Happy New Year To My Spanky Friends!
Hey guys, how are you all? I’m doing well. Had a fantastic Christmas with the family and I’m looking forward to the new year. I have PROMISED myself I will publish five plus spanking books this year. Hopefully, in the next couple months. I know I keep making these promises, but man, I get so busy. But I must make time for the books!
I hope you guys are all doing fun things tonight. I’m so tired, the Hubby and I are staying in and probably going to bed early. Like maybe right now. I didn’t even want to get up. I swear, all I want to do is hibernate this time of year.
Okay, so onto NEWBIE, soon to be found in Bottoms Up.
Hugs to all of you wonderful people and I wish you the best for the New Year!!
Michelle
Bill towered above her, a deep frown etching his handsome features. He spun the evil wooden paddle in his hands. “Bend it over, honey.” He jerked his head towards the kitchen island.
Angela held up her hands in a defensive gesture, bouncing in place. “But Bill, I swear, I was going to take out the garbage, I got distracted.”
His thick dark brows furrowed to form one large disapproving eyebrow. “Did you or did you not agree to be punished for lying? You told me you’d done it.”
“I did, almost. I mean, it was… I just… Oh, hell. Okay, okay. I guess I didn’t think you were completely serious about lies about garbage. I didn’t know you meant all lies.”
“Lies are lies! You left the bag in the garage and the cat tore into it last night. All you had to do was go another twenty feet and put the damn bag in the can. Then you lied to me and said you’d done it when I asked. I don’t get this.”
“Well, see, I was… I got distracted. Well, and I’d just done my nails and I hate that lid to the can and—“
“So instead of talking to me about it so I could get a better lid for the garbage can and make it easier on you, you just blew off the entire chore and lied to me about it.”
“Well, I emptied all the wastebaskets.”
He pointed dramatically towards the counter. “Bend it over!”
“But Bill, I—“
“Okay, that’s it, pants down,” he added with a menacing look in his eye.
“But, Bill, I—“
“Angela.” It was one word, but the deadly tone he used made it clear he’d reached his limit.
“Okay,” she replied. She reluctantly unbuttoned her jeans, unzipped them and took them down to her thighs. She left her panties up in hopes he’d just let her leave them there.
“Panties, too.”
Well, there went that little fantasy.
She pushed her undies down to mid-thigh and bent over the kitchen counter and screwed up her face in anticipation of the swats.
“You know if you just admitted to what you did, this would have been two pops over your jeans. But since you went on and on about how this wasn’t your fault and that lies about garbage don’t count—knowing full well they do—you’re getting five on this bare ass of yours.”
She turned to him, her mouth open. “Five!”
His blue gaze narrowed. “You want more?”
“No,” she replied quickly.
“Okay, then, count for me.”
He stood next to her, out of her peripheral she saw him wind up. She closed her eyes and clenched her fists.
She heard a slight whoosh; blinding pain scorched her bare behind. Bill was really putting his all into this! This was terrible!
“Count!”
“One!” she cried.
Whoosh-thwack! Searing pain roasted her ass. She cried out, then remembered to count. “Two!”
Every muscle tensed as she anticipated the next blow. The impact was severe, thrusting her hips against the cold cabinetry of the kitchen island. White-hot pain blasted through her. Every nerve jangled, tears stung her eyes. “Three!”
He grunted softly with the next strike; throwing his entire shoulder into the blow. Her body was propelled against the counter; her knees almost buckled from the pain.
“Four!”
The last smack was awesome; harrowing and exacting, incinerating her poor overwhelmed behind. “Five!”
She slumped against the counter, breathing hard to control the throbbing agony.
“Next time, take the damn garbage out and don’t lie to me,” he clipped out at her.
“I will, I promise.”
“Good.” He rubbed a hand over her fiery buns. “Damn this. Every time I see your reddened ass bent over, I lose my mind.”
The paddle clattered to the floor, startling her. She turned around, he’d unzipped his jeans, his hard tool was in his hand, a dark and intensely lustful look of hunger on his handsome face.
He spun her back around, bent her over further, slipping a hand down her front until he reached her sex. Teasing her clit with his supple fingers sent shock waves of desire rippling throughout her sex. Her ass throbbed, the stinging fueling her drive. She spread her legs further apart, arching her back so her ass stuck out more.
Growling deep in his throat, he thrust a finger inside her; he groaned when he found her so wet.
While her body responded to his masterful lovemaking, her brain argued with her. This was not the message she wanted to send him! She should be angry with him, not bending over and submitting to him right after he spanked her.
All those thoughts were obliterated when he circled her hard nub with a talented finger. Crying out, she reached behind her to grab hold of his steely member.
He gasped, knocked her hand away, and pushed himself inside her, pressing hard into her special zone of joy. Moaning loudly, she bit her fist, pounding the other against the granite countertop, trying to stave off her orgasm. Bill plowed into her ruthlessly; she delighted in every stabbing thrust; wanting more and more of him; deeper, harder, faster.
She lost all sense of place and time; spinning in a fog of want. She pictured his tool, his handsome face, his broad shoulders, his rounded pecs, the dark triangle of hair on his beefy chest; all of which sent her over the edge. Her mind and body blasted apart as she came; she pushed back against him, taking him even more deeply inside her.
Bill dug his fingers into her hips and jack-hammered inside her, pummeling her g-spot into his submission. His movements became more frantic as he built to his release; she moved in time to his rhythm, accommodating him, inviting him inside her as far as he could get.
Yelling, he shook, jerked and shuddered, throwing himself into her as he came; sending her right over the edge into another climax. She collapsed against the counter, spent, tired and satiated; he finished his final thrusts, then withdrew.
He slapped her ass a couple times, and bit her neck at the perfect spot, shocking her into another mini-orgasm. She cried out which transformed into a soft moan. She dropped her head to her arms, dizzy and out-of-breath. But very, very happy.
He rubbed her back and petted her head. “You okay, baby?”
“Yes,” she replied in an exhausted tone.
He laughed. “You don’t sound okay.”
“I will be.”
“Damn it, I don’t want to reward you. But when you submit to me, your bare ass bent over, the contrite look on your face—I can’t stand it. I have to have you. Even though I was pretty mad at you, I can’t stop myself. God, I love you, honey.”
He pulled her up off the counter, turned her around and kissed her. Waves of desire coursed through her. What this man could do with a kiss!
©2010, Michelle Carlyle
Friday, December 31, 2010
Sunday, December 19, 2010
Newbie, Parts Eleven and Twelve
Hey Cyber Friends!
Happy holidays to you all! Wow, am I busy! With shopping, parties, the whole shebang, but life is good. I am so thankful for all my friends, for my fans, my husband and my home, I can’t tell you. When I think about how crappy things were last year at this time, I can’t believe how much better our lives are now. Hubby loves his job, I love mine, we get to keep our house and everything is finally stable. So for those of you who are suffering through bad times, take it from me, things do get better. And when your life finally turns around, boy, do you appreciate it!
I will not be posting next week due to massive Christmas stuff. I have 20 million people coming for Christmas Eve and about 10 million coming for Christmas Day. But I’m not complaining. I can’t wait to have all these great people destroying, I mean, partying in my house! Yay!!! Christmas!!!
But since we have no New Years plans (Hubby has to work on the 31st) I will be posting on the 31st. So I will see you all then!
Here is the next part of Newbie, soon to be found in Bottoms Up!
Hugs and love to you all,
Michelle
“Honey, I’m going to carry you into the bedroom. Normally, I’d make you stand in that corner for awhile, but this was the most severe I’ve ever punished anyone. Because you deserved it and needed a strong wake-up call. No one ever blew it like this with me. And you’re just not like this. Anyway, your punishment is over and done with and I forgive you.”
Which prompted her to sob with relief.
“Honey, honey, it’s okay,” he said. He picked her up, gathered her into his arms and cradled her. “I won’t hold anything against you, I won’t mention my credit rating again. I am going to leave this issue like it’s handled and we’re going to move on.”
She sobbed harder; so relieved. So happy. She’d blown it and now it was all over and they were moving on. No more guilt, only hard work to make sure the problem didn’t happen again. This was good.
Even though she’d never felt more pain coming from her buns before. Luckily, she’d heal. And in the process heal her bad habits. It was time to grow up.
Thank God for this man.
He picked her up—she still felt boneless—and carried her to their bedroom.
He gently lay her down on the bed. “Turn over and lay on your tummy, honey. I’m gonna go get an icepack and some aspirin.”
Lost in endorphins rushing to her aid, she did as she was told. She floated away, somewhere between residual pain and warm rushes that coursed throughout her body.
She jumped when he laid an icepack on her bare rear. After a second, it felt good. Very good.
“Here, take these, honey,” he said, offering her two aspirin and a bottle of cold water. She eagerly took the medicine, then lay back down, dizzy and exhausted.
“Dinner’s on it’s way, I called out for Chinese.”
Her nausea had begun to subside, food sounded pretty good. Especially food she didn’t have to cook. Still, she didn’t deserve this special treatment.
“I feel guilty,” she croaked. She drank some more water. “Guilty, you’re being too nice to me.”
“I couldn’t be nicer to you, honey. That was only a wake-up call, I wasn’t being mean to you. I was setting limits.”
“I just…”
“We’re done with that. Move on. You’re hurting and I’m going to help you.”
“Thank you.”
“You’re welcome, baby.”
The doorbell rang. Bill disappeared and returned ten minutes later with two plates of steaming hot food. He set one down on the bed. “You aren’t gonna want to sit. Eat right there.”
“Okay,” she said. She began to eat and didn’t stop. She was famished. He vacuumed up his food pretty fast too.
He took her plate and set them on their dressed. He returned to the bed, lay beside and petted her head. “I love you, honey.”
“I love you, too.”
He leaned in and kissed her. The residual pain plus his magnificent kiss ignited a flame of desire in her sex. All at once it hit her. Her entire body hummed with excitement; the punishment’s delayed effect on her libido. Atomic-powered lust exploded within her. Her deep-seated passion for submission; the way her body glowed now from the punishment in conjunction with sharp notes of lingering pain caused her hormones to jump into over-drive. She wanted him inside her. Hard and fast and punishing, she wanted him to make love to her.
Tuned into her, Bill ran a hand over her hot rear and dropped a hand between her legs; smiling into her mouth when he found his prize so wet.
He slid his finger inside her; tantalizing sensations rocketed through her. Dizzy, her head fell to the pillow; she ground her hips against the mattress.
Bill withdrew from her sex and gently pushed her onto her back. When her sizzling skin touched the silky material of the comforter, a shock went through her nether-regions; the spanking’s effect juicing her sex drive full-on. She fell back into a lake of want, floating in pure desire.
He moved her legs apart and settled in, gazing at her sex, his eyes alight with lust. He pushed her tender folds aside, his dexterous and very long tongue touched her engorged nub. Her entire body jerked upwards; it was like she’d stuck her clit in a light socket of joy. Just as electric pulses of pain raced through her body during her punishment, now it was electric pulses of longing. Crazy hunger gripped her entire being.
Bill carefully teased her folds; slowly, sweetly making her whole system sing. Quickly she climbed the ladder of nirvana; her orgasm building fast.
He launched an exquisite torrent of licks on her tiny head; her entire consciousness blew apart. Screaming, quaking, writhing, bucking, she scissored his head, grabbing him, rubbing herself against his mouth. Wringing every last bit of feeling out of the climax.
Her womb spasmed for the longest time; sending charges of delight through her clit. She fell back against the softness of the bed, basking in the hot afterglow of one of the best orgasms of her life.
Bill climbed on top, gently eased her legs apart and slipped his gigantic tool inside her.
Immediately, her body came alive; she was right back on that precipice of coming. Throwing her head back against the pillows, she squealed with yips of rapture; each thrust causing her to exclaim her bliss and love of her husband.
Surrendering, submitting to him, Bill grabbed her wrists and pinned them to the bed, driving inside her, faster and faster. His gaze dark and feral; each thrust was aimed perfectly to elicit the perfect response in her. He never missed his target. Closer and closer she rose to the climax, abruptly blasting into a hellacious orgasm.
Her screams turned to rasps, her throat worn out from her punishment. He continued to plow her depths; his thrusts growing more violent, his teeth gritted, his face red. She allowed herself to take the ride with him, building again toward ecstasy.
His body jerked frantically against her with his release; pummeling her g-spot, causing her to burst into a bomb of an orgasm; bucking up against him, allowing him inside her as far as he could get. He hammered her, again and again, gradually decreasing until his last thrusts were gentle and loving.
He let go of her wrists, fell beside her, gathering her into his arms. “God I love you, baby,” he said in a harsh whisper, his voice urgent.
“I love you,” she croaked hoarsely. “Can’t… talk.”
Crushing her to him, he kissed the side of her face. “I’ll get my baby some wine. You want wine?”
She nodded, but clung to him.
“You want me to stay for a bit first?”
She hugged him harder.
They stayed in an embrace, their sweat-slicked bodies slippery and hot against each other. He kissed her neck and face, nuzzling her, cuddling her.
Even though the length of his body was pressed against hers, she began to get cold.
“You cold, baby?” he asked a second after she noticed.
“Yeah,” she whispered.
“Here, you get under the covers, I’m gonna go get us some drinks.” He slipped out of her grip and lifted the covers for her. The room spinning, she somehow got under the covers, collapsing on her side.
What a work out!
Bill laughed. “You look half-dead, honey.”
“I am,” she whispered, closing her eyes.
A while later, she felt his weight on the bed, a rush of cold air blasted her sweaty body as he climbed in next to her.
“Here, baby, I got you a mimosa.”
Her eyes flew open, she eagerly reached for the tall glass of orange bliss, causing him to chuckle. “Well, that made you come alive.”
The cool, bubbly sweet liquid slid down her parched throat, putting out the fire within. The scent of orange and champagne filled her senses; the coolness in her belly felt wonderful.
“Mmmmm,” she said, taking another long draw.
Her brain began to percolate again. She sat up next to him; a wave of pain from her tender ass caused her to wince. “Wow, that’s sore.”
He smiled. “Yeah, and it will be for a long time, baby. You’ll need a new chair at work.”
“Oh, God, work! I’ll have to come up with some excuse.”
“You fell on the back patio, slipping after you watered.”
“Good one.”
“Or you could just say your husband spanked you because you ruined his credit rating.”
She shook her head. “Uh, no.”
“I’m sorry, I said I wasn’t going to mention that again.”
She intertwined her legs with his. “No worries, baby.”
“You learn your lesson?” He rubbed her back gently.
“Uh, yeah.”
“I hope I never have to do that to you again.”
“Me, too.”
He brushed some red hair out of her eyes. “So how are you going to make sure it doesn’t happen again?”
“I’m going to make a chart of all my expenses and set up a calendar so I never forget again.”
He smiled, his entire handsome face lit up. “Good girl. That’s a great idea.”
“I’m glad you approve.”
“Maybe this isn’t the time, but I wanted to bring up something.”
“Uh, oh.”
“There have been some times recently where you… well, got kinda lazy. You know when we were cleaning the garage the other day? And you pretended to go inside to get something?”
“Damn.”
He laughed. “Honey, I’m getting to know you and your little games. Now in the future, I want to spank you for those. Not at all like today. Maybe one or two pops with the paddle, depending on the infraction, over your pants. Or if I really catch you slacking off, maybe panties off. I’ll determine that at the time.”
“I don’t like it, but I’ll submit to it. I don’t like disappointing you. I’d like to stop my sneaky childish ways. I mean, it’s embarrassing when you bring it up like that. You work so hard and are so meticulous and together… I’ve just…”
“You’re just not working up to your potential.”
“No, I’m not. And I know that.” She nodded, warming to the idea. She could totally take one or two pops with that dreadful thing. “Hopefully there will come a time where you won’t ever need to do that. Only during sex.”
He smiled and took her glass from her hand and set it on the nightstand. He brought her to him and kissed her. “I love you, baby.”
“I love you, Bill.”
©2010, Michelle Carlyle
Happy holidays to you all! Wow, am I busy! With shopping, parties, the whole shebang, but life is good. I am so thankful for all my friends, for my fans, my husband and my home, I can’t tell you. When I think about how crappy things were last year at this time, I can’t believe how much better our lives are now. Hubby loves his job, I love mine, we get to keep our house and everything is finally stable. So for those of you who are suffering through bad times, take it from me, things do get better. And when your life finally turns around, boy, do you appreciate it!
I will not be posting next week due to massive Christmas stuff. I have 20 million people coming for Christmas Eve and about 10 million coming for Christmas Day. But I’m not complaining. I can’t wait to have all these great people destroying, I mean, partying in my house! Yay!!! Christmas!!!
But since we have no New Years plans (Hubby has to work on the 31st) I will be posting on the 31st. So I will see you all then!
Here is the next part of Newbie, soon to be found in Bottoms Up!
Hugs and love to you all,
Michelle
“Honey, I’m going to carry you into the bedroom. Normally, I’d make you stand in that corner for awhile, but this was the most severe I’ve ever punished anyone. Because you deserved it and needed a strong wake-up call. No one ever blew it like this with me. And you’re just not like this. Anyway, your punishment is over and done with and I forgive you.”
Which prompted her to sob with relief.
“Honey, honey, it’s okay,” he said. He picked her up, gathered her into his arms and cradled her. “I won’t hold anything against you, I won’t mention my credit rating again. I am going to leave this issue like it’s handled and we’re going to move on.”
She sobbed harder; so relieved. So happy. She’d blown it and now it was all over and they were moving on. No more guilt, only hard work to make sure the problem didn’t happen again. This was good.
Even though she’d never felt more pain coming from her buns before. Luckily, she’d heal. And in the process heal her bad habits. It was time to grow up.
Thank God for this man.
He picked her up—she still felt boneless—and carried her to their bedroom.
He gently lay her down on the bed. “Turn over and lay on your tummy, honey. I’m gonna go get an icepack and some aspirin.”
Lost in endorphins rushing to her aid, she did as she was told. She floated away, somewhere between residual pain and warm rushes that coursed throughout her body.
She jumped when he laid an icepack on her bare rear. After a second, it felt good. Very good.
“Here, take these, honey,” he said, offering her two aspirin and a bottle of cold water. She eagerly took the medicine, then lay back down, dizzy and exhausted.
“Dinner’s on it’s way, I called out for Chinese.”
Her nausea had begun to subside, food sounded pretty good. Especially food she didn’t have to cook. Still, she didn’t deserve this special treatment.
“I feel guilty,” she croaked. She drank some more water. “Guilty, you’re being too nice to me.”
“I couldn’t be nicer to you, honey. That was only a wake-up call, I wasn’t being mean to you. I was setting limits.”
“I just…”
“We’re done with that. Move on. You’re hurting and I’m going to help you.”
“Thank you.”
“You’re welcome, baby.”
The doorbell rang. Bill disappeared and returned ten minutes later with two plates of steaming hot food. He set one down on the bed. “You aren’t gonna want to sit. Eat right there.”
“Okay,” she said. She began to eat and didn’t stop. She was famished. He vacuumed up his food pretty fast too.
He took her plate and set them on their dressed. He returned to the bed, lay beside and petted her head. “I love you, honey.”
“I love you, too.”
He leaned in and kissed her. The residual pain plus his magnificent kiss ignited a flame of desire in her sex. All at once it hit her. Her entire body hummed with excitement; the punishment’s delayed effect on her libido. Atomic-powered lust exploded within her. Her deep-seated passion for submission; the way her body glowed now from the punishment in conjunction with sharp notes of lingering pain caused her hormones to jump into over-drive. She wanted him inside her. Hard and fast and punishing, she wanted him to make love to her.
Tuned into her, Bill ran a hand over her hot rear and dropped a hand between her legs; smiling into her mouth when he found his prize so wet.
He slid his finger inside her; tantalizing sensations rocketed through her. Dizzy, her head fell to the pillow; she ground her hips against the mattress.
Bill withdrew from her sex and gently pushed her onto her back. When her sizzling skin touched the silky material of the comforter, a shock went through her nether-regions; the spanking’s effect juicing her sex drive full-on. She fell back into a lake of want, floating in pure desire.
He moved her legs apart and settled in, gazing at her sex, his eyes alight with lust. He pushed her tender folds aside, his dexterous and very long tongue touched her engorged nub. Her entire body jerked upwards; it was like she’d stuck her clit in a light socket of joy. Just as electric pulses of pain raced through her body during her punishment, now it was electric pulses of longing. Crazy hunger gripped her entire being.
Bill carefully teased her folds; slowly, sweetly making her whole system sing. Quickly she climbed the ladder of nirvana; her orgasm building fast.
He launched an exquisite torrent of licks on her tiny head; her entire consciousness blew apart. Screaming, quaking, writhing, bucking, she scissored his head, grabbing him, rubbing herself against his mouth. Wringing every last bit of feeling out of the climax.
Her womb spasmed for the longest time; sending charges of delight through her clit. She fell back against the softness of the bed, basking in the hot afterglow of one of the best orgasms of her life.
Bill climbed on top, gently eased her legs apart and slipped his gigantic tool inside her.
Immediately, her body came alive; she was right back on that precipice of coming. Throwing her head back against the pillows, she squealed with yips of rapture; each thrust causing her to exclaim her bliss and love of her husband.
Surrendering, submitting to him, Bill grabbed her wrists and pinned them to the bed, driving inside her, faster and faster. His gaze dark and feral; each thrust was aimed perfectly to elicit the perfect response in her. He never missed his target. Closer and closer she rose to the climax, abruptly blasting into a hellacious orgasm.
Her screams turned to rasps, her throat worn out from her punishment. He continued to plow her depths; his thrusts growing more violent, his teeth gritted, his face red. She allowed herself to take the ride with him, building again toward ecstasy.
His body jerked frantically against her with his release; pummeling her g-spot, causing her to burst into a bomb of an orgasm; bucking up against him, allowing him inside her as far as he could get. He hammered her, again and again, gradually decreasing until his last thrusts were gentle and loving.
He let go of her wrists, fell beside her, gathering her into his arms. “God I love you, baby,” he said in a harsh whisper, his voice urgent.
“I love you,” she croaked hoarsely. “Can’t… talk.”
Crushing her to him, he kissed the side of her face. “I’ll get my baby some wine. You want wine?”
She nodded, but clung to him.
“You want me to stay for a bit first?”
She hugged him harder.
They stayed in an embrace, their sweat-slicked bodies slippery and hot against each other. He kissed her neck and face, nuzzling her, cuddling her.
Even though the length of his body was pressed against hers, she began to get cold.
“You cold, baby?” he asked a second after she noticed.
“Yeah,” she whispered.
“Here, you get under the covers, I’m gonna go get us some drinks.” He slipped out of her grip and lifted the covers for her. The room spinning, she somehow got under the covers, collapsing on her side.
What a work out!
Bill laughed. “You look half-dead, honey.”
“I am,” she whispered, closing her eyes.
A while later, she felt his weight on the bed, a rush of cold air blasted her sweaty body as he climbed in next to her.
“Here, baby, I got you a mimosa.”
Her eyes flew open, she eagerly reached for the tall glass of orange bliss, causing him to chuckle. “Well, that made you come alive.”
The cool, bubbly sweet liquid slid down her parched throat, putting out the fire within. The scent of orange and champagne filled her senses; the coolness in her belly felt wonderful.
“Mmmmm,” she said, taking another long draw.
Her brain began to percolate again. She sat up next to him; a wave of pain from her tender ass caused her to wince. “Wow, that’s sore.”
He smiled. “Yeah, and it will be for a long time, baby. You’ll need a new chair at work.”
“Oh, God, work! I’ll have to come up with some excuse.”
“You fell on the back patio, slipping after you watered.”
“Good one.”
“Or you could just say your husband spanked you because you ruined his credit rating.”
She shook her head. “Uh, no.”
“I’m sorry, I said I wasn’t going to mention that again.”
She intertwined her legs with his. “No worries, baby.”
“You learn your lesson?” He rubbed her back gently.
“Uh, yeah.”
“I hope I never have to do that to you again.”
“Me, too.”
He brushed some red hair out of her eyes. “So how are you going to make sure it doesn’t happen again?”
“I’m going to make a chart of all my expenses and set up a calendar so I never forget again.”
He smiled, his entire handsome face lit up. “Good girl. That’s a great idea.”
“I’m glad you approve.”
“Maybe this isn’t the time, but I wanted to bring up something.”
“Uh, oh.”
“There have been some times recently where you… well, got kinda lazy. You know when we were cleaning the garage the other day? And you pretended to go inside to get something?”
“Damn.”
He laughed. “Honey, I’m getting to know you and your little games. Now in the future, I want to spank you for those. Not at all like today. Maybe one or two pops with the paddle, depending on the infraction, over your pants. Or if I really catch you slacking off, maybe panties off. I’ll determine that at the time.”
“I don’t like it, but I’ll submit to it. I don’t like disappointing you. I’d like to stop my sneaky childish ways. I mean, it’s embarrassing when you bring it up like that. You work so hard and are so meticulous and together… I’ve just…”
“You’re just not working up to your potential.”
“No, I’m not. And I know that.” She nodded, warming to the idea. She could totally take one or two pops with that dreadful thing. “Hopefully there will come a time where you won’t ever need to do that. Only during sex.”
He smiled and took her glass from her hand and set it on the nightstand. He brought her to him and kissed her. “I love you, baby.”
“I love you, Bill.”
©2010, Michelle Carlyle
Sunday, December 12, 2010
Newbie, Part Ten
Hey Guys and Gals!
Sorry I didn’t post on Friday, I was super busy from the time I woke up until I collapsed in bed at night. Same for Saturday. This was the first chance I’ve had. Christmas has completely eaten my life. CRAZY.
So here’s the continuation of Newbie, soon to be found in Bottoms Up. Next week, I may be late as well, I’m having ten people for dinner and will be insane. Well, more insane than normal. And then I’m going to skip a week because I have 28 people coming to my house Christmas Eve and will not have the bandwidth for blogging. But I’ll post a bigger chunk next weekend to compensate.
I hope you’re all doing fine and dandy and are happy. And are being spanked or are spanking deserving behinds regularly.
Hugs and love to you,
Michelle
Angela turned, wishing she hadn’t looked into his face. Bill was still furious with her. She walked by him, her eyes down and that’s when she saw the wooden paddle in his hand.
The paddle seemed gigantic. While it was about eighteen inches long, the business end about five inches across and at least a half an inch thick, it seemed like it was six feet long and as wide as the dining table. She’d never seen anything scarier.
“Y-y-you’re going to,” she gulped, “s-spank me with THAT?”
“You bet your hurt little ass I am. This punishment is for you, not me. My hand couldn’t take seventy-five of the kind I want to give you. And no, you won’t be sitting for some time.”
She began to cry. Her tears had no effect on him.
“Get in there and stop dawdling.”
Somehow she managed to walk into the living room. If she hadn’t been naked, she would have run for the door. And kept running.
“Over to the couch.”
Bill walked past her and sat down on their large leather couch. She reluctantly walked over to him. He leaned back and gestured for her to lie down across his lap. Her whole body shook with fear as she lowered herself down.
Bill took his time settling her. He adjusted her hips, his knee, getting her into the perfect position. He locked his arm across her back and pinned her legs with one of his.
“You try to get away and I start all over. You will take this because you deserve it. Now I’m giving you seventy-five. And each one is going to hurt like nothing else ever has.”
He moved to one side as he brought his arm back. She heard a whoosh and then her buns exploded with pain. She yelped, her toes curling, her whole body tensed. How the hell could she take seventy-four more like this? He paused a moment and let the ripples of pain echo throughout her body. Horrible.
Bill let her have it again. She shrieked, her butt burning with agony she’d never felt before in her life. He let the pain do its work, then smacked her again. She cried out, kicking her legs.
“No moving!” he ordered, punctuating his demand with a thunderous spank to her rear with his evil paddle.
She yowled. Bill got into an awful rhythm with his punishment. He worked her poor ass from top to bottom scorching her ass like he was branding it with a red-hot waffle iron. He wailed on the top, then fired into her sit spots.
The agony was unbelievable. White spots danced in her vision, she was so close to puking it wasn’t funny. She howled and cried and bellowed, but Bill didn’t skip a beat. He was doing a job, a job he took very seriously. None of the tenderness he normally displayed was evident tonight. He was punishing her all right. She’d never experienced anything so horrendous in her life.
And yet, the entire time, she knew she’d caused this. She’d walked right into it. She made this happen. She’d hurt him and their credit and their future and now she was being punished for it.
Bill put his entire body and shoulder into his strikes; each one caused her entire body to jump. She was bent so far over, her ass so high, each strike was excruciating.
Thwack! The flat of the paddle was so large, it impacted both buns at once; jolting her system with electric shocks of agony.
He allowed the paddle to travel a bit, up and down, roasting her poor butt. He spanked her sit spots, her upper thighs and the top of her ass, obliterating the entire area with torturous smacks.
Blistering pain coursed through her; her body convulsed with sobs and poured with sweat.
Soon, she couldn’t reflect on the experience, or get a thought straight in her head, she couldn’t do anything but cry and wail. Every nerve was on fire, her fists balled, her entire body shook, tears poured from her eyes.
Finally, she surrendered to her fate. It was no use kicking or balling her fists or tensing up. He wouldn’t stop. It didn’t help with the pain. She allowed herself to drape across his lap, limp as a noodle. Besides, there no fight left in her. She’d just take it. She deserved it and she’d take it.
Not long afterwards, he said, “Seventy-five!” and threw the paddle aside. She almost didn’t notice. The pain was so overwhelming; his spanks lingered on. The pain was still excruciating. She lay there moaning and crying softly, half-dead.
“Good girl,” he said as if he were talking from one end of a long tube. Her hearing was a bit wonky; she’d deafened herself during the event.
“You took that, honey. I’m proud of you. You took it well. You didn’t fight me, you didn’t threaten me, you didn’t beg me to stop, you just took it. Good girl. You may have let yourself down before, but you aren’t now. You know you needed this to stop. You needed me to help you intervene before you really hurt us. You took this because you know you deserved it. And I’m really happy that you saw what you did was wrong and didn’t try to run away from the blame.”
He gently placed a hand on her burning buns, she jerked from the contact. The pain had just slightly begun to ease. She was so bruised and sensitive, it wasn’t funny. Just his light touch hurt.
“Easy, easy, baby, easy. I got you bad here.” He rubbed her butt and the pain began to melt.
“Honey, I’m going to carry you into the bedroom. Normally, I’d make you stand in that corner for awhile, but this was the most severe I’ve ever punished anyone. Because you deserved it and needed a strong wake-up call. No one ever blew it like this with me. And you’re just not like this. Anyway, your punishment is over and done with and I forgive you.”
She sobbed with relief.
©2010, Michelle Carlyle
Sorry I didn’t post on Friday, I was super busy from the time I woke up until I collapsed in bed at night. Same for Saturday. This was the first chance I’ve had. Christmas has completely eaten my life. CRAZY.
So here’s the continuation of Newbie, soon to be found in Bottoms Up. Next week, I may be late as well, I’m having ten people for dinner and will be insane. Well, more insane than normal. And then I’m going to skip a week because I have 28 people coming to my house Christmas Eve and will not have the bandwidth for blogging. But I’ll post a bigger chunk next weekend to compensate.
I hope you’re all doing fine and dandy and are happy. And are being spanked or are spanking deserving behinds regularly.
Hugs and love to you,
Michelle
Angela turned, wishing she hadn’t looked into his face. Bill was still furious with her. She walked by him, her eyes down and that’s when she saw the wooden paddle in his hand.
The paddle seemed gigantic. While it was about eighteen inches long, the business end about five inches across and at least a half an inch thick, it seemed like it was six feet long and as wide as the dining table. She’d never seen anything scarier.
“Y-y-you’re going to,” she gulped, “s-spank me with THAT?”
“You bet your hurt little ass I am. This punishment is for you, not me. My hand couldn’t take seventy-five of the kind I want to give you. And no, you won’t be sitting for some time.”
She began to cry. Her tears had no effect on him.
“Get in there and stop dawdling.”
Somehow she managed to walk into the living room. If she hadn’t been naked, she would have run for the door. And kept running.
“Over to the couch.”
Bill walked past her and sat down on their large leather couch. She reluctantly walked over to him. He leaned back and gestured for her to lie down across his lap. Her whole body shook with fear as she lowered herself down.
Bill took his time settling her. He adjusted her hips, his knee, getting her into the perfect position. He locked his arm across her back and pinned her legs with one of his.
“You try to get away and I start all over. You will take this because you deserve it. Now I’m giving you seventy-five. And each one is going to hurt like nothing else ever has.”
He moved to one side as he brought his arm back. She heard a whoosh and then her buns exploded with pain. She yelped, her toes curling, her whole body tensed. How the hell could she take seventy-four more like this? He paused a moment and let the ripples of pain echo throughout her body. Horrible.
Bill let her have it again. She shrieked, her butt burning with agony she’d never felt before in her life. He let the pain do its work, then smacked her again. She cried out, kicking her legs.
“No moving!” he ordered, punctuating his demand with a thunderous spank to her rear with his evil paddle.
She yowled. Bill got into an awful rhythm with his punishment. He worked her poor ass from top to bottom scorching her ass like he was branding it with a red-hot waffle iron. He wailed on the top, then fired into her sit spots.
The agony was unbelievable. White spots danced in her vision, she was so close to puking it wasn’t funny. She howled and cried and bellowed, but Bill didn’t skip a beat. He was doing a job, a job he took very seriously. None of the tenderness he normally displayed was evident tonight. He was punishing her all right. She’d never experienced anything so horrendous in her life.
And yet, the entire time, she knew she’d caused this. She’d walked right into it. She made this happen. She’d hurt him and their credit and their future and now she was being punished for it.
Bill put his entire body and shoulder into his strikes; each one caused her entire body to jump. She was bent so far over, her ass so high, each strike was excruciating.
Thwack! The flat of the paddle was so large, it impacted both buns at once; jolting her system with electric shocks of agony.
He allowed the paddle to travel a bit, up and down, roasting her poor butt. He spanked her sit spots, her upper thighs and the top of her ass, obliterating the entire area with torturous smacks.
Blistering pain coursed through her; her body convulsed with sobs and poured with sweat.
Soon, she couldn’t reflect on the experience, or get a thought straight in her head, she couldn’t do anything but cry and wail. Every nerve was on fire, her fists balled, her entire body shook, tears poured from her eyes.
Finally, she surrendered to her fate. It was no use kicking or balling her fists or tensing up. He wouldn’t stop. It didn’t help with the pain. She allowed herself to drape across his lap, limp as a noodle. Besides, there no fight left in her. She’d just take it. She deserved it and she’d take it.
Not long afterwards, he said, “Seventy-five!” and threw the paddle aside. She almost didn’t notice. The pain was so overwhelming; his spanks lingered on. The pain was still excruciating. She lay there moaning and crying softly, half-dead.
“Good girl,” he said as if he were talking from one end of a long tube. Her hearing was a bit wonky; she’d deafened herself during the event.
“You took that, honey. I’m proud of you. You took it well. You didn’t fight me, you didn’t threaten me, you didn’t beg me to stop, you just took it. Good girl. You may have let yourself down before, but you aren’t now. You know you needed this to stop. You needed me to help you intervene before you really hurt us. You took this because you know you deserved it. And I’m really happy that you saw what you did was wrong and didn’t try to run away from the blame.”
He gently placed a hand on her burning buns, she jerked from the contact. The pain had just slightly begun to ease. She was so bruised and sensitive, it wasn’t funny. Just his light touch hurt.
“Easy, easy, baby, easy. I got you bad here.” He rubbed her butt and the pain began to melt.
“Honey, I’m going to carry you into the bedroom. Normally, I’d make you stand in that corner for awhile, but this was the most severe I’ve ever punished anyone. Because you deserved it and needed a strong wake-up call. No one ever blew it like this with me. And you’re just not like this. Anyway, your punishment is over and done with and I forgive you.”
She sobbed with relief.
©2010, Michelle Carlyle
Friday, December 3, 2010
Newbie, Part Nine
Hey Cyber Buddies!
I’m here! On time and everything! Wow! I hope this post finds you all doing well. I am almost done with my Christmas shopping. A couple more things and then that’s it. Yay! My house looks like elves came in and destroyed it. Wrapping and decorations are everywhere. I hope to contain the mess soon. But I got the tree up, the outside lights up, all I need to do is a few things and I’m ready. And then maybe I’ll get back to work. Been taking a break from writing for the past couple weeks. Just need some downtime. Of course, “downtime” means getting Christmas ready and cleaning all the closets out and cleaning off the kitchen sideboards. It is time to purge! I’ve never been one to sit around much. In fact, I need to learn how to relax more. Plus this week, Hubby has been getting up at 5:30 and so have I. Which is way too early for me. I’m nearly dead today.
So here’s the story, soon to be found in Bottoms Up!, one of three books I hope to have done soon. My plate is so full, I wish I had time for everything. Especially getting my books out!
Hope all is well with you and yours and happy spanking!
Love,
Michelle
Angela drove around the block one more time, shaking, sweating, dreading going home. Bill was waiting for her to punish her. Her first real punishment. He’d warned her, they’d talked about it, she’d gone against his advice and broken her promise to him. And, in the process, managed to rack up late charges on three of her credit cards. Not only that, now that they were married, she’d done damage to Bill’s pristine credit rating. She had to admit, she’d blown it big time.
But she still didn’t want to face the consequences. The night they got engaged, he told her about Domestic Discipline and that he was a great believer in it. At the time—they’d just had awesome sex and he’d introduced her to the fun riding crop—it sounded like a good idea. Her insurance had almost gotten cancelled three times due to lack of payment, she’d thought maybe a little help from her new hunky mate would encourage her to get her crap together. Besides, she figured she’d never disappoint him. She was too in love with him and had too much respect for him.
Of course, after the four-month engagement period and their first six months of marriage, she’d sort of forgotten that she’d agreed to being punished for her transgressions. And she’d also started to lax off and resume her normal modus operandi, which meant she’d let some things go. She had a million excuses why she’d hadn’t paid her bills on time; all of them lame. When he’d confronted her the night before, as her reasons spilled off her tongue, upon hearing them, even she couldn’t argue that any of them were valid. It was all so frustrating. She already felt bad for hurting his credit rating—something she hadn’t even considered as a consequence to her actions. She’d been single for eight years; she’d forgotten that marriage meant that when one party screwed up their credit, it affected the other party.
His expression harsh, he’d told her that the next night would be Punishment Night. He purposefully told her in advance so she’d worry all day. He wanted it to be the first and last time he spanked her for real. He wanted her to anticipate it. He’d even sent her text messages during the day, reminding her how much it would hurt. And why he was doing it to her.
She had to admit, his technique had worked. She’d barely been able to concentrate at work, she’d nibbled at lunch but couldn’t get much food down. And now, she was a complete nervous wreck. She vividly remembered the two spanks he’d delivered on her poor ass when he showed her what a punishment spanking would be like. Highly unpleasant. And tonight he promised her many, many more just like those. One for each point he’d lost on his credit rating. And he’d lost seventy-five points.
She drove around the block once more. Her cell phone rang in her purse. She knew who it was. She’d left the office forty-five minutes before, it only took a half an hour to drive home and he’d called her right before she left.
She reluctantly answered the phone. Of course, it was him. “Where are you?”
“Uh…”
“Driving around the block?”
“I… oh, hell.”
“Angela,” his voice a near growl.
“I’m coming.”
“Good.” Click.
Her heart beating so hard in her chest, she could barely breathe, she turned the car around and drove home. She stepped out of her car and nearly fell over, her legs were so wobbly. Light-headed, she somehow made it up the walk and into the house. Bill wasn’t in the entry hall.
“In here,” he called out from the dining room.
She put her purse down on the entry hall table and hung up her coat on the coat rack by the door.
“Angela?” he said, sounding impatient.
“I’m coming,” she said glumly.
She walked into the dining room, he stood there, looking much taller than his six feet four inches. His beefy arms crossed, he was all long dark hair and formidable glowing blue eyes. His mustached mouth was drawn down in a frown; his dark brows furrowed. She gulped; her pulse pounded in her ears.
His strong jaw tight, he said, “We start the punishment now. You can eat later. I want you to stand over here in the corner. You’ll notice I have two pieces of paper taped up here on the walls. One of my credit rating before we got married and one from after.”
“I’m… sorry… is not going to cut it.”
“Nope. Over here now.”
She shuffled over to him.
“I want you to stand here and stare at these papers. I want you to realize what you cost me. Cost us. We were thinking of taking out a loan to do the remodel, now we’ll be paying a higher percentage rate. You do realize that, right?”
“No. I mean, yeah. I mean, no I hadn’t really thought about all the consequences.”
“Well, think about them now. Look at that. I’m no longer an 856, I’ve been dropped to 771. That’s seventy-five points, Angela. And I warned you how many times that your bills would be late?”
She looked at her feet, her face hot with shame. “At least five or six times you told me.”
“This will not happen again.”
“No, it won’t.”
“And my little lesson here is going to ensure that you remember to pay your bills on time. Don’t look at the floor, look at these numbers.”
Sighing, tears welling in her eyes, she looked up at the numbers.
“Don’t cry yet, save those tears, you’re going to need them.”
Her pulse pounded in her ears; her stomach twisted painfully. She’d never been in this situation before. Everyone kind of let her get away with her bad behavior, pretty much her whole life. Sure it cost her hassles and money and time, but… she’d never felt this bad about her lack of discipline before. She’d never had consequences like this, either. Never been in a relationship with someone so together. Some part of her was starting to want to be punished, just so she could get rid of the overwhelming guilt. She’d never meant to hurt Bill. Of course, she’d started to ignore his warnings, just like she ignored her bills and all the other details she let slip. She didn’t want to do this anymore.
“I want you to stand here and look at these papers for a good long time and think about how bad you were. And I want you to realize how much your spanking is going to hurt. I want you to worry, to anticipate it. I want you to be so scared and upset by this whole thing, that the lesson is burned into your mind as well as your butt. You get me?”
“Yes, Bill.”
“Now to keep your mind on what’s going to happen to you, I’m going pull your slacks and panties down to your knees. I want your ass bare here, I want you to think about how badly it’s going to hurt soon. I want you to feel vulnerable.” He reached around, unbuttoned her pants, unzipped them and pulled them down to her knees. He took her panties and drew them down as well.
He was right. She did feel vulnerable. And ashamed. Being half-dressed provided that extra little bit of horror to the whole scene. This was unpleasant to say the least.
“Now I’m gonna leave you here and I’m not telling you for how long. You won’t know when your punishment will start. You just wait until I’m ready.”
“Yes, Bill.”
“Okay then. Start thinking.”
He turned and walked out of the room. Embarrassed, ashamed, guilty, Angela had never been put in such a horrid situation before. This was terrible. The anticipation of her punishment, Bill being so angry at her, it was all so awful. Why the hell hadn’t she paid her bills? Was she this stupid? This self-destructive? She’d ruined Bill’s credit rating, all due to her… what? Laziness? Why didn’t she pay them? What was wrong with her?
The clock ticked behind her on the wall, the neighbor pulled up into his driveway, and yet still Bill did not walk into the dining room. Minutes passed. A half an hour. Her legs got tired; she was so nervous about her spanking, she could barely stand it. Her lower lip trembled; tears rolled down her cheeks. This was torture!
After the longest hour of her life, Bill walked into the room.
“Pants all the way off now. Your top, too. I want you naked.”
Her hands shook so badly, she could barely undo her top. Finally, she got her clothes off.
“Now follow me into the living room.”
©2010, Michelle Carlyle
I’m here! On time and everything! Wow! I hope this post finds you all doing well. I am almost done with my Christmas shopping. A couple more things and then that’s it. Yay! My house looks like elves came in and destroyed it. Wrapping and decorations are everywhere. I hope to contain the mess soon. But I got the tree up, the outside lights up, all I need to do is a few things and I’m ready. And then maybe I’ll get back to work. Been taking a break from writing for the past couple weeks. Just need some downtime. Of course, “downtime” means getting Christmas ready and cleaning all the closets out and cleaning off the kitchen sideboards. It is time to purge! I’ve never been one to sit around much. In fact, I need to learn how to relax more. Plus this week, Hubby has been getting up at 5:30 and so have I. Which is way too early for me. I’m nearly dead today.
So here’s the story, soon to be found in Bottoms Up!, one of three books I hope to have done soon. My plate is so full, I wish I had time for everything. Especially getting my books out!
Hope all is well with you and yours and happy spanking!
Love,
Michelle
Angela drove around the block one more time, shaking, sweating, dreading going home. Bill was waiting for her to punish her. Her first real punishment. He’d warned her, they’d talked about it, she’d gone against his advice and broken her promise to him. And, in the process, managed to rack up late charges on three of her credit cards. Not only that, now that they were married, she’d done damage to Bill’s pristine credit rating. She had to admit, she’d blown it big time.
But she still didn’t want to face the consequences. The night they got engaged, he told her about Domestic Discipline and that he was a great believer in it. At the time—they’d just had awesome sex and he’d introduced her to the fun riding crop—it sounded like a good idea. Her insurance had almost gotten cancelled three times due to lack of payment, she’d thought maybe a little help from her new hunky mate would encourage her to get her crap together. Besides, she figured she’d never disappoint him. She was too in love with him and had too much respect for him.
Of course, after the four-month engagement period and their first six months of marriage, she’d sort of forgotten that she’d agreed to being punished for her transgressions. And she’d also started to lax off and resume her normal modus operandi, which meant she’d let some things go. She had a million excuses why she’d hadn’t paid her bills on time; all of them lame. When he’d confronted her the night before, as her reasons spilled off her tongue, upon hearing them, even she couldn’t argue that any of them were valid. It was all so frustrating. She already felt bad for hurting his credit rating—something she hadn’t even considered as a consequence to her actions. She’d been single for eight years; she’d forgotten that marriage meant that when one party screwed up their credit, it affected the other party.
His expression harsh, he’d told her that the next night would be Punishment Night. He purposefully told her in advance so she’d worry all day. He wanted it to be the first and last time he spanked her for real. He wanted her to anticipate it. He’d even sent her text messages during the day, reminding her how much it would hurt. And why he was doing it to her.
She had to admit, his technique had worked. She’d barely been able to concentrate at work, she’d nibbled at lunch but couldn’t get much food down. And now, she was a complete nervous wreck. She vividly remembered the two spanks he’d delivered on her poor ass when he showed her what a punishment spanking would be like. Highly unpleasant. And tonight he promised her many, many more just like those. One for each point he’d lost on his credit rating. And he’d lost seventy-five points.
She drove around the block once more. Her cell phone rang in her purse. She knew who it was. She’d left the office forty-five minutes before, it only took a half an hour to drive home and he’d called her right before she left.
She reluctantly answered the phone. Of course, it was him. “Where are you?”
“Uh…”
“Driving around the block?”
“I… oh, hell.”
“Angela,” his voice a near growl.
“I’m coming.”
“Good.” Click.
Her heart beating so hard in her chest, she could barely breathe, she turned the car around and drove home. She stepped out of her car and nearly fell over, her legs were so wobbly. Light-headed, she somehow made it up the walk and into the house. Bill wasn’t in the entry hall.
“In here,” he called out from the dining room.
She put her purse down on the entry hall table and hung up her coat on the coat rack by the door.
“Angela?” he said, sounding impatient.
“I’m coming,” she said glumly.
She walked into the dining room, he stood there, looking much taller than his six feet four inches. His beefy arms crossed, he was all long dark hair and formidable glowing blue eyes. His mustached mouth was drawn down in a frown; his dark brows furrowed. She gulped; her pulse pounded in her ears.
His strong jaw tight, he said, “We start the punishment now. You can eat later. I want you to stand over here in the corner. You’ll notice I have two pieces of paper taped up here on the walls. One of my credit rating before we got married and one from after.”
“I’m… sorry… is not going to cut it.”
“Nope. Over here now.”
She shuffled over to him.
“I want you to stand here and stare at these papers. I want you to realize what you cost me. Cost us. We were thinking of taking out a loan to do the remodel, now we’ll be paying a higher percentage rate. You do realize that, right?”
“No. I mean, yeah. I mean, no I hadn’t really thought about all the consequences.”
“Well, think about them now. Look at that. I’m no longer an 856, I’ve been dropped to 771. That’s seventy-five points, Angela. And I warned you how many times that your bills would be late?”
She looked at her feet, her face hot with shame. “At least five or six times you told me.”
“This will not happen again.”
“No, it won’t.”
“And my little lesson here is going to ensure that you remember to pay your bills on time. Don’t look at the floor, look at these numbers.”
Sighing, tears welling in her eyes, she looked up at the numbers.
“Don’t cry yet, save those tears, you’re going to need them.”
Her pulse pounded in her ears; her stomach twisted painfully. She’d never been in this situation before. Everyone kind of let her get away with her bad behavior, pretty much her whole life. Sure it cost her hassles and money and time, but… she’d never felt this bad about her lack of discipline before. She’d never had consequences like this, either. Never been in a relationship with someone so together. Some part of her was starting to want to be punished, just so she could get rid of the overwhelming guilt. She’d never meant to hurt Bill. Of course, she’d started to ignore his warnings, just like she ignored her bills and all the other details she let slip. She didn’t want to do this anymore.
“I want you to stand here and look at these papers for a good long time and think about how bad you were. And I want you to realize how much your spanking is going to hurt. I want you to worry, to anticipate it. I want you to be so scared and upset by this whole thing, that the lesson is burned into your mind as well as your butt. You get me?”
“Yes, Bill.”
“Now to keep your mind on what’s going to happen to you, I’m going pull your slacks and panties down to your knees. I want your ass bare here, I want you to think about how badly it’s going to hurt soon. I want you to feel vulnerable.” He reached around, unbuttoned her pants, unzipped them and pulled them down to her knees. He took her panties and drew them down as well.
He was right. She did feel vulnerable. And ashamed. Being half-dressed provided that extra little bit of horror to the whole scene. This was unpleasant to say the least.
“Now I’m gonna leave you here and I’m not telling you for how long. You won’t know when your punishment will start. You just wait until I’m ready.”
“Yes, Bill.”
“Okay then. Start thinking.”
He turned and walked out of the room. Embarrassed, ashamed, guilty, Angela had never been put in such a horrid situation before. This was terrible. The anticipation of her punishment, Bill being so angry at her, it was all so awful. Why the hell hadn’t she paid her bills? Was she this stupid? This self-destructive? She’d ruined Bill’s credit rating, all due to her… what? Laziness? Why didn’t she pay them? What was wrong with her?
The clock ticked behind her on the wall, the neighbor pulled up into his driveway, and yet still Bill did not walk into the dining room. Minutes passed. A half an hour. Her legs got tired; she was so nervous about her spanking, she could barely stand it. Her lower lip trembled; tears rolled down her cheeks. This was torture!
After the longest hour of her life, Bill walked into the room.
“Pants all the way off now. Your top, too. I want you naked.”
Her hands shook so badly, she could barely undo her top. Finally, she got her clothes off.
“Now follow me into the living room.”
©2010, Michelle Carlyle
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