Hey Spanko Friends!
Did I forget something?????????? I woke up at four-thirty this morning thinking about you all and this blog. Normally if I forget my Friday morning posting, I realize Friday night. Or Saturday. Not Tuesday. Oh, well. Holi-daze got me. I will be posting this Friday, too, so please tune back in then.
Had an awesome time in Disneyland. We logged 43 hours in the park over four and a half days. We hammered that place. And everything we wanted to do happened on the other side of the park. We ran our asses off! “Quick! If we hurry, we can just make it!” We came home exhausted and went right into the holidays. Crazy time of the year. But we had a wonderful time, had great sex, marvelous luxurious baths and flew around the park during the day. What was really cool was Disneyland had their “Believe” show going on nightly, so we got fireworks every night. Sleeping Beauty’s Castle was all decorated with fake snow and beautiful lights. What a great time!
And all we wanted to do the following week after getting home was go back. Came home to some major ugliness with my writing career, but straightened it all out. As some of you know, I write a humor column and sometimes humor hits people wrong. And they write nasty letters to my publisher demanding she fire me. It’s all cleared up now, but I hate hate mail.
What I do love is writing for you guys!!! Yay, spanky fiction!
So here’s the latest installment of Newbie. Enjoy!
Hugs and love,
Michelle
As Angela came down, she collapsed against the couch and concentrated on breathing, so close to passing out, black spots dotted her vision.
Some part of her noticed that he picked up her limp body from the couch and carried her somewhere. Softness engulfed her.
“Honey? Are you okay?” came his worried voice.
“Fine,” she croaked.
“You look half-dead.”
“I am half-dead. You nearly annihilated me with pleasure.”
He laughed and hugged her. She curled up next to him and finally opened her eyes. The room still spun a bit. “Oooh, I’m dizzy. I didn’t breathe for a while there.”
“You turned bright red, honey. I’m sorry, I should have gone easier on you.”
She opened her eyes to face him. “Don’t you dare apologize for that. That was the best sex I’ve ever had in my life.”
He kissed her. “You’re straight out of my dreams, baby. Me, too. That was… awesome.”
“I couldn’t even imagine this a month ago. Couldn’t even imagine this level of sex.”
“I’m so glad, honey. I love you. Oh, I found somethin’ while I was up there,” he said, reaching under the pillow.
She looked at him with alarm. “What?”
“Yeah, I found something while I was doing you. Here, check it out,” he said, handing her a small object.
It took a moment for her mind to comprehend it. He’d given her a ring. A beautiful diamond ring, had to be two carats. “Wait you…” She gazed up into his eyes, the message was clear. “You’re… Are you… Does this…?”
The sweetest smile on his handsome face, he asked, “Will you marry me, Angela?”
Bursting into tears she threw her arms around him and kissed him. She pulled away to look at the ring again. “Really?”
“Really,” he said, grinning.
“Yes! Oh, hell yeah, I’ll marry you!” She crushed him in a hug; he laughed.
He pushed her away. “Try on the ring honey, I want to see how it looks on you.”
She slipped in on her finger; it fit perfectly. “Oh, Bill, it’s gorgeous.”
“I’m glad you like it. There’s another part that you get when we get hitched.”
“I can’t believe this. Are you sure?”
“More than I’ve ever been.”
“Me, too. Wow.”
He kissed her. When he pulled away, his expression turned a bit more serious. “I would like to talk to you a bit about what I think makes a marriage work.”
“Good communication and awesome sex.”
He chuckled. “Yeah. But maybe I should have told you about what I expect from you and me, before I proposed.”
Her stomach fluttered. “Sounds ominous.”
He smiled. “No, no. It’s not bad, see, I just… my ex and I had some issues, they came up and I found a way to deal with them that worked, but she wasn’t too happy with my solution. Well, she wasn’t too happy, period. I tried… but anyway, that all fell apart, I don’t want that to happen with us.”
“Neither do I.”
“See, now I’ve noticed some things about you that… well, they don’t worry me—you’re not out-of-control—but we got different styles here. I’m pretty meticulous about my house and the way I do things. You…”
“Live in chaos.”
His smiled widened; his shoulders relaxed. “Uh, yeah. And I gotta tell you, honey, I can’t live like you do.”
“Neither can I.”
“I’m glad to hear you say that.”
“I know, I keep meaning to get my crap together. I just… have some self-control issues.”
“I got that and that’s where—if we have any problems—that’s where they’ll be. And I don’t want problems. I want to face everything head on.”
“Good, me, too. I’d like to have all my ducks in a row, like you. You know, the house together, the bills paid on time. I just… I don’t know. Get lazy.”
“I noticed. I mean, you go to your job, you got that together and you don’t seem to ever be late, not with me.”
“No, because I know it bugs you. But I do have to work at it.”
“Well, let me tell you how I addressed the same issues with my wife.”
“Okay.”
“Ever heard of Domestic Discipline?”
“No.”
“Okay, well, basically, if you don’t come through with what you promised, you get disciplined.”
She smiled. “Sounds fun.”
He shook his head. “It isn’t. It’s different than what we’ve been playing with. Very different. Its intended as a negative sanction, it’s… well, a punishment, a real one.”
All her extremities went wobbly; she got a bit dizzy. “You’re scaring me.”
“Don’t be. It’s only for your own good and the good of the marriage.”
“And you want to do this with me.”
“Yeah. But only with your consent, obviously. If you don’t want to, I get it. I just… it works.”
“So if I don’t go along with it, the marriage proposal is off?”
He reached out and hugged her, hard. “No, no. Not at all, I love you honey. For better or worse.”
He released her; she sat back and thought. Actual sanctions for her bad behavior. New concept. She thought about all that trouble she’d had when her insurance got cancelled from lack of payment. Not that she didn’t have the money, she’d just let the deadline slip. What a horrendous hassle that had been. If he spanked her and it really hurt, she might actually get it together.
Of course, the whole idea did scare her. And titillated her. She loved this man’s dominant side.
She nodded. “This might actually help me.”
“That’s what I think. It will. Believe me, you suffer through just one real spanking of mine, I can guarantee you, you’ll be motivated.”
A thrill went through her sex. Damn, she was getting to be a regular masochist.
“I saw that shine in your eyes, no, you won’t like it. Really, you won’t. It will be completely different than these little play spankings. Here, you want one or two hard spanks? Real ones? So you can see?”
“Yeah,” she said eagerly. “Why not?”
“You won’t like ‘em.”
She rolled over onto her belly and clenched her fists in anticipation. Whack! Blistering pain ignited her ass. She yowled. He spanked her again—it felt like a solid piece of white-hot iron branded her buns. Tears stung her eyes, her ears rang, her vision went fuzzy.
“Okay, stop!” She collapsed to the mattress, breathing hard. “Wow. Okay, I get it.”
“You still game?”
“Yes. Even though, I will probably regret it.”
The pain gradually ceased replaced by waves of sensation that tingled her clit. Okay, she still liked part of it.
He took her in his arms and kissed her hard. “I love you, baby.”
“I love you, too, Bill.”
A voice in the back of her mind asked: What have I gotten myself into?
©2010, Michelle Carlyle
Tuesday, November 30, 2010
Friday, November 12, 2010
Newbie, Parts Six and Seven
Hey Friends!
How are you? I am late, so I’m going to cut this short. Wanted to let you know I’ll be on vacation next week and so I’m doing a double post for you this week. Look for me to return on the day after Thanksgiving. Hubby and I are going to Disneyland! Whooo-hooo! Four and a half days in the park! Which makes us certifiable.
So here’s a double shot of Newbie, I hope you enjoy. When I get back, I’m going to get serious about putting out my next three books. I really am. I’ve made myself a promise.
Of course, I always get spanked for breaking promises…
Bad, bad, Michelle!
Hugs and love to you all,
Michelle
Bill gestured towards the next group: the scarier group. “Here we have a riding crop, a cane, a leather paddle and a wooden paddle. Now here’s the game. See this die here with the card markings? For toys—I got a list here if you want to see it—King means glass dildo; queen: my tongue; jack: vibrating dildo; spades: my finger; hearts: vibrator. Club means my choice. For Punishment, King means cane, queen means wooden paddle, jack means leather paddle, club means riding crop, hearts and spades mean my hand. Here’s the deal: first you roll for toys with the special die. Then you roll the two normal die to see how many thrusts with the toy, or seconds of torment with the vibrator you get. Whatever number gets multiplied by one more roll of one die. And here’s the object of the game. You can’t come. You come, you lose and then you roll the Punishment Dice. Whatever implement you roll and then the dice determines how many strokes you get.”
“I’m ready to come and we haven’t even started.”
“Oh, I’m counting on the fact that you will be coming. A lot. I want you up on that table, splayed out like a Thanksgiving Day meal. All for me.”
“Oh, God.” She hopped up on the table and laid down, her legs spread. His eyes shone as he raked her body with his gaze.
“Good, baby, real good. Now roll. First for the toy.”
He placed the die on the upper corner of the table; where there was a foot-wide patch of bare table. She took the die with the card markings, her heart thudding hard in her chest. She rolled. Hearts.
“That is the…” Bill said, looking over at the reference card on top of the buffet. “The vibrator—ooo, and so early in the game.” He laughed an evil laugh. “You are sunk, baby. Sunk. Now roll to see for how long. Each point is a second of time.”
She rolled; all the air got sucked out of her lungs. Two sixes.
Bill burst out laughing. “Good one. Oh, baby, this is gonna be a good one. Go on, roll one die for the multiplier.”
She didn’t want to. She rolled. Five.
Groaning, she flopped onto her back on the pad while Bill chuckled. “Oh, baby, is this gonna be fun. Five times twelve is sixty seconds. How sweet is that? Now spread ‘em for me, honey. Wide.”
Sighing, she complied, her sex throbbing in anticipation. She was going to lose this game. Fast. Of course, at this point, if he so much as placed the tip of his index finger on her clit she’d explode.
Bill grabbed the evil Wahl—which was attached to an extension cord, and a timer off the buffet. He set the timer for a minute. Moving up next to the bed, he turned on the Wahl. He set the timer down, then simultaneously, he pressed the button on the timer and placed the buzzing head of the vibrator to her clit.
She nearly leapt off the table. She clutched the foam pad, pushing off the table with her legs.
“Stay in one place or we skip this and go right for the punishment. You have to lie there and take whatever I do to you.”
“Auuugggh! This is so hard! I c-c-c-c-can’t take this! Eeeeaaaah! No, no, no! No, I won’t come! No,” she whined. She pleaded with her mind to think of anything but the delicious sensations rocking her sex.
She quickly lost the battle. Blasting into an orgasm, she bucked up against the toy, screaming with pleasure. Spasms of joy echoed through her womb; her body radiated with pure exhilaration.
Bill laughed. “Oh, I’m gonna love this. Penalty! Now roll the die, let’s see what punishment you just earned.”
Breathing hard, but now very nervous, she rolled up onto her side, grabbed the die with the card markings and rolled. A club.
“Club… ooo, riding crop. I’ve been dying to introduce you to this one. Okay, baby, on your tummy. Wait, let me get the one addition I need here,” he said, reaching under the table. He withdrew a small pillow.
She got onto her stomach; he indicated she should lift up her hips. He placed the pillow directly under her so her butt was higher in the air. Oh, dear.
“Now, let me get you all ready,” he said, grabbing the back of her panties and pulling them down to mid-thigh. “Oh, that is a pretty, pretty sight, honey.” He ran a hand over her tush, electrifying her clit again. This was crazy!
She wondered what the crop would feel like. Could she take it? Her stomach did flip-flops.
“Roll the two die, let’s see how many you get.”
Her hand shaking, she rolled the two die. A five and a four. “Damn this!”
He chuckled with pure delight. “Great, now roll to see what the multiplier is.”
She prayed for a one. She got a four. That was… thirty-six strokes with the damn weapon! And this soon!
“Baby is gonna be sore by the end of this evening.” He sounded positively gleeful at the prospect. He got the whip and showed it to her. “Scared?” he gloated.
“Yeah,” she admitted readily.
The sinister glint in his eye grew. “Good.”
He raised the whip and swished through the air a few times. She froze in fear; every muscle taut.
She grasped the foam in anticipation of her punishment. She heard the whip cut through the air, it cracked against her sit spots, she jumped. The pain was sharp, but delicious. Waves of sensation rocked her clit; she ground her hips against the pillow. This was fun!
“One down, thirty-five to go,” he said. Swish-crack! Little sharper, she yipped.
Bill delivered a sharp report of several strikes, the pain built; she gripped the foam harder. He stopped and ran a hand over her now flaming buns. The edge went off the pain; she relished in the hot tendrils of desire that ignited in her sex.
“Okay, I’m gonna go a bit harder here, let’s see what you can take,” he said. The pit of her stomach dropped. Could she take what he could dish out?
Swish-crack! A searing hot strike inflamed her ass; shocking her. A storm of hits bombarded her burning buns; this was intense! He stopped and rubbed her butt; the pain melted into pure pleasure. Wow, this was crazy, but really fun. Almost on the edge of what she could take, but it was amazing what it did for her libido. Now wet, she pressed her hips against the foam pad, wishing all to hell he’d slip his hand underneath her and stroke her.
“Okay, baby, one more session here and you’re done with your punishment.”
The whip came down on her ass, hard. One right after another, she gritted her teeth and squealed while the crop made mincemeat out of her rear end. He finished with one final strike that made her yelp loudly. She collapsed against the foam pad, breathing to control the pain. Okay, that was close to what she could take. Very close. He massaged her scorched buns; her sex throbbed with an intensity she’d never felt before. Her entire body warmed, her feet tingled. So amazing!
He kissed her on the cheek. “You did real good, honey, I’m proud of you. You can really take it. How was that?”
“Right on the edge.”
“Good, good. When I know all your limits, I can give you the most pleasure with this stuff.”
“Hooo. That was intense.”
“And we’ve only just begun. Okay, roll the dice, let’s see what toy you get.”
She practically jumped on the dice. Clit payoff time! She was so horny, she couldn’t wait. All she wanted was for him to touch her. She’d never wanted to come so badly. And while she knew if she came, she’d get punished, the spanking and or whipping was a reward unto itself. She’d never had more fun in her life!
She rolled the card die. King.
“Ooo, little girl gets the glass dildo. Now see how many times I get to thrust it inside you.”
“Oh, dear.” She rolled a four and a six. “Yay!” she exclaimed.
He laughed at her reaction. “You are so cute, Angela. This is fun, huh?”
“Yeah, but where’s your payoff?”
“Oh, don’t worry about that, it’s coming.”
“Oh, I’m gonna make you come all right.”
He took in a deep breath. “Don’t. This is tough enough for me. I’m so ready to bend you over the couch in the living room, it isn’t funny.”
“Ooh, I almost came. Okay, let’s see what the multiplier is.” She rolled a three. “Cool! Thirty thrusts, let’s go!”
He laughed and retrieved the dildo. “Okay, baby, on your back with your legs spread wide. And it’s time to get rid of these,” he said, tugging on her panties. “Lose the bra, too, I want to see those beautiful breasts of yours.” She obliged, he looked at her naked body like she was a buffet.
“I can’t take it, short intermission, here.” He leaned forward, took a breast in his mouth while lightly massaging her other breast, creating a four-lane highway of lust that went straight to her clit. She writhed on the pad and moaned in pleasure.
He pulled away, his eyes heavy-lidded with lust. “I’m not gonna be able to play this for much longer here.”
“Me, neither.”
Bill smiled, grabbed the toy phallus and moved down to the end of the table. “Spread ‘em wide for me, baby.”
Eagerly, she moved her legs apart, inviting him inside.
“Now, don’t come or you’ll get punished,” he said with a huge grin on his handsome face.
He slipped the dildo carefully inside her. It felt so cool, yet so slippery and wonderful. When he hit her g-spot, she cried out.
“Easy, easy, baby. That was one.”
She grabbed the foam pad with both hands and tried to stave off the orgasm. This wasn’t going to be easy. He slid it out; ripples of excruciating pleasure coursed through her sex.
He thrust it in a bit faster, she gasped, every muscle tense. No, don’t come, don’t come yet.
Bill withdrew it; she nearly fainted with longing. Inside once more, her toes curled, she shut her eyes tightly. She wanted to come so badly she wanted to die.
He pushed the toy inside her again, then withdrew more quickly. He increased his pace; every cell in her body cried out for release.
She was so far gone, she thought she heard him say something like, “I can’t stand it, I have to…”
His warm and wet tongue touched her clit; she yelled, so close to coming, she knew she couldn’t stop. Bill flicked her engorged head; thrusting into her with the glass toy.
Every bit of her tried to stop the orgasm. He launched an all-out assault on her hardened nub with his tongue while pressing the toy deeply inside her.
Angela’s entire mind and body blew apart. She screamed in a deafening roar; writhing and bucking. She grabbed his head and smashed it to her clit. He obliged her, licking at her, shoving the toy inside her, sending her over the edge again and again. She forgot where she was, what was going on; all she could do was come.
She was barely aware that he’d withdrawn the toy and stopped. She grabbed herself, moving her hips against her hand, wringing every last bit of pleasure she could out of her climax. Her entire body sang with happiness.
“Oh, what a bad girl. We can skip the rest of this game, you need to pay and you need to pay now.”
He picked her up off the table and carried her into the living room. She was over his lap with her face pressed into the sofa before she realized it. When his large hand slapped against her sit spots, she exploded into another violent orgasm. Crying out, she lifted her ass higher. He spanked her harder and harder, causing a series of massive climaxes to rocket through her sex.
Moaning, yelling, coming; her mind was a swirling mass of pain and pleasure. She could barely process the overwhelming sensations rocking her body.
Bill abruptly picked her up off his lap, stood with her, pulled her around to the back of the couch and bent her over. When his solid steel tool thrust inside her, she shot right back to the edge, screaming with pure rapture. Bill came at her like a wild man, driving so deeply inside her, each hit to her g-spot caused her to erupt into another orgasm. She could barely breathe; she couldn’t think; he kept her out in a place of pure feeling, pure ecstasy.
He increased his pace until he released inside her; roaring loudly, launching her into an even stronger orgasm. She was so far gone, she couldn’t see; her mind was a kaleidoscope of colors; her scattered thoughts centered only on the intense pleasure the man brought her.
©2010, Michelle Carlyle
How are you? I am late, so I’m going to cut this short. Wanted to let you know I’ll be on vacation next week and so I’m doing a double post for you this week. Look for me to return on the day after Thanksgiving. Hubby and I are going to Disneyland! Whooo-hooo! Four and a half days in the park! Which makes us certifiable.
So here’s a double shot of Newbie, I hope you enjoy. When I get back, I’m going to get serious about putting out my next three books. I really am. I’ve made myself a promise.
Of course, I always get spanked for breaking promises…
Bad, bad, Michelle!
Hugs and love to you all,
Michelle
Bill gestured towards the next group: the scarier group. “Here we have a riding crop, a cane, a leather paddle and a wooden paddle. Now here’s the game. See this die here with the card markings? For toys—I got a list here if you want to see it—King means glass dildo; queen: my tongue; jack: vibrating dildo; spades: my finger; hearts: vibrator. Club means my choice. For Punishment, King means cane, queen means wooden paddle, jack means leather paddle, club means riding crop, hearts and spades mean my hand. Here’s the deal: first you roll for toys with the special die. Then you roll the two normal die to see how many thrusts with the toy, or seconds of torment with the vibrator you get. Whatever number gets multiplied by one more roll of one die. And here’s the object of the game. You can’t come. You come, you lose and then you roll the Punishment Dice. Whatever implement you roll and then the dice determines how many strokes you get.”
“I’m ready to come and we haven’t even started.”
“Oh, I’m counting on the fact that you will be coming. A lot. I want you up on that table, splayed out like a Thanksgiving Day meal. All for me.”
“Oh, God.” She hopped up on the table and laid down, her legs spread. His eyes shone as he raked her body with his gaze.
“Good, baby, real good. Now roll. First for the toy.”
He placed the die on the upper corner of the table; where there was a foot-wide patch of bare table. She took the die with the card markings, her heart thudding hard in her chest. She rolled. Hearts.
“That is the…” Bill said, looking over at the reference card on top of the buffet. “The vibrator—ooo, and so early in the game.” He laughed an evil laugh. “You are sunk, baby. Sunk. Now roll to see for how long. Each point is a second of time.”
She rolled; all the air got sucked out of her lungs. Two sixes.
Bill burst out laughing. “Good one. Oh, baby, this is gonna be a good one. Go on, roll one die for the multiplier.”
She didn’t want to. She rolled. Five.
Groaning, she flopped onto her back on the pad while Bill chuckled. “Oh, baby, is this gonna be fun. Five times twelve is sixty seconds. How sweet is that? Now spread ‘em for me, honey. Wide.”
Sighing, she complied, her sex throbbing in anticipation. She was going to lose this game. Fast. Of course, at this point, if he so much as placed the tip of his index finger on her clit she’d explode.
Bill grabbed the evil Wahl—which was attached to an extension cord, and a timer off the buffet. He set the timer for a minute. Moving up next to the bed, he turned on the Wahl. He set the timer down, then simultaneously, he pressed the button on the timer and placed the buzzing head of the vibrator to her clit.
She nearly leapt off the table. She clutched the foam pad, pushing off the table with her legs.
“Stay in one place or we skip this and go right for the punishment. You have to lie there and take whatever I do to you.”
“Auuugggh! This is so hard! I c-c-c-c-can’t take this! Eeeeaaaah! No, no, no! No, I won’t come! No,” she whined. She pleaded with her mind to think of anything but the delicious sensations rocking her sex.
She quickly lost the battle. Blasting into an orgasm, she bucked up against the toy, screaming with pleasure. Spasms of joy echoed through her womb; her body radiated with pure exhilaration.
Bill laughed. “Oh, I’m gonna love this. Penalty! Now roll the die, let’s see what punishment you just earned.”
Breathing hard, but now very nervous, she rolled up onto her side, grabbed the die with the card markings and rolled. A club.
“Club… ooo, riding crop. I’ve been dying to introduce you to this one. Okay, baby, on your tummy. Wait, let me get the one addition I need here,” he said, reaching under the table. He withdrew a small pillow.
She got onto her stomach; he indicated she should lift up her hips. He placed the pillow directly under her so her butt was higher in the air. Oh, dear.
“Now, let me get you all ready,” he said, grabbing the back of her panties and pulling them down to mid-thigh. “Oh, that is a pretty, pretty sight, honey.” He ran a hand over her tush, electrifying her clit again. This was crazy!
She wondered what the crop would feel like. Could she take it? Her stomach did flip-flops.
“Roll the two die, let’s see how many you get.”
Her hand shaking, she rolled the two die. A five and a four. “Damn this!”
He chuckled with pure delight. “Great, now roll to see what the multiplier is.”
She prayed for a one. She got a four. That was… thirty-six strokes with the damn weapon! And this soon!
“Baby is gonna be sore by the end of this evening.” He sounded positively gleeful at the prospect. He got the whip and showed it to her. “Scared?” he gloated.
“Yeah,” she admitted readily.
The sinister glint in his eye grew. “Good.”
He raised the whip and swished through the air a few times. She froze in fear; every muscle taut.
She grasped the foam in anticipation of her punishment. She heard the whip cut through the air, it cracked against her sit spots, she jumped. The pain was sharp, but delicious. Waves of sensation rocked her clit; she ground her hips against the pillow. This was fun!
“One down, thirty-five to go,” he said. Swish-crack! Little sharper, she yipped.
Bill delivered a sharp report of several strikes, the pain built; she gripped the foam harder. He stopped and ran a hand over her now flaming buns. The edge went off the pain; she relished in the hot tendrils of desire that ignited in her sex.
“Okay, I’m gonna go a bit harder here, let’s see what you can take,” he said. The pit of her stomach dropped. Could she take what he could dish out?
Swish-crack! A searing hot strike inflamed her ass; shocking her. A storm of hits bombarded her burning buns; this was intense! He stopped and rubbed her butt; the pain melted into pure pleasure. Wow, this was crazy, but really fun. Almost on the edge of what she could take, but it was amazing what it did for her libido. Now wet, she pressed her hips against the foam pad, wishing all to hell he’d slip his hand underneath her and stroke her.
“Okay, baby, one more session here and you’re done with your punishment.”
The whip came down on her ass, hard. One right after another, she gritted her teeth and squealed while the crop made mincemeat out of her rear end. He finished with one final strike that made her yelp loudly. She collapsed against the foam pad, breathing to control the pain. Okay, that was close to what she could take. Very close. He massaged her scorched buns; her sex throbbed with an intensity she’d never felt before. Her entire body warmed, her feet tingled. So amazing!
He kissed her on the cheek. “You did real good, honey, I’m proud of you. You can really take it. How was that?”
“Right on the edge.”
“Good, good. When I know all your limits, I can give you the most pleasure with this stuff.”
“Hooo. That was intense.”
“And we’ve only just begun. Okay, roll the dice, let’s see what toy you get.”
She practically jumped on the dice. Clit payoff time! She was so horny, she couldn’t wait. All she wanted was for him to touch her. She’d never wanted to come so badly. And while she knew if she came, she’d get punished, the spanking and or whipping was a reward unto itself. She’d never had more fun in her life!
She rolled the card die. King.
“Ooo, little girl gets the glass dildo. Now see how many times I get to thrust it inside you.”
“Oh, dear.” She rolled a four and a six. “Yay!” she exclaimed.
He laughed at her reaction. “You are so cute, Angela. This is fun, huh?”
“Yeah, but where’s your payoff?”
“Oh, don’t worry about that, it’s coming.”
“Oh, I’m gonna make you come all right.”
He took in a deep breath. “Don’t. This is tough enough for me. I’m so ready to bend you over the couch in the living room, it isn’t funny.”
“Ooh, I almost came. Okay, let’s see what the multiplier is.” She rolled a three. “Cool! Thirty thrusts, let’s go!”
He laughed and retrieved the dildo. “Okay, baby, on your back with your legs spread wide. And it’s time to get rid of these,” he said, tugging on her panties. “Lose the bra, too, I want to see those beautiful breasts of yours.” She obliged, he looked at her naked body like she was a buffet.
“I can’t take it, short intermission, here.” He leaned forward, took a breast in his mouth while lightly massaging her other breast, creating a four-lane highway of lust that went straight to her clit. She writhed on the pad and moaned in pleasure.
He pulled away, his eyes heavy-lidded with lust. “I’m not gonna be able to play this for much longer here.”
“Me, neither.”
Bill smiled, grabbed the toy phallus and moved down to the end of the table. “Spread ‘em wide for me, baby.”
Eagerly, she moved her legs apart, inviting him inside.
“Now, don’t come or you’ll get punished,” he said with a huge grin on his handsome face.
He slipped the dildo carefully inside her. It felt so cool, yet so slippery and wonderful. When he hit her g-spot, she cried out.
“Easy, easy, baby. That was one.”
She grabbed the foam pad with both hands and tried to stave off the orgasm. This wasn’t going to be easy. He slid it out; ripples of excruciating pleasure coursed through her sex.
He thrust it in a bit faster, she gasped, every muscle tense. No, don’t come, don’t come yet.
Bill withdrew it; she nearly fainted with longing. Inside once more, her toes curled, she shut her eyes tightly. She wanted to come so badly she wanted to die.
He pushed the toy inside her again, then withdrew more quickly. He increased his pace; every cell in her body cried out for release.
She was so far gone, she thought she heard him say something like, “I can’t stand it, I have to…”
His warm and wet tongue touched her clit; she yelled, so close to coming, she knew she couldn’t stop. Bill flicked her engorged head; thrusting into her with the glass toy.
Every bit of her tried to stop the orgasm. He launched an all-out assault on her hardened nub with his tongue while pressing the toy deeply inside her.
Angela’s entire mind and body blew apart. She screamed in a deafening roar; writhing and bucking. She grabbed his head and smashed it to her clit. He obliged her, licking at her, shoving the toy inside her, sending her over the edge again and again. She forgot where she was, what was going on; all she could do was come.
She was barely aware that he’d withdrawn the toy and stopped. She grabbed herself, moving her hips against her hand, wringing every last bit of pleasure she could out of her climax. Her entire body sang with happiness.
“Oh, what a bad girl. We can skip the rest of this game, you need to pay and you need to pay now.”
He picked her up off the table and carried her into the living room. She was over his lap with her face pressed into the sofa before she realized it. When his large hand slapped against her sit spots, she exploded into another violent orgasm. Crying out, she lifted her ass higher. He spanked her harder and harder, causing a series of massive climaxes to rocket through her sex.
Moaning, yelling, coming; her mind was a swirling mass of pain and pleasure. She could barely process the overwhelming sensations rocking her body.
Bill abruptly picked her up off his lap, stood with her, pulled her around to the back of the couch and bent her over. When his solid steel tool thrust inside her, she shot right back to the edge, screaming with pure rapture. Bill came at her like a wild man, driving so deeply inside her, each hit to her g-spot caused her to erupt into another orgasm. She could barely breathe; she couldn’t think; he kept her out in a place of pure feeling, pure ecstasy.
He increased his pace until he released inside her; roaring loudly, launching her into an even stronger orgasm. She was so far gone, she couldn’t see; her mind was a kaleidoscope of colors; her scattered thoughts centered only on the intense pleasure the man brought her.
©2010, Michelle Carlyle
Friday, November 5, 2010
Newbie, Part Five
Hey There, Hi There, Ho There!
Who you callin’ a ho? I know that’s not the next line of the song, but it’s what I always think. Okie-dokie, I’m on my way out of the house, so I’m gonna make this short. I hope you guys have a splendid weekend full of spanking and sex. Mine will be full of cleaning and chores. Oh, boy. Slated to start today, I’m going to be cleaning all day. I can’t wait…
Anyway, I hope your day is much more exciting than mine. Don’t forget to set your clocks back an hour on Saturday night and don’t forget to check your smoke alarms.
Hugs to you all,
Michelle
Angela’s pulse raced. Bill had something big in store for her, he’d told her as much. She sat in her car, her palms sweating, her feet tapping out the words I’m Nervous in Morse Code.
She couldn’t sit there much longer, he’d notice soon if he hadn’t noticed already. She’d probably get extra spanks for delaying her entrance.
Ooh, those spankings of his. Way too hot. She’d had no idea she could come from a spanking alone, but Bill had taught her the ways of erotic spanking. The thought of their previous evenings made her lightheaded.
Why was she feeling so chicken? Well, duh. Maybe it was that little bit he dropped about buying “implements”?
Mentally slapping herself, she got out of the car and walked up to the house purposefully, her shoulders straight, her head high—while her interior was filled with Jello.
He opened the door before she reached it, a puzzled smile on his carved face. “Why’d you stay in the car so long? On a phone call?”
Her face grew hot. Even before she could answer him, he burst out laughing. “You’re nervous?”
She nodded, expecting to be reassured. His mustached grin turned sinister, his eyes, hard. He nodded. “Good, you should be.”
Angela almost yelped. She stayed frozen to the porch.
“Well, come on in, baby, let’s get this party started.” He stood out of the way and gestured her inside.
Feeling as if bricks were attached to her feet, she forced herself to walk inside. He closed the door behind her.
She turned and gazed up at him, he took her in his arms and kissed her. A beautiful, lovely, warm, sweet kiss. He pulled away, his ocean blue eyes twinkling down at her. “I love you, baby.”
She melted into a pool of goo. “I love you, Bill!” She threw her arms around his neck, ran her fingers through his long dark, hair and kissed him. Tongues intertwined, they played and danced in each other’s mouths. Angela’s sex welled with want; she wondered how long it would be before they began their evening’s fun.
Mid-kiss, Bill took control. Savaging her mouth, he dominated the kiss. Her knees went weak, his steely arm locked across her back to steady her. Her mind swirled with lust.
He pulled away; the smile in his eyes was replaced by a cool hunger. Just the look alone made her want to come.
“We’re gonna play a little game I devised. We start now. Come here,” he said, grabbing her by the hand.
He led her into his gourmet kitchen and up to a granite-covered center island. On top of the black and grey-flecked surface were three die. Two were normal, one bore different markings on each side; a king, a queen, a jack, some hearts, some spades, one club.
“Okay, first I take off your clothes.” His voice was low and rasping, sending a thrill through her. He turned her around and unzipped her dress. Slipping it over her shoulders, he let it fall to the floor.
He ran a hand over a bun. “Nice underwear, honey. Love the matching red panties and bra. Okay, we’ll leave those on for a while. Now get out of those shoes, good. Yeah, I like you like this.” He ran a hand down her back, swept it over her hips and touched her sex.
Every nerve jumped, she instantly got wet.
He grinned at her reaction. “Oh, baby, wait. What I have in store for you. I’m telling you now, you won’t be the same.”
A shiver of fear raced up her spine followed by a wallop to her sex. Throbbing hard, she felt on the verge of climax and he hadn’t even done anything to her yet.
“Okay, baby, grab those dice and we’re going into the dining room. We’re going to give all new meaning to eating in.”
She laughed; he joined her. He gestured toward the dining room. She gathered the dice and walked out of the kitchen.
She walked into the dining room, her heart stopped. On the dining table was a large foam pad covered in black material. The room was dimly lit, the light provided by a group of candles on two small side tables on one side of the room and the overhead light, which was a bare glow. On the buffet that ran along the wall to her right were many different items: one popped out at her: a riding crop.
Swallowing hard, she stared at the buffet in abject terror, every muscle taut, sweat breaking out all over her body.
His voice in her ear gave her goose-bumps. “Starting to get the picture, aren’t you? My bad girl.”
Lightheaded, she stammered, “Uh… yeah.”
“Okay, we start at the buffet, bring the dice over here, let me introduce you to some new concepts.”
“Oh, God.”
He grinned at her, but his gaze was wicked with lust and dominance. “Here we have a group of toys. Glass dildo, vibrating dildo, vibrator.”
A jolt went through her sex, setting her clit on fire. Oh, man. This was going to be an evening to remember.
He gestured towards the next group: the scarier group. “Here we have a riding crop, a cane, a leather paddle and a wooden paddle. Now here’s the game. See this die here with the card markings? For toys—I got a list here if you want to see it—King means glass dildo; queen: my tongue; jack: vibrating dildo; spades: my finger; hearts: vibrator. Club means my choice. For Punishment, King means cane, queen means wooden paddle, jack means leather paddle, club means riding crop, hearts and spades mean my hand. Here’s the deal: first you roll for toys with the special die. Then you roll the two normal die to see how many thrusts with the toy, or seconds of torment with the vibrator you get. Whatever number gets multiplied by one more roll of one die. And here’s the object of the game. You can’t come. You come, you lose and then you roll the Punishment Dice. Whatever implement you roll and then the dice determines how many strokes you get.”
©2010, Michelle Carlyle
Who you callin’ a ho? I know that’s not the next line of the song, but it’s what I always think. Okie-dokie, I’m on my way out of the house, so I’m gonna make this short. I hope you guys have a splendid weekend full of spanking and sex. Mine will be full of cleaning and chores. Oh, boy. Slated to start today, I’m going to be cleaning all day. I can’t wait…
Anyway, I hope your day is much more exciting than mine. Don’t forget to set your clocks back an hour on Saturday night and don’t forget to check your smoke alarms.
Hugs to you all,
Michelle
Angela’s pulse raced. Bill had something big in store for her, he’d told her as much. She sat in her car, her palms sweating, her feet tapping out the words I’m Nervous in Morse Code.
She couldn’t sit there much longer, he’d notice soon if he hadn’t noticed already. She’d probably get extra spanks for delaying her entrance.
Ooh, those spankings of his. Way too hot. She’d had no idea she could come from a spanking alone, but Bill had taught her the ways of erotic spanking. The thought of their previous evenings made her lightheaded.
Why was she feeling so chicken? Well, duh. Maybe it was that little bit he dropped about buying “implements”?
Mentally slapping herself, she got out of the car and walked up to the house purposefully, her shoulders straight, her head high—while her interior was filled with Jello.
He opened the door before she reached it, a puzzled smile on his carved face. “Why’d you stay in the car so long? On a phone call?”
Her face grew hot. Even before she could answer him, he burst out laughing. “You’re nervous?”
She nodded, expecting to be reassured. His mustached grin turned sinister, his eyes, hard. He nodded. “Good, you should be.”
Angela almost yelped. She stayed frozen to the porch.
“Well, come on in, baby, let’s get this party started.” He stood out of the way and gestured her inside.
Feeling as if bricks were attached to her feet, she forced herself to walk inside. He closed the door behind her.
She turned and gazed up at him, he took her in his arms and kissed her. A beautiful, lovely, warm, sweet kiss. He pulled away, his ocean blue eyes twinkling down at her. “I love you, baby.”
She melted into a pool of goo. “I love you, Bill!” She threw her arms around his neck, ran her fingers through his long dark, hair and kissed him. Tongues intertwined, they played and danced in each other’s mouths. Angela’s sex welled with want; she wondered how long it would be before they began their evening’s fun.
Mid-kiss, Bill took control. Savaging her mouth, he dominated the kiss. Her knees went weak, his steely arm locked across her back to steady her. Her mind swirled with lust.
He pulled away; the smile in his eyes was replaced by a cool hunger. Just the look alone made her want to come.
“We’re gonna play a little game I devised. We start now. Come here,” he said, grabbing her by the hand.
He led her into his gourmet kitchen and up to a granite-covered center island. On top of the black and grey-flecked surface were three die. Two were normal, one bore different markings on each side; a king, a queen, a jack, some hearts, some spades, one club.
“Okay, first I take off your clothes.” His voice was low and rasping, sending a thrill through her. He turned her around and unzipped her dress. Slipping it over her shoulders, he let it fall to the floor.
He ran a hand over a bun. “Nice underwear, honey. Love the matching red panties and bra. Okay, we’ll leave those on for a while. Now get out of those shoes, good. Yeah, I like you like this.” He ran a hand down her back, swept it over her hips and touched her sex.
Every nerve jumped, she instantly got wet.
He grinned at her reaction. “Oh, baby, wait. What I have in store for you. I’m telling you now, you won’t be the same.”
A shiver of fear raced up her spine followed by a wallop to her sex. Throbbing hard, she felt on the verge of climax and he hadn’t even done anything to her yet.
“Okay, baby, grab those dice and we’re going into the dining room. We’re going to give all new meaning to eating in.”
She laughed; he joined her. He gestured toward the dining room. She gathered the dice and walked out of the kitchen.
She walked into the dining room, her heart stopped. On the dining table was a large foam pad covered in black material. The room was dimly lit, the light provided by a group of candles on two small side tables on one side of the room and the overhead light, which was a bare glow. On the buffet that ran along the wall to her right were many different items: one popped out at her: a riding crop.
Swallowing hard, she stared at the buffet in abject terror, every muscle taut, sweat breaking out all over her body.
His voice in her ear gave her goose-bumps. “Starting to get the picture, aren’t you? My bad girl.”
Lightheaded, she stammered, “Uh… yeah.”
“Okay, we start at the buffet, bring the dice over here, let me introduce you to some new concepts.”
“Oh, God.”
He grinned at her, but his gaze was wicked with lust and dominance. “Here we have a group of toys. Glass dildo, vibrating dildo, vibrator.”
A jolt went through her sex, setting her clit on fire. Oh, man. This was going to be an evening to remember.
He gestured towards the next group: the scarier group. “Here we have a riding crop, a cane, a leather paddle and a wooden paddle. Now here’s the game. See this die here with the card markings? For toys—I got a list here if you want to see it—King means glass dildo; queen: my tongue; jack: vibrating dildo; spades: my finger; hearts: vibrator. Club means my choice. For Punishment, King means cane, queen means wooden paddle, jack means leather paddle, club means riding crop, hearts and spades mean my hand. Here’s the deal: first you roll for toys with the special die. Then you roll the two normal die to see how many thrusts with the toy, or seconds of torment with the vibrator you get. Whatever number gets multiplied by one more roll of one die. And here’s the object of the game. You can’t come. You come, you lose and then you roll the Punishment Dice. Whatever implement you roll and then the dice determines how many strokes you get.”
©2010, Michelle Carlyle
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