Hey Spanko Friends!
Well, the time has arrived. This is my last post. I want to thank all my longtime regulars like Paul and PK, and my new friends, Antoinette, Kitty, Mathbard and Baby Girl, for commenting regularly on this blog and making me feel so good about my work. I also want to thank all my lurkers for coming by every week to read my posts. You guys are the best!
I also want to thank all the people who helped me start the blog, Bonnie at My Bottom Smarts and Dave at Cherry Red Report. Plus of course, PK, at New Beginnings and Reesa from Discipline and Desire. I couldn't have done it without you all.
While I will still appear occasionally on the website Discipline and Desire, and will pop up now and again on PK’s blog, New Beginnings, I am leaving the blogosphere. Well, Michelle is leaving the blogosphere. Under my real name, I’ll still maintain my monthly vanilla blog and will be focusing more energy on that and my vanilla career. I wish I had the time of three people so I could do all of it, but I can’t. However, I still have six more books of Michelle’s stories that will be released over the next two years, so keep on the look out on Michelle Carlyle's Website (which I will still maintain), Amazon and Discipline and Desire for new books.
Again, my heartfelt thanks to all my readers. I love you guys and will miss you.
So here is my final post, the conclusion to Bait and Switch, to be found eventually in the Princess First Spanking Stories. Or some title that actually sounds more coherent than that.
I’ll leave this blog up for the next month and will be taking it down somewhere around the beginning of November.
Hugs and love to you all!
Michelle
While Tiffany frantically tried to get hold of the phone, Dave turned it off. With a glare down at her, he threw her iPhone to the ground and stomped on it. Smashing it into a million pieces.
Everything stopped. All sound stopped. Cars drove by, but she couldn’t hear them. She stared at her phone on the ground, shocked to the core of her soul.
Her fury ignited like a fuse on a keg of TNT. Tears stung her eyes and she screamed, “You broke my iPhone, you bastard!”
She took a swing at him, he caught her arm and twisted it behind her back and marched her to the car.
She couldn’t get her head around Dave’s actions. “Ow! You let me go, you big stupid bully! How dare you push me around!”
Dave opened the back door, shoved her inside, climbed in beside her and slammed the door.
She lunged for the opposite door, but he grabbed her around the waist, picked her up and pulled her across his lap. Pinning her with one arm, he tugged at her shorts.
She couldn’t figure out what he was up to. But she was so mad, she didn’t care. She was going to annihilate him! “What the hell do you think you’re doing? You let me up!”
Another yank on the back of her pants and they—along with her undies—were at her knees. The air conditioning blasted her bare buns. Her mouth open, her mind a near blank, she had no idea what Dave was doing. He wanted sex? In the middle of an argument? Wouldn’t be the first—
Excruciating pain lit up her ass. She gasped. This wasn’t…Dave wasn’t spanking her, was he? Harrowing swats with his powerful hand scorched her butt, setting all her nerve endings on fire. She jerked from the impact. Grabbing the seat, she pulled as hard as she could.
“Oh, no, you don’t!” he seethed as he hauled her back. Grabbing her arm, he pinned it behind her.
She tried to get away, but couldn’t. Dave had an inexorable hold on her. “Ow! You stop! I order you to stop!”
“You (swat) are (swat) in (swat) no (swat) position (swat) to (swat) order me to do anything!” He delivered a blistering series of strikes to both buns at once.
Tears poured down her cheeks and she began sobbing. “You can’t do this!”
“Funny, seems like I am doing this! And believe me, this has been a long time coming!” He fired into her sit spots with amazing force.
The agony radiated down her legs and up her back. Who knew a spanking could hurt this much? This was insane! She kicked her legs. “Dave! Stop!”
“No,” he said, punctuating his answer with a super hard swat. “I know that’s not a word you hear very often, but get used to it, you’re going to be hearing it a lot.” He spanked the top of her ass and then each cheek in turn.
She squealed. “I’m leaving you!”
He spanked her even harder. “The hell you are! You married me, woman! And you’re going to start acting like a wife, not a spoiled child!” He powered into her left cheek.
“Stop! That hurts!” she wailed.
“It’s supposed to! That’s why they call it a punishment! And if I have to spank you from here to Oregon and back again to make you grow up and act like a woman, that’s what I’ll do!” He concentrated a horrible series on her right bun.
Her body wracked with sobs. “You’re so mean! You want all those other women and I’m not going to stand for it!”
“I don’t want any woman but you!” He spanked her so hard, she thought she’d lose her mind.
She panted to control the pain. “You were flirting with that blonde bitch at Granzella’s! You whispered in her ear!”
He launched a full-on attack on her poor buns.
“Yeee-ow!”
“That’s because I was buying you something and I didn’t want to announce it to the store in case you overheard me!”
“She wanted you!”
“She’s a newlywed and showed me her ring! Her husband was right there, he runs the deli, you idiot!” He laid into her buns with furious spanks.
Was that true? But Dave wanted to cheat on her! He flirted with all the women!
She saw the clerk’s face in her mind. Maybe that had been excitement. Maybe she hadn’t been flirting.
Come to think of it, the clerk at the hotel had been gushing about her children. And that waitress’s bust line had been akin to the Grand Tetons.
Dave smacked her butt soundly. All she could do was cry. Not only was she crying because her ass hurt, but because it was possible she’d accused Dave wrongly. Really hard to accept, but a possible truth.
In fact, it was beyond possible, it was becoming clear that she’d blown it. That she’d picked a fight with her new husband. That she’d acted like a spoiled child. And taken off in 95 degree heat without a solid plan.
Running back to Daddy wasn’t exactly mature behavior, either. Daddy had always said she was young for her age. And now at twenty-seven, she couldn’t help but see that calling Dad for help was pretty lame.
She’d made a commitment to Dave. She’d made a choice to get married. She’d promised to love, honor and cherish him. Accusing him of cheating on her with little evidence wasn’t exactly in the “honoring him” category.
Shit. She deserved this spanking. How humiliating. Her face burned with embarrassment.
Dave stopped and pulled her pants over her flaming buns. Picking her up, he sat her next to him on the seat.
She sobbed uncontrollably. He handed her a box of tissues and put his arm around her. She blew her nose.
He gave her a little squeeze. “You know why I spanked you?”
She couldn’t look at him. She gave a miserable nod.
“Why? I want to hear you say it.”
“B-b-because I…”
“Yes?”
“Because I was horrible!” She dissolved back into tears. “I’m sorry! I don’t know what’s wrong with me! I…thought you were…looking at those other girls and…I don’t know. I just throw tantrums, okay? Or I have. I’m not used to being called on them. People just do what I want. Even if I don’t know what I want. Shit. I am spoiled. This sucks.”
Dave chuckled and pulled her closer. “Your father’s to blame for that.”
“No. I’m twenty-seven. I’m to blame.”
He kissed her on the temple, sending goose bumps up her spine. “You have no idea how happy I am to hear you say that.”
She turned to him and buried her face in his broad chest. God, she loved his scent and the feel of his strong arms around her. “Once I get angry, I can’t stop. It’s like I have no self-control. Some part of me knew you weren’t flirting, but…I get an idea in my head and I can’t get rid of it.”
“You’re learning how to recognize the behavior. Then you can stop.”
“I don’t want to leave you.”
He laughed. “And I don’t want you to leave me. Not that I’d let you. Not in a huge snit like this. You really can work yourself up. Your father said you were a handful, but that he didn’t have the balls to stand up to you. He knew I did.”
“Have you spanked other girls?”
“Yes. But none more deserving than you.”
“I’m sorry, Dave. I don’t want to push you away. I…I’m an idiot.”
“No, you’re smart. And your act worked for many years. But no more.”
She gazed up into his gorgeous dark brown eyes and her heart cracked all the way open. Hot energy filled her center. A lightning strike of lust went straight to her sex. She wanted him. Badly. More than she ever had.
Finally, a man worth loving. She grabbed his face and mashed one on him.
He groaned deep in his throat, brought her closer and commanded her mouth. She played with his tongue, dueling and spinning with her own, but he won the battle. She grabbed his hand and shoved it between her legs.
Moaning, he eagerly obliged her, quickly moving past her shorts to tease her tender folds. He rammed his tongue deep into her mouth and pressed her back against the seat. She pulled him on top and went for his zipper.
He pushed away from her with a tortured gasp. He gave a quick check of the area, then laughed. “If we don’t stop right now, I won’t be able to and the cops around here don’t appreciate people making love in public in broad daylight.”
She sent him a saucy grin. “Isn’t there a motel nearby?”
He got a wicked glint in his eye. “Right across the road as a matter of fact. But I thought you wanted to get to the Lake.”
She grabbed him and kissed him hard.
He pushed away. “I guess we’re going to be late.”
©2011, Michelle Carlyle
Friday, September 30, 2011
Friday, September 23, 2011
Bait And Switch, Part Two
Hey People!
Can’t type hardly at all, chopped off tip of middle finger on right hand, see you next week!
Michelle
As Tiffany fought to get her bearings, Dave practically dragged her into the store. As soon as she hit the middle of the rustic tourist stop, everything went blurry. How dare he push her around? Who the hell did he think he was? Tears threatened and she balled her fists. She tried to keep a lid on her anger, but she hadn’t had much practice at it. Everyone gave into her. No one had ever pushed her this far.
She couldn’t believe this situation. Stuck with the jerk, out in the middle of nowhere, on the first day of a seven-day road trip!
No. She couldn’t do it. She had to escape.
She looked up and realized she was next to the bathroom. She mumbled something at Dave and slipped inside before he could respond.
She rushed into a stall and dug through her purse. Where was her cell? Frantic, she tore through her Dolce and Gabbana hobo bag. Her phone appeared in her mind, plugged into the cigarette lighter in the car. She’d run the battery down, that’s right.
“Damn it!” she exclaimed. Right when she needed her iPhone the most, it was stuck in his stupid car.
Tiff would stay with him until the next stop. Allow some time to get her phone charged up and then she’d call Daddy. He’d send someone to pick her up. Or she’d rent a car and go back home. But no way was she staying on this horrible vacation with her rotten husband.
She took several deep breaths. It would take all her inner strength to make it through the next couple hours.
Tiffany walked out of the restroom and scanned for Dave’s dark head. She finally spotted him at the deli counter. She reluctantly headed for him. At that moment, he broke into laughter at something the clerk said. Then she got a load of the salesgirl. Blonde, adorable, huge boobs and about seven years younger than she. What was with his obsession with buxom young blondes? Why did he bother to marry a redhead with normal-sized breasts?
The girl leaned forward and grinned at him coyly. He leaned toward her and whispered something in her ear.
Her vision went red. Her heart rate soared out-of-control. Caught between wanting to beat him and scream at him, some part of her realized that she didn’t want to cause a giant scene. She had to get out of there.
All her focus went to the door. She stormed toward her goal, worried she’d combust.
Suddenly, Dave was in front of her. “Tiff?”
“Get out of my way, you bastard!” she screamed and shoved him aside.
Her whole body shaking, she got glimpses of shocked faces around her as she pushed her way outside.
No way was she getting back in that car. If she had to walk all the way back to Los Altos, she’d do it. No matter if it was 95 degrees outside and she was in jeweled flip-flops, a tank top and short shorts, she was going home to Daddy. He’d get this ridiculous farce of a marriage annulled.
Of course, Daddy had said something about marriage being permanent. Daddy was old-fashioned. He’d been married to Mom until her death just five years before. He believed in long-term relationships. He’d given her some dumb speech about faithfulness and responsibility and commitment. All that richer and poorer, sickness and health BS.
Daddy had also mentioned something about Dave being a hardass with his underlings. Dave has high expectations of those around him. I’m afraid I might have spoiled you, Princess. I’m not sure you’ll like being bossed around. And Dave is a natural leader.
But Daddy didn’t know that Dave was a ladies man. When he heard that, he’d be on her side.
Tiffany hit the main road leading out of town. At the red light, she crossed the street. Her shoulders burned and sweat broke out all over her body, but provided little cooling in the pervasive heat.
So where was she headed exactly? What was her plan? Walking a hundred and fifty miles? Probably not the best plan.
She had her credit cards. She’d find a car rental place. Buy a phone at a gas station. That was it. She spotted a Chevron station just two blocks away and headed there.
The sun beat down on her. The top of her head blazed. A wave of dizziness hit her. Damn it. She never was very good in the heat.
A black Denali screeched to a stop next to her and the window rolled down revealing a red-faced Dave. “Get in the car,” he clipped out.
Volcanic rage spewed from her gut. “Fuck you.” With a toss of her head, she continued on.
He followed her. “Get in the fucking car, now.”
“No!” She took off running for the gas station. Which wasn’t easy on griddle-hot pavement in teeny little flip-flops.
Dave surged forward in the Denali and stopped a half a block ahead of her. He leapt out of the car and headed for her. His body tight, his jaw clenched, he looked ready to pop.
But she didn’t care. She’d get away from him. No man had ever stopped her from doing what she wanted. She was buying a phone and going back home. Period.
Just as he reached her, she darted to the left, then the right and got by him.
Victorious, she ran flat out for the gas station.
All at once, she was off the ground and over his shoulder.
Her mind detonated in an atomic blast. Bellowing at the top of her lungs, she screamed an intelligible stream of expletives, threats and name-calling. She kicked and fought, but he had her in a tight hold.
Opening the door, he took her off his shoulder and threw her inside. Pointing at her dramatically, he ordered, “You stay there.”
“You don’t tell me what to do!” She moved to get up, but he pushed her back.
“Try that again and pay the price.”
“I’m calling Daddy and I’m getting out of here!”
“The hell you are!”
“You can’t tell me what to do!”
“The hell I can’t. I’m your husband. Now you sit in that seat and stop behaving like a child or, by God, I will treat you like one.”
Her mind a swirling mass of fury, she couldn’t think straight. All she knew was that she had to get away from him. She had to fake him out. “Okay, okay.”
He slammed the door. While he stalked in front of the car, she grabbed her cell off the charger. As soon as he climbed in beside her, she opened her door and leapt out.
Dave roared in a deafening bellow.
As she ran for the gas station, she punched the button to call Daddy.
She got no more than five steps away before Dave grabbed her arm with one hand and snatched her phone away with his other.
“Hello, Charles?” he said into the receiver.
“Give me that phone!” She reached for it.
Dave easily kept her at bay. “The moment we discussed has arrived. You need to talk to your daughter, call my cell. Hers is going to be out of commission for the next week. Thank you, I’ll need it.”
©2011, Michelle Carlyle
Can’t type hardly at all, chopped off tip of middle finger on right hand, see you next week!
Michelle
As Tiffany fought to get her bearings, Dave practically dragged her into the store. As soon as she hit the middle of the rustic tourist stop, everything went blurry. How dare he push her around? Who the hell did he think he was? Tears threatened and she balled her fists. She tried to keep a lid on her anger, but she hadn’t had much practice at it. Everyone gave into her. No one had ever pushed her this far.
She couldn’t believe this situation. Stuck with the jerk, out in the middle of nowhere, on the first day of a seven-day road trip!
No. She couldn’t do it. She had to escape.
She looked up and realized she was next to the bathroom. She mumbled something at Dave and slipped inside before he could respond.
She rushed into a stall and dug through her purse. Where was her cell? Frantic, she tore through her Dolce and Gabbana hobo bag. Her phone appeared in her mind, plugged into the cigarette lighter in the car. She’d run the battery down, that’s right.
“Damn it!” she exclaimed. Right when she needed her iPhone the most, it was stuck in his stupid car.
Tiff would stay with him until the next stop. Allow some time to get her phone charged up and then she’d call Daddy. He’d send someone to pick her up. Or she’d rent a car and go back home. But no way was she staying on this horrible vacation with her rotten husband.
She took several deep breaths. It would take all her inner strength to make it through the next couple hours.
Tiffany walked out of the restroom and scanned for Dave’s dark head. She finally spotted him at the deli counter. She reluctantly headed for him. At that moment, he broke into laughter at something the clerk said. Then she got a load of the salesgirl. Blonde, adorable, huge boobs and about seven years younger than she. What was with his obsession with buxom young blondes? Why did he bother to marry a redhead with normal-sized breasts?
The girl leaned forward and grinned at him coyly. He leaned toward her and whispered something in her ear.
Her vision went red. Her heart rate soared out-of-control. Caught between wanting to beat him and scream at him, some part of her realized that she didn’t want to cause a giant scene. She had to get out of there.
All her focus went to the door. She stormed toward her goal, worried she’d combust.
Suddenly, Dave was in front of her. “Tiff?”
“Get out of my way, you bastard!” she screamed and shoved him aside.
Her whole body shaking, she got glimpses of shocked faces around her as she pushed her way outside.
No way was she getting back in that car. If she had to walk all the way back to Los Altos, she’d do it. No matter if it was 95 degrees outside and she was in jeweled flip-flops, a tank top and short shorts, she was going home to Daddy. He’d get this ridiculous farce of a marriage annulled.
Of course, Daddy had said something about marriage being permanent. Daddy was old-fashioned. He’d been married to Mom until her death just five years before. He believed in long-term relationships. He’d given her some dumb speech about faithfulness and responsibility and commitment. All that richer and poorer, sickness and health BS.
Daddy had also mentioned something about Dave being a hardass with his underlings. Dave has high expectations of those around him. I’m afraid I might have spoiled you, Princess. I’m not sure you’ll like being bossed around. And Dave is a natural leader.
But Daddy didn’t know that Dave was a ladies man. When he heard that, he’d be on her side.
Tiffany hit the main road leading out of town. At the red light, she crossed the street. Her shoulders burned and sweat broke out all over her body, but provided little cooling in the pervasive heat.
So where was she headed exactly? What was her plan? Walking a hundred and fifty miles? Probably not the best plan.
She had her credit cards. She’d find a car rental place. Buy a phone at a gas station. That was it. She spotted a Chevron station just two blocks away and headed there.
The sun beat down on her. The top of her head blazed. A wave of dizziness hit her. Damn it. She never was very good in the heat.
A black Denali screeched to a stop next to her and the window rolled down revealing a red-faced Dave. “Get in the car,” he clipped out.
Volcanic rage spewed from her gut. “Fuck you.” With a toss of her head, she continued on.
He followed her. “Get in the fucking car, now.”
“No!” She took off running for the gas station. Which wasn’t easy on griddle-hot pavement in teeny little flip-flops.
Dave surged forward in the Denali and stopped a half a block ahead of her. He leapt out of the car and headed for her. His body tight, his jaw clenched, he looked ready to pop.
But she didn’t care. She’d get away from him. No man had ever stopped her from doing what she wanted. She was buying a phone and going back home. Period.
Just as he reached her, she darted to the left, then the right and got by him.
Victorious, she ran flat out for the gas station.
All at once, she was off the ground and over his shoulder.
Her mind detonated in an atomic blast. Bellowing at the top of her lungs, she screamed an intelligible stream of expletives, threats and name-calling. She kicked and fought, but he had her in a tight hold.
Opening the door, he took her off his shoulder and threw her inside. Pointing at her dramatically, he ordered, “You stay there.”
“You don’t tell me what to do!” She moved to get up, but he pushed her back.
“Try that again and pay the price.”
“I’m calling Daddy and I’m getting out of here!”
“The hell you are!”
“You can’t tell me what to do!”
“The hell I can’t. I’m your husband. Now you sit in that seat and stop behaving like a child or, by God, I will treat you like one.”
Her mind a swirling mass of fury, she couldn’t think straight. All she knew was that she had to get away from him. She had to fake him out. “Okay, okay.”
He slammed the door. While he stalked in front of the car, she grabbed her cell off the charger. As soon as he climbed in beside her, she opened her door and leapt out.
Dave roared in a deafening bellow.
As she ran for the gas station, she punched the button to call Daddy.
She got no more than five steps away before Dave grabbed her arm with one hand and snatched her phone away with his other.
“Hello, Charles?” he said into the receiver.
“Give me that phone!” She reached for it.
Dave easily kept her at bay. “The moment we discussed has arrived. You need to talk to your daughter, call my cell. Hers is going to be out of commission for the next week. Thank you, I’ll need it.”
©2011, Michelle Carlyle
Sunday, September 18, 2011
Bait And Switch, Part One
Hey Spankos!
Guess I forgot to mention that I’d be late posting this week because I was on vacation at a place with no internet. Just got back last night. Sorry Mathbard and Kitty, I know you zipped here to be ahead of Paul and PK. Next week, I’ll post on Thursday because we’re going away yet again.
Anyhoo, here’s a new story for you, the first in a series of twelve stories that will be compiled into a book later on this year. I haven’t decided what to call it yet, but all the stories surround spoiled princesses who learn not to order their men around like slaves. The hard way. Right now it’s the Spoiled Princess Series or the First Time Spanking Stories. Or something. I’m too tired to figure it out now.
So here’s the first part of the first story. See you next week!
Hugs,
Michelle
Tiffany glared ahead at the road so mad, she burned inside. Dave sure had a great time talking to that waitress. He couldn’t keep his eyes off her chest. Tiff was surprised he hadn’t ordered boobs with a side of fries instead of that burger.
Her new husband had a lot to learn. You don’t disrespect Tiffany. You don’t ogle other women when you’re with Tiffany. Tiffany comes first. Always.
Big dumb jerk. While she might have given him a pass on the waitress—since her breasts took up nearly half her body—but he’d flirted with the gas station girl and the clerk at the hotel that morning. Seemed like every other woman on the planet had his attention but his new wife.
“What’s wrong?” Dave asked, breaking the half hour silence.
Should she respond? Not sure.
“Tiff?”
“What?” she bit out, but she still wouldn’t look at him.
He glanced at her, then back to the traffic. “You haven’t said a word since we left the restaurant. Are you okay?”
“Sure, why wouldn’t I be?”
He sighed. “I have no idea,” he replied quietly.
Adding insult to injury, the man shut up and didn’t ask again. Her blood boiled until steam poured through her veins. She knew she picked the wrong husband! She’d had her pick of ten men, why had she picked Dave?
So what if he was the hottest and had the best job? Cliff would have been much more compliant. He’d begged her to marry him at least every month for a year. Jeffrey asked three times. Jared cried when she turned him down. But Dave only asked once and for some reason, she’d said yes. Certainly, she loved him. But marriage wasn’t just about love, it was about having someone who would do things for you. Anticipate your needs and fulfill them. Just like Daddy.
She missed Daddy. He’d warned her that Dave might give her some trouble. Dave had worked for Daddy for four years and had left to start his own business. Tiff had met him when she was out with Daddy at a restaurant. She hadn’t met Dave when he’d worked for Daddy because she’d been away at Vassar. As soon as she’d laid eyes on the tall hunk, she’d wanted him. His cool mahogany eyes, his impeccable taste in clothes and cars, along with his sophisticated knowledge of wines and the stock market had turned her head. Didn’t hurt that he was beyond buff.
But he was the most stubborn man she’d ever met. His way or the highway. That’s what Daddy said. “You won’t be able to wrap him around your little finger, Princess.”
But Daddy didn’t know his little girl that well. Tiffany could wrap any man around her little finger. It hadn’t taken long to get Dave to propose. It was after he’d given her the three carat yellow diamond engagement ring that the troubles began. It started off with him balking at a few of her demands and had escalated to the point where he’d planned this whole vacation without her input.
And now she knew why he’d planned it without her help. His vacation plan was actually a tour of all the cheap whores of Northern California. Every place they stopped just happened to have a beautiful woman behind the counter. And Dave seemed incapable of driving more than a mile without stopping. Yelp, sure. More than likely he went to cheap-hot-babes-in-diners.com and downloaded the whole list.
She gritted her teeth, tapped her foot and gripped her tiny shorts so hard, she almost pulled them off.
Dave signaled and pulled off at Williams.
Tiff’s face went hot. “We’re stopping again?”
“I want an iced coffee. They have an olive tasting room, too. Great garlic stuffed olives here at Granzella’s.”
“But you just ate,” she fired back.
Dave shot her a sharp glare. “And I’m eating again.”
He turned into the parking lot and parked.
“At this rate, we’ll never get to the Lake,” she muttered.
“We’ll get to the Lake in plenty of time. Relax. I told you, stopping at little out-of-the-way diners and stands is part of the vacation for me. I love finding new places to eat.”
“I just want to get there so I can get out of the car.”
“You can get out of the car now and go inside.”
“Okay, fine,” she snapped.
His face went hard. “Tiff. Don’t ruin this. I worked very hard to make this time in my schedule and I need a nice relaxing vacation.”
Whack! His words slapped her across the face. He needed! He needed a vacation! Like she didn’t? So what if she was in between jobs? So what if she had a lot of time on her hands? It wasn’t like she wasn’t doing anything. Like his time was more important than hers! As if! She’d given up two good lunches with girlfriends, a wine-tasting party and her personal trainer’s work-out-a-thon for charity to come on this stupid vacation with him.
“Tiff?”
“What?” she bit out.
“Drop the attitude.”
Her vision shifted, her face burned and her body vibrated with anger. “Don’t tell me what to feel!” she blasted at him.
His head jerked back and his mouth dropped open.
“Fine! You want to stop? We’ll stop! We can stop at every goddamned restaurant and fruit stand and doughnut shop from here to friggin’ Lake Shasta! But I have no idea why we bother actually getting in the car, why don’t we walk? Since we only get about two feet before there’s some stupid thing you want to eat—when that’s all a lie, anyway!”
His jaw went tight and his shoulders squared as he faced her. “Keep your voice down and stop this crap,” he said in a low rasp.
A voice in the back of her head warned her that she was in unknown territory. She didn’t know the man’s limits yet. While Dave had gotten pissy with her once in awhile, they’d been in a honeymoon cocoon since their wedding. She’d never really seen him mad.
She tried to calm herself, but all she could see was Dave staring at that waitress’s chest. “All you want to do is stare at chick’s boobs! This isn’t a vacation! This is a tour of all the chicks you want to fuh—”
He pointed at her. “That’s enough,” he said in a low growl.
She caught a glimpse of his eyes behind his dark sunglasses. Her stomach dropped and a chill went over her. Was that anger? Like actual, real anger? She shut up. She wanted to scream at him, but something told her to stop.
“I don’t know what’s gotten into you, but let me set you straight. I love you. I planned this vacation to spend time with you. I have no idea how you think I could possibly want anyone other than you. And at the rate we make love, how would I have the energy?”
She bit her tongue so she didn’t say I’m sure you’d find a way.
“Are you listening to me?”
“I heard you.”
“Look, I know you had some lapdog boyfriends before me. They played your Please The Princess games. But I don’t play games. I expect you to take me at my word and act like an adult. I expect you to tell me your needs, not make me guess them. What gave you the idea I wanted to sleep with other women?”
“You couldn’t keep your eyes off that waitress.”
His dark brows shot up. “Her breasts were big as watermelons and at eye level. They took up my entire field of vision. You can’t fault me for that. You were staring at her, too.”
“What about that blonde girl at the gas station?”
“What blonde girl at the gas station?”
“Don’t play with me.”
“I literally have no idea what you’re talking about.”
“This is useless. Let’s go inside. I’m sure the olives are amazing,” she said, dripping with loathing. She considered staying in the car for a good pout, but the Denali was black and the outside temperature somewhere in the high nineties.
“Why are you picking a fight with me?”
“I’m not.”
He held her gaze, his face stony. “Fine. One last warning. Stop the game.”
“Whatever.” She got out of the car and slammed the door shut. Without looking at him, she walked toward the building.
He grabbed her arm above the elbow and pulled her in close to him. Anger exploded inside her and she almost hit him.
In her ear, he hissed, “If you don’t adjust that attitude, I’ll do it for you.”
“What the hell does that mean?”
He shot her a fiery glare. “Push me and find out.”
©2011, Michelle Carlyle
Guess I forgot to mention that I’d be late posting this week because I was on vacation at a place with no internet. Just got back last night. Sorry Mathbard and Kitty, I know you zipped here to be ahead of Paul and PK. Next week, I’ll post on Thursday because we’re going away yet again.
Anyhoo, here’s a new story for you, the first in a series of twelve stories that will be compiled into a book later on this year. I haven’t decided what to call it yet, but all the stories surround spoiled princesses who learn not to order their men around like slaves. The hard way. Right now it’s the Spoiled Princess Series or the First Time Spanking Stories. Or something. I’m too tired to figure it out now.
So here’s the first part of the first story. See you next week!
Hugs,
Michelle
Tiffany glared ahead at the road so mad, she burned inside. Dave sure had a great time talking to that waitress. He couldn’t keep his eyes off her chest. Tiff was surprised he hadn’t ordered boobs with a side of fries instead of that burger.
Her new husband had a lot to learn. You don’t disrespect Tiffany. You don’t ogle other women when you’re with Tiffany. Tiffany comes first. Always.
Big dumb jerk. While she might have given him a pass on the waitress—since her breasts took up nearly half her body—but he’d flirted with the gas station girl and the clerk at the hotel that morning. Seemed like every other woman on the planet had his attention but his new wife.
“What’s wrong?” Dave asked, breaking the half hour silence.
Should she respond? Not sure.
“Tiff?”
“What?” she bit out, but she still wouldn’t look at him.
He glanced at her, then back to the traffic. “You haven’t said a word since we left the restaurant. Are you okay?”
“Sure, why wouldn’t I be?”
He sighed. “I have no idea,” he replied quietly.
Adding insult to injury, the man shut up and didn’t ask again. Her blood boiled until steam poured through her veins. She knew she picked the wrong husband! She’d had her pick of ten men, why had she picked Dave?
So what if he was the hottest and had the best job? Cliff would have been much more compliant. He’d begged her to marry him at least every month for a year. Jeffrey asked three times. Jared cried when she turned him down. But Dave only asked once and for some reason, she’d said yes. Certainly, she loved him. But marriage wasn’t just about love, it was about having someone who would do things for you. Anticipate your needs and fulfill them. Just like Daddy.
She missed Daddy. He’d warned her that Dave might give her some trouble. Dave had worked for Daddy for four years and had left to start his own business. Tiff had met him when she was out with Daddy at a restaurant. She hadn’t met Dave when he’d worked for Daddy because she’d been away at Vassar. As soon as she’d laid eyes on the tall hunk, she’d wanted him. His cool mahogany eyes, his impeccable taste in clothes and cars, along with his sophisticated knowledge of wines and the stock market had turned her head. Didn’t hurt that he was beyond buff.
But he was the most stubborn man she’d ever met. His way or the highway. That’s what Daddy said. “You won’t be able to wrap him around your little finger, Princess.”
But Daddy didn’t know his little girl that well. Tiffany could wrap any man around her little finger. It hadn’t taken long to get Dave to propose. It was after he’d given her the three carat yellow diamond engagement ring that the troubles began. It started off with him balking at a few of her demands and had escalated to the point where he’d planned this whole vacation without her input.
And now she knew why he’d planned it without her help. His vacation plan was actually a tour of all the cheap whores of Northern California. Every place they stopped just happened to have a beautiful woman behind the counter. And Dave seemed incapable of driving more than a mile without stopping. Yelp, sure. More than likely he went to cheap-hot-babes-in-diners.com and downloaded the whole list.
She gritted her teeth, tapped her foot and gripped her tiny shorts so hard, she almost pulled them off.
Dave signaled and pulled off at Williams.
Tiff’s face went hot. “We’re stopping again?”
“I want an iced coffee. They have an olive tasting room, too. Great garlic stuffed olives here at Granzella’s.”
“But you just ate,” she fired back.
Dave shot her a sharp glare. “And I’m eating again.”
He turned into the parking lot and parked.
“At this rate, we’ll never get to the Lake,” she muttered.
“We’ll get to the Lake in plenty of time. Relax. I told you, stopping at little out-of-the-way diners and stands is part of the vacation for me. I love finding new places to eat.”
“I just want to get there so I can get out of the car.”
“You can get out of the car now and go inside.”
“Okay, fine,” she snapped.
His face went hard. “Tiff. Don’t ruin this. I worked very hard to make this time in my schedule and I need a nice relaxing vacation.”
Whack! His words slapped her across the face. He needed! He needed a vacation! Like she didn’t? So what if she was in between jobs? So what if she had a lot of time on her hands? It wasn’t like she wasn’t doing anything. Like his time was more important than hers! As if! She’d given up two good lunches with girlfriends, a wine-tasting party and her personal trainer’s work-out-a-thon for charity to come on this stupid vacation with him.
“Tiff?”
“What?” she bit out.
“Drop the attitude.”
Her vision shifted, her face burned and her body vibrated with anger. “Don’t tell me what to feel!” she blasted at him.
His head jerked back and his mouth dropped open.
“Fine! You want to stop? We’ll stop! We can stop at every goddamned restaurant and fruit stand and doughnut shop from here to friggin’ Lake Shasta! But I have no idea why we bother actually getting in the car, why don’t we walk? Since we only get about two feet before there’s some stupid thing you want to eat—when that’s all a lie, anyway!”
His jaw went tight and his shoulders squared as he faced her. “Keep your voice down and stop this crap,” he said in a low rasp.
A voice in the back of her head warned her that she was in unknown territory. She didn’t know the man’s limits yet. While Dave had gotten pissy with her once in awhile, they’d been in a honeymoon cocoon since their wedding. She’d never really seen him mad.
She tried to calm herself, but all she could see was Dave staring at that waitress’s chest. “All you want to do is stare at chick’s boobs! This isn’t a vacation! This is a tour of all the chicks you want to fuh—”
He pointed at her. “That’s enough,” he said in a low growl.
She caught a glimpse of his eyes behind his dark sunglasses. Her stomach dropped and a chill went over her. Was that anger? Like actual, real anger? She shut up. She wanted to scream at him, but something told her to stop.
“I don’t know what’s gotten into you, but let me set you straight. I love you. I planned this vacation to spend time with you. I have no idea how you think I could possibly want anyone other than you. And at the rate we make love, how would I have the energy?”
She bit her tongue so she didn’t say I’m sure you’d find a way.
“Are you listening to me?”
“I heard you.”
“Look, I know you had some lapdog boyfriends before me. They played your Please The Princess games. But I don’t play games. I expect you to take me at my word and act like an adult. I expect you to tell me your needs, not make me guess them. What gave you the idea I wanted to sleep with other women?”
“You couldn’t keep your eyes off that waitress.”
His dark brows shot up. “Her breasts were big as watermelons and at eye level. They took up my entire field of vision. You can’t fault me for that. You were staring at her, too.”
“What about that blonde girl at the gas station?”
“What blonde girl at the gas station?”
“Don’t play with me.”
“I literally have no idea what you’re talking about.”
“This is useless. Let’s go inside. I’m sure the olives are amazing,” she said, dripping with loathing. She considered staying in the car for a good pout, but the Denali was black and the outside temperature somewhere in the high nineties.
“Why are you picking a fight with me?”
“I’m not.”
He held her gaze, his face stony. “Fine. One last warning. Stop the game.”
“Whatever.” She got out of the car and slammed the door shut. Without looking at him, she walked toward the building.
He grabbed her arm above the elbow and pulled her in close to him. Anger exploded inside her and she almost hit him.
In her ear, he hissed, “If you don’t adjust that attitude, I’ll do it for you.”
“What the hell does that mean?”
He shot her a fiery glare. “Push me and find out.”
©2011, Michelle Carlyle
Friday, September 9, 2011
Frenemies, Conclusion
Hey Spankos!
Here’s the last chapter of Frenemies for your reading enjoyment. Since I’m closing out the blog at the end of the month, the next three posts will be a bit larger. Yay! And I’ve talked to PK on New Beginnings and she has agreed to post my stories once in a while for her Fantasy Friday feature. So you won’t be rid of me that easily. And I will still appear on the website, Discipline and Desire. So if you miss me, you can always find me there.
Onto the story!
Big hugs to you all and I hope you have a fantastic weekend!
Michelle
“Thank God.” Zoe stretched and yawned. “Well, I think I’d better go to bed.”
“Not yet, you’re not.”
“But I almost died, I think—”
“Don’t fire me up anymore than I already am. You’re in trouble, young lady. Big. Trouble. Why didn’t you wake me up?”
“Oh. Well, Lydia was crying and—”
“Why didn’t you wake me up?”
“Um…didn’t occur to me.” She winced. “I figured you wouldn’t let me go and—”
“I would have sent my bodyguards over there.”
“Oh.”
“You idiot. Okay, hand over the prepaid phone.”
“What prepaid phone?” she asked as innocently as she could.
Bryce's face went black with anger, his lip curled and he glared at her. “The one you bought two weeks ago. And used to go on that date with the girls.”
She gaped at him. “You knew?”
“I know everything that happens with you. Well, except for an hour ago. Okay, enough chitchat. I’ll confiscate the phone later.” He sat down on the end of the bed near her. “Come here.”
She checked the bedroom door and gave a quick thought to running.
His brow furrowed to the point of becoming one solid dark line. “You can’t be considering that.”
She bit her lip. Could she make it?
“I’d use my belt on you. Get over here,” he growled. “Now.”
Sighing, she got up and meandered close to him. He reached out fast and yanked her across his lap. Pulling the back of her sweats to mid-thigh, his body moved and excruciating pain blistered her ass. Wow! And that was just with his hand! Horrible!
“What part of ‘stay here’ didn’t you understand?” He laid into her butt with awesome power, barbecuing her.
Her nerves jarred, she shrieked. On top of all her bruises, this was terrible!
She tried to push off his lap, but he hauled her back and pinned her arm behind her. “You know better than that.” He swatted her with a nasty series of hard spanks on her sit spots. She howled and kicked her feet.
“I think almost dying was enough punishment!” she cried.
“And I disagree,” he replied, maintaining a horrid rhythm on her poor butt. He whacked her so hard, her entire body jerked.
“Yeee-owww!”
He worked her ass, again and again, spanking her until she had no fight left. Miserable, she draped across him, weeping, wishing she’d never gotten that stupid phone call.
He stopped and pulled her up onto her feet. “Strip. Fast or I’ll use my belt on you. I will break you tonight if it’s the last thing I do.”
Sniffling, she kicked off her sweats and ripped off her top.
Bryce stopped momentarily to gawk at her breasts. He shook his head and his face went hard. “Punishment first. Then I’ll fuck you. On the bed on your stomach, now.”
She couldn’t believe he had more in store for her, but she obeyed.
He opened a drawer in his dresser and withdrew some sort of whip with lots of long leather straps.
She went slack-jawed.
He sent her an evil grin. “Let’s see how you like this. I’ll bet you won’t.”
He knelt on the bed next to her and smacked her ass hard with the whip, stinging her bruised flesh. She cried out. It didn’t hurt as much as she thought it would, but it wasn’t pleasant.
He laid into her ass with the whip and she burst into tears. Wasn’t as bad as the paddle, but it hurt.
Thankfully, only after a few minutes, he stopped. Panting, her muscles turned to jelly.
“Turn over,” he rasped.
She took in a deep breath. He’d only ever spanked her butt. What would he do now?
“Do it!”
She quickly flopped on her back.
A menacing look in his eye, he said, “Spread ‘em.”
Her body froze in terror.
“I said, spread your legs. Now,” he growled, glaring.
She obeyed.
“Hands underneath your back,” he clipped out.
She slipped them under the small of her back.
He sent her a wicked half-smile. “Let’s see what you think of this.”
He reached up high with the whip and she shut her eyes.
The whip came down on her breasts. But weirdly enough, not hard. Caused only a sting. That felt…good.
She opened one eye and saw lust in his eyes. Thank God. He was playing with her now.
He whipped her breasts, each one in turn, lightly, then hard. Her nipples buzzed with energy, sending ripples of longing through out her body, focusing on her sex. She got super aroused.
He moved down between her legs and lashed her pussy and clit. She gasped from the slight sting and then her sex rocked with want. One after another, he whipped her sex. Her climax began to build and soon, she was right on the edge. Anticipating the strokes, relishing the feel of the leather on her clit, delighting in the torment.
Throwing the whip aside, Bryce fell between her legs and licked her clit, launching her into a mind-shattering orgasm. She grabbed his head and pulled her to him, grinding her sex into his mouth.
She fell back to the bed, trying to get the breath back in her lungs. He forced her onto her hands and knees.
In a split second, he was naked and inside her. Jackhammering into her, he went at her like a crazy man. She lost her mind and shot to the moon. Orgasm after orgasm blasted her body. She couldn’t breathe, she couldn’t think, all she could do was come.
Finally, he cried out and went even deeper, making her scream with joy.
Bryce withdrew and she collapsed to the bed.
He gathered her into his arms and cradled her, bestowing kisses all over her face. “I thought I’d lost you. I didn’t think I’d get there in time. I’m so glad you’re okay. I…couldn’t live without you, Zoe. Please promise me you’ll never scare me like that again.” A tear rolled down his cheek.
She burst out crying and clung to him. “I won’t. I’m so sorry. I love you. I’ll never disobey you again.”
“God, I love you, Zoe,” he moaned and crushed her in a hug.
©2011, Michelle Carlyle
Here’s the last chapter of Frenemies for your reading enjoyment. Since I’m closing out the blog at the end of the month, the next three posts will be a bit larger. Yay! And I’ve talked to PK on New Beginnings and she has agreed to post my stories once in a while for her Fantasy Friday feature. So you won’t be rid of me that easily. And I will still appear on the website, Discipline and Desire. So if you miss me, you can always find me there.
Onto the story!
Big hugs to you all and I hope you have a fantastic weekend!
Michelle
“Thank God.” Zoe stretched and yawned. “Well, I think I’d better go to bed.”
“Not yet, you’re not.”
“But I almost died, I think—”
“Don’t fire me up anymore than I already am. You’re in trouble, young lady. Big. Trouble. Why didn’t you wake me up?”
“Oh. Well, Lydia was crying and—”
“Why didn’t you wake me up?”
“Um…didn’t occur to me.” She winced. “I figured you wouldn’t let me go and—”
“I would have sent my bodyguards over there.”
“Oh.”
“You idiot. Okay, hand over the prepaid phone.”
“What prepaid phone?” she asked as innocently as she could.
Bryce's face went black with anger, his lip curled and he glared at her. “The one you bought two weeks ago. And used to go on that date with the girls.”
She gaped at him. “You knew?”
“I know everything that happens with you. Well, except for an hour ago. Okay, enough chitchat. I’ll confiscate the phone later.” He sat down on the end of the bed near her. “Come here.”
She checked the bedroom door and gave a quick thought to running.
His brow furrowed to the point of becoming one solid dark line. “You can’t be considering that.”
She bit her lip. Could she make it?
“I’d use my belt on you. Get over here,” he growled. “Now.”
Sighing, she got up and meandered close to him. He reached out fast and yanked her across his lap. Pulling the back of her sweats to mid-thigh, his body moved and excruciating pain blistered her ass. Wow! And that was just with his hand! Horrible!
“What part of ‘stay here’ didn’t you understand?” He laid into her butt with awesome power, barbecuing her.
Her nerves jarred, she shrieked. On top of all her bruises, this was terrible!
She tried to push off his lap, but he hauled her back and pinned her arm behind her. “You know better than that.” He swatted her with a nasty series of hard spanks on her sit spots. She howled and kicked her feet.
“I think almost dying was enough punishment!” she cried.
“And I disagree,” he replied, maintaining a horrid rhythm on her poor butt. He whacked her so hard, her entire body jerked.
“Yeee-owww!”
He worked her ass, again and again, spanking her until she had no fight left. Miserable, she draped across him, weeping, wishing she’d never gotten that stupid phone call.
He stopped and pulled her up onto her feet. “Strip. Fast or I’ll use my belt on you. I will break you tonight if it’s the last thing I do.”
Sniffling, she kicked off her sweats and ripped off her top.
Bryce stopped momentarily to gawk at her breasts. He shook his head and his face went hard. “Punishment first. Then I’ll fuck you. On the bed on your stomach, now.”
She couldn’t believe he had more in store for her, but she obeyed.
He opened a drawer in his dresser and withdrew some sort of whip with lots of long leather straps.
She went slack-jawed.
He sent her an evil grin. “Let’s see how you like this. I’ll bet you won’t.”
He knelt on the bed next to her and smacked her ass hard with the whip, stinging her bruised flesh. She cried out. It didn’t hurt as much as she thought it would, but it wasn’t pleasant.
He laid into her ass with the whip and she burst into tears. Wasn’t as bad as the paddle, but it hurt.
Thankfully, only after a few minutes, he stopped. Panting, her muscles turned to jelly.
“Turn over,” he rasped.
She took in a deep breath. He’d only ever spanked her butt. What would he do now?
“Do it!”
She quickly flopped on her back.
A menacing look in his eye, he said, “Spread ‘em.”
Her body froze in terror.
“I said, spread your legs. Now,” he growled, glaring.
She obeyed.
“Hands underneath your back,” he clipped out.
She slipped them under the small of her back.
He sent her a wicked half-smile. “Let’s see what you think of this.”
He reached up high with the whip and she shut her eyes.
The whip came down on her breasts. But weirdly enough, not hard. Caused only a sting. That felt…good.
She opened one eye and saw lust in his eyes. Thank God. He was playing with her now.
He whipped her breasts, each one in turn, lightly, then hard. Her nipples buzzed with energy, sending ripples of longing through out her body, focusing on her sex. She got super aroused.
He moved down between her legs and lashed her pussy and clit. She gasped from the slight sting and then her sex rocked with want. One after another, he whipped her sex. Her climax began to build and soon, she was right on the edge. Anticipating the strokes, relishing the feel of the leather on her clit, delighting in the torment.
Throwing the whip aside, Bryce fell between her legs and licked her clit, launching her into a mind-shattering orgasm. She grabbed his head and pulled her to him, grinding her sex into his mouth.
She fell back to the bed, trying to get the breath back in her lungs. He forced her onto her hands and knees.
In a split second, he was naked and inside her. Jackhammering into her, he went at her like a crazy man. She lost her mind and shot to the moon. Orgasm after orgasm blasted her body. She couldn’t breathe, she couldn’t think, all she could do was come.
Finally, he cried out and went even deeper, making her scream with joy.
Bryce withdrew and she collapsed to the bed.
He gathered her into his arms and cradled her, bestowing kisses all over her face. “I thought I’d lost you. I didn’t think I’d get there in time. I’m so glad you’re okay. I…couldn’t live without you, Zoe. Please promise me you’ll never scare me like that again.” A tear rolled down his cheek.
She burst out crying and clung to him. “I won’t. I’m so sorry. I love you. I’ll never disobey you again.”
“God, I love you, Zoe,” he moaned and crushed her in a hug.
©2011, Michelle Carlyle
Friday, September 2, 2011
Frenemies, Part Eleven and News
Hey Spanko Friends!
How are you guys doing? I’m great. Other than I’m facing yet another birthday. Which I don’t mind, actually, but it has got me thinking.
At fifty-two, I finally realized that I’m going to die someday. So I need to take what time I have left and use it wisely. I also realized that I don’t have enough time for two writing careers. Only one. And while I’ve really enjoyed writing spanking fiction, I’m more drawn to my full-length vanilla novels. And I need to put all my energy into that career to make it work.
Which means Michelle Carlyle is moving on. I will have six or seven more books of stories coming out over the next couple years (of stuff I’ve already written), but I won’t be writing many, if any, new spanking stories nor will I continue the blog after this month. September 30 will be my last post. Which sucks because I’ll miss you people.
You people have been a wonderful part of my life. I accept myself and my predilections much more now and am no longer ashamed of my love of spanking. You guys have been so supportive and kind. And of course, some of you I’ve connected with on a personal level (Paul and PK especially), and will miss the weekly contact. But don’t worry, I’ll still be around. I’m not going too far. I’ll keep the Michelle yahoo account indefinitely so you can always contact me through there. But it is time I moved on.
Speaking of moving on, here’s the next to the last installment of Frenemies, we’ll conclude the story next week.
I hope you all have a great weekend.
Hugs,
Michelle
Bryce awoke with a start from a terrible dream, his heart pounding, his body covered in sweat. Zoe had been in danger and he couldn’t reach her. Awful. He felt around on the other side of the bed and found her place empty. Adrenaline flooding his system, he leapt out of bed. “Zoe?”
Throwing open the master suite door, he strode down the hallway towards the living room. No Zoe in the bathroom, her office, nor the living room. Kitchen was empty. Gone.
Panic firing up all his limbs, Bryce flew to his laptop and turned on the surveillance loop. He watched as Zoe got a phone call. He turned up the sound and nearly lost his mind. A trap. Had to be. He ran to the bedroom, threw on some pants and raced out to his guards.
He hoped he got there in time to save her.
Lydia backed up. Zoe wished she’d brought her pistol. Her heart crashing in her chest, sweat beading on her forehead, Zoe stepped inside.
The door shut revealing a very scary-looking large man in a dark suit holding a huge weapon. About six four, the man had dark features and a square head. He smiled, chilling her to the bone. “Welcome, Zoe. I think you have something I want. Hand over the computer and then you’re comin’ with me. You don’t, I wipe out your friend.”
Upstairs, Buddy, Lydia’s fox terrier started barking.
“And her little dog, too,” the man sneered.
Everything slowed down. Lydia in danger. Her favorite dog’s life at stake. One large, nasty man creating all the problems.
Something snapped inside Zoe. Volcanic fury erupted from inside her. “No!” she screamed.
Roaring at the top of her voice, she lunged at the man and swung her computer, knocking the gun out of his hand. On the return swing, before he could react, she hit him across the face with the laptop, sending him reeling backwards. She followed, whacking him on the head and face with all of her might. Pieces flew off the computer, blood splattered everywhere, but she didn’t stop until the big brute was unconscious.
Panting, pouring with sweat, she finally stopped yelling and turned to Lydia.
She nearly fainted.
Another man, a wiry blonde creep, held a semi-automatic to Lydia’s head.
Buddy continued to frantically bark in the background.
“Caesar isn’t gonna be very happy with you when he wakes up,” the blond creep said. “I wouldn’t want to be you, lady. Now you get over here and bring what’s left of that computer with you or I’ll take out your friend and her stupid mutt.”
Out of the corner of her eye, she spotted Caesar’s weapon lying on the carpet.
Zoe rolled her eyes, pretending to feel faint. “I don’t feel so good.” She dropped the computer, then fell to the ground, falling so her hands were near the gun. But she didn’t move toward it. She pretended to be out.
“Goddamned it,” the man muttered. “Okay, Lydia, you don’t move. Caesar, wake up!”
Zoe opened her eyes to slits and watched the man. As soon as he bent down to retrieve the computer, she reached out, grabbed the gun and pointed it at the man.
His mouth open, he stared at her. “You bitch!”
“Drop your weapon or I’ll shoot.”
He narrowed his gaze. “You wouldn’t dare. Nice lady like you. Hey, we can do this without the—”
Zoe fired the gun off and missed him by inches.
Terrified, the guy let go of the pistol and it fell to the floor.
“Grab it, Lydia!” Zoe ordered.
Lydia rushed forward and grabbed the weapon.
The front door burst open. “Zoe!” Bryce, followed by three bodyguards, came in, all brandishing weapons.
He rushed up to her and then took in the scene and went slack-jawed. Then he chuckled. “Seems like you didn’t need our help.”
“Oh, yes, I did. I’m sorry, honey.”
He shot her a look that said it all. Death by spanking. “I know you are.” Bryce turned to Lydia. “Are you all right?”
“I-I will be.”
“Boys, take these gentlemen for a ride, will you? Find out who they work for.”
The bodyguards carried the large man outside, dragging the blond guy with them.
Bryce smirked at the sight of her bloody laptop. “Seems like someone needs a new computer. Wait, what is that?”
The laptop’s case had broken apart. Bryce picked it up and removed a small computer component. “This doesn’t belong in here. What is this? Well, I’ll be damned.” He turned to Zoe. “You may have just found what we’ve been looking for. I think this is the missing hard drive.”
She brightened. “Good. Does that mean I’m not in as much trouble?”
Bryce returned her smile. “No. It doesn’t.” The look in his eye went dark.
Eeek.
He came up to her, and with a tender look in his eye, he kissed her. When he pulled away, he whispered in her ear. “I’m so glad you’re okay. I was so worried.”
“I’m sorry, honey.”
“Not yet, but you will be,” he promised.
Double eek.
They didn’t leave until another bodyguard arrived to watch over Lydia.
All during the short ride back to the house, Zoe freaked out. Her heart hammering against her ribs, she wanted to run. She was already so sore, she couldn’t take much more punishment. But that wouldn’t stop Bryce. She’d blown it. Totally, utterly blown it.
He said nothing. As they pulled up in her driveway he sent her a look that made her blood turn to ice. “Wait for me in the bedroom.”
“Okay,” she replied glumly.
Her lower lip trembling, she shuffled into the bedroom and sat on the bed. She fought back the tears. Not only was she traumatized from her ordeal, she hated it when Bryce was mad at her.
After what seemed to be hours, Bryce walked into the room. “Well, you lucked out. That hard drive might have just saved your life.”
“Was it the one?”
He smiled. “Yes. It was. And now all the information is on several more servers. So many, they won’t know who to attack. A few more weeks and we’ll be able to get back to normal.”
“Thank God.” She stretched and yawned. “Well, I think I’d better go to bed.”
“Not yet, you’re not.”
“But I almost died, I think—”
“Don’t fire me up anymore than I already am. You’re in trouble, young lady. Big. Trouble.”
©2011, Michelle Carlyle
How are you guys doing? I’m great. Other than I’m facing yet another birthday. Which I don’t mind, actually, but it has got me thinking.
At fifty-two, I finally realized that I’m going to die someday. So I need to take what time I have left and use it wisely. I also realized that I don’t have enough time for two writing careers. Only one. And while I’ve really enjoyed writing spanking fiction, I’m more drawn to my full-length vanilla novels. And I need to put all my energy into that career to make it work.
Which means Michelle Carlyle is moving on. I will have six or seven more books of stories coming out over the next couple years (of stuff I’ve already written), but I won’t be writing many, if any, new spanking stories nor will I continue the blog after this month. September 30 will be my last post. Which sucks because I’ll miss you people.
You people have been a wonderful part of my life. I accept myself and my predilections much more now and am no longer ashamed of my love of spanking. You guys have been so supportive and kind. And of course, some of you I’ve connected with on a personal level (Paul and PK especially), and will miss the weekly contact. But don’t worry, I’ll still be around. I’m not going too far. I’ll keep the Michelle yahoo account indefinitely so you can always contact me through there. But it is time I moved on.
Speaking of moving on, here’s the next to the last installment of Frenemies, we’ll conclude the story next week.
I hope you all have a great weekend.
Hugs,
Michelle
Bryce awoke with a start from a terrible dream, his heart pounding, his body covered in sweat. Zoe had been in danger and he couldn’t reach her. Awful. He felt around on the other side of the bed and found her place empty. Adrenaline flooding his system, he leapt out of bed. “Zoe?”
Throwing open the master suite door, he strode down the hallway towards the living room. No Zoe in the bathroom, her office, nor the living room. Kitchen was empty. Gone.
Panic firing up all his limbs, Bryce flew to his laptop and turned on the surveillance loop. He watched as Zoe got a phone call. He turned up the sound and nearly lost his mind. A trap. Had to be. He ran to the bedroom, threw on some pants and raced out to his guards.
He hoped he got there in time to save her.
Lydia backed up. Zoe wished she’d brought her pistol. Her heart crashing in her chest, sweat beading on her forehead, Zoe stepped inside.
The door shut revealing a very scary-looking large man in a dark suit holding a huge weapon. About six four, the man had dark features and a square head. He smiled, chilling her to the bone. “Welcome, Zoe. I think you have something I want. Hand over the computer and then you’re comin’ with me. You don’t, I wipe out your friend.”
Upstairs, Buddy, Lydia’s fox terrier started barking.
“And her little dog, too,” the man sneered.
Everything slowed down. Lydia in danger. Her favorite dog’s life at stake. One large, nasty man creating all the problems.
Something snapped inside Zoe. Volcanic fury erupted from inside her. “No!” she screamed.
Roaring at the top of her voice, she lunged at the man and swung her computer, knocking the gun out of his hand. On the return swing, before he could react, she hit him across the face with the laptop, sending him reeling backwards. She followed, whacking him on the head and face with all of her might. Pieces flew off the computer, blood splattered everywhere, but she didn’t stop until the big brute was unconscious.
Panting, pouring with sweat, she finally stopped yelling and turned to Lydia.
She nearly fainted.
Another man, a wiry blonde creep, held a semi-automatic to Lydia’s head.
Buddy continued to frantically bark in the background.
“Caesar isn’t gonna be very happy with you when he wakes up,” the blond creep said. “I wouldn’t want to be you, lady. Now you get over here and bring what’s left of that computer with you or I’ll take out your friend and her stupid mutt.”
Out of the corner of her eye, she spotted Caesar’s weapon lying on the carpet.
Zoe rolled her eyes, pretending to feel faint. “I don’t feel so good.” She dropped the computer, then fell to the ground, falling so her hands were near the gun. But she didn’t move toward it. She pretended to be out.
“Goddamned it,” the man muttered. “Okay, Lydia, you don’t move. Caesar, wake up!”
Zoe opened her eyes to slits and watched the man. As soon as he bent down to retrieve the computer, she reached out, grabbed the gun and pointed it at the man.
His mouth open, he stared at her. “You bitch!”
“Drop your weapon or I’ll shoot.”
He narrowed his gaze. “You wouldn’t dare. Nice lady like you. Hey, we can do this without the—”
Zoe fired the gun off and missed him by inches.
Terrified, the guy let go of the pistol and it fell to the floor.
“Grab it, Lydia!” Zoe ordered.
Lydia rushed forward and grabbed the weapon.
The front door burst open. “Zoe!” Bryce, followed by three bodyguards, came in, all brandishing weapons.
He rushed up to her and then took in the scene and went slack-jawed. Then he chuckled. “Seems like you didn’t need our help.”
“Oh, yes, I did. I’m sorry, honey.”
He shot her a look that said it all. Death by spanking. “I know you are.” Bryce turned to Lydia. “Are you all right?”
“I-I will be.”
“Boys, take these gentlemen for a ride, will you? Find out who they work for.”
The bodyguards carried the large man outside, dragging the blond guy with them.
Bryce smirked at the sight of her bloody laptop. “Seems like someone needs a new computer. Wait, what is that?”
The laptop’s case had broken apart. Bryce picked it up and removed a small computer component. “This doesn’t belong in here. What is this? Well, I’ll be damned.” He turned to Zoe. “You may have just found what we’ve been looking for. I think this is the missing hard drive.”
She brightened. “Good. Does that mean I’m not in as much trouble?”
Bryce returned her smile. “No. It doesn’t.” The look in his eye went dark.
Eeek.
He came up to her, and with a tender look in his eye, he kissed her. When he pulled away, he whispered in her ear. “I’m so glad you’re okay. I was so worried.”
“I’m sorry, honey.”
“Not yet, but you will be,” he promised.
Double eek.
They didn’t leave until another bodyguard arrived to watch over Lydia.
All during the short ride back to the house, Zoe freaked out. Her heart hammering against her ribs, she wanted to run. She was already so sore, she couldn’t take much more punishment. But that wouldn’t stop Bryce. She’d blown it. Totally, utterly blown it.
He said nothing. As they pulled up in her driveway he sent her a look that made her blood turn to ice. “Wait for me in the bedroom.”
“Okay,” she replied glumly.
Her lower lip trembling, she shuffled into the bedroom and sat on the bed. She fought back the tears. Not only was she traumatized from her ordeal, she hated it when Bryce was mad at her.
After what seemed to be hours, Bryce walked into the room. “Well, you lucked out. That hard drive might have just saved your life.”
“Was it the one?”
He smiled. “Yes. It was. And now all the information is on several more servers. So many, they won’t know who to attack. A few more weeks and we’ll be able to get back to normal.”
“Thank God.” She stretched and yawned. “Well, I think I’d better go to bed.”
“Not yet, you’re not.”
“But I almost died, I think—”
“Don’t fire me up anymore than I already am. You’re in trouble, young lady. Big. Trouble.”
©2011, Michelle Carlyle
Friday, August 26, 2011
Frenemies, Part Ten
Hey Spankos!
How are all you lovely people? I’m still tired from last weekend, but doing well. Show went great, I got more love from people than I’ve ever experienced. Did a good job and now it’s done and I’m moving on.
I hope you guys have a great weekend and here’s the next part of Frenemies, soon to be found in Pushing Boundaries.
Hugs,
Michelle
Bryce rolled up on his elbow. “Why didn’t you and Roland ever move in together?”
“Well we lived together, we just split our time between houses. He left a lot. I felt weird being at his place all alone. Besides, I like my house. Let me guess, you want me to move in with you and leave this place.”
“You have to admit I have a much more beautiful place.”
Zoe thought of his penthouse apartment in San Francisco with its multi-million dollar views. Gorgeous, stunning, but not homey. “I know. Ritzy as hell. But I don’t like being in the City all the time. I like being here in the suburbs, too.”
“I will win.”
“No, you won’t.”
“We’ll see. For now we’ll do what you two did and live between both places.”
“I need a room up at your place and you can take over Roland’s office.”
A shadow passed behind Bryce’s eyes and he sighed.
“I miss him, too, Bryce. A lot.”
“Yeah.”
“You knew him longer than me,” she said.
He sent her a half smile and brushed some hair off her brow. “He loved you so much. And now I understand why. Now that I’m under your spell,” he said, kissing her on the forehead.
“Weird how things worked out. I wonder if he’s happy for us.”
“Of course, he is. He always said if something happened to him that he wanted me to look after you.”
“Did he mean with your dick?”
Bryce laughed. “Probably not.”
“He wanted me to move on. He said if he was gone, that I should find a nice man.”
Bryce sent her a sweet smile.
“Yeah and I’m still lookin’,” she cracked, angling a glance at him for his reaction.
He narrowed his eyes at her, pulled her on top of him and spanked her sore butt. “Brat.”
“Oww!” She giggled, kissed him and he slipped inside her again.
Afterwards, she snuggled against him. “So when can I start working again? I need to rent another space and buy inventory.”
“Soon, hopefully. Are you sure we’ve looked everywhere Roland used to keep his things? You’ve shown me all of his computer equipment?”
“Yep. I’ve been through it all. No extra hard disks floating around. What’s on them, anyway?”
“Evidence linking some people in very high places to criminal activity. Roland almost had his case locked when he…”
“Died. Or was assassinated,” she said, her mood sinking.
“Yes. And unfortunately, no one has been able to find his evidence. Not us and not his enemies.”
“Yeah, I haven’t found anything.”
“Since no information has surfaced, I’m hoping his enemies will eventually give up.”
“Are they still watching me?” she asked.
“From what I understand, yes. In fact, there’s been an uptick in their surveillance attempts. We’ve foiled them all, but these people are tenacious and well connected.”
“So why haven’t they just dropped a bomb on my house?”
“Well, one, because we wouldn’t let them, and two, they think you personally will lead them to the information. That you have the knowledge locked inside your head.”
“But I don’t.”
“I don’t think you do, either. But until they decide to move on, I’m afraid I have to restrict your activities.”
“Bummer.”
“Agreed. I’ll be glad when you can resume your normal life.”
“And then I won’t be such a bother to you.”
He sent her a wicked smile. “Yes. Quite a bother.” He kissed her.
Late that night, Bryce was asleep and she sat up watching Law and Order: Special Victims Unit. Christopher Meloni was such a hottie. Her prepaid phone rang beside her. She’d actually meant to turn it off, but Karen and her two other best girlfriends were the only ones with the number. Bryce didn’t even know she had the phone. It was her secret spy phone.
“Hello?”
Someone was crying on the other end of the receiver.
“Who is this?”
“Zoe?”
“Yeah, who is this and what’s wrong?”
“L-lydia.”
One of her closest girlfriends. “Lyd, what’s wrong, honey? Tell me?”
“M-my computer d-died and I’m screwed!”
“Calm down. Talk to me.”
“I…have to send in this form by midnight or I miss the deadline and can’t get into nursing school and my car’s busted and I’m sick and I can’t go anywhere. I can’t fix my computer and my life will be over unless I can get my hands on one in the next hour.”
“Slow down. Shit. I can’t leave or I’d bring my computer over to you. What time is it?”
“Eleven. Could you please bring your computer over here? Please?”
“I can’t, Bryce won’t let me leave the house.”
“Does he have to know?”
Zoe bit her lip. “No, I guess not.”
“Oh! Please come over, please!”
Lydia was not a known drama queen. In fact, Zoe couldn’t remember the last time she’d seen her cry. If she was this upset, then there was good cause.
Her heartstrings fully tugged, Zoe finally nodded. “I’ll be there in ten.”
Zoe grabbed her black sweatshirt, slipped on some sneakers and stuffed her laptop into a backpack. Lydia lived four blocks away, two if Zoe cut through a couple people’s yards. She’d be back in a half an hour if she did this right.
Zoe snuck out the backdoor and hopped her back fence. Bryce had full-time guards on duty, but they were stationed out front.
A few minutes later, she arrived at Lydia’s. Something was off about the front of her house. Too many lights on. Lydia was a notorious energy conservationist. Maybe she wanted Zoe to feel more welcome.
Zoe knocked on the door. When Lydia opened it, Zoe almost fainted. Lydia looked terrible. Pale as a ghost and shaking, she’d clearly been crying and not just a few tears.
“What’s wrong?”
Lydia sent her a penetrating stare and made a quick movement with eyes to her right. “Nothing, honey. Just the computer.” She shot her a panicky look.
What the hell?
The hair rose on her neck and arms, a weird feeling came over her belly. Someone was there. This was a trap.
She wanted to run, but couldn’t leave Lydia there. Her heart began beating wildly. “Hey, I meant to tell you that I called my cop friend Richard and he’s gonna be stopping by after work to take that report about the robbery at your store. He’ll be discreet. He’ll be here soon, actually.” Terrible lie!
Lydia glanced to her right, and her expression went even more terror-stricken. She quickly looked back at Zoe. “You have to come in now,” she said in a hoarse whisper.
©2011, Michelle Carlyle
How are all you lovely people? I’m still tired from last weekend, but doing well. Show went great, I got more love from people than I’ve ever experienced. Did a good job and now it’s done and I’m moving on.
I hope you guys have a great weekend and here’s the next part of Frenemies, soon to be found in Pushing Boundaries.
Hugs,
Michelle
Bryce rolled up on his elbow. “Why didn’t you and Roland ever move in together?”
“Well we lived together, we just split our time between houses. He left a lot. I felt weird being at his place all alone. Besides, I like my house. Let me guess, you want me to move in with you and leave this place.”
“You have to admit I have a much more beautiful place.”
Zoe thought of his penthouse apartment in San Francisco with its multi-million dollar views. Gorgeous, stunning, but not homey. “I know. Ritzy as hell. But I don’t like being in the City all the time. I like being here in the suburbs, too.”
“I will win.”
“No, you won’t.”
“We’ll see. For now we’ll do what you two did and live between both places.”
“I need a room up at your place and you can take over Roland’s office.”
A shadow passed behind Bryce’s eyes and he sighed.
“I miss him, too, Bryce. A lot.”
“Yeah.”
“You knew him longer than me,” she said.
He sent her a half smile and brushed some hair off her brow. “He loved you so much. And now I understand why. Now that I’m under your spell,” he said, kissing her on the forehead.
“Weird how things worked out. I wonder if he’s happy for us.”
“Of course, he is. He always said if something happened to him that he wanted me to look after you.”
“Did he mean with your dick?”
Bryce laughed. “Probably not.”
“He wanted me to move on. He said if he was gone, that I should find a nice man.”
Bryce sent her a sweet smile.
“Yeah and I’m still lookin’,” she cracked, angling a glance at him for his reaction.
He narrowed his eyes at her, pulled her on top of him and spanked her sore butt. “Brat.”
“Oww!” She giggled, kissed him and he slipped inside her again.
Afterwards, she snuggled against him. “So when can I start working again? I need to rent another space and buy inventory.”
“Soon, hopefully. Are you sure we’ve looked everywhere Roland used to keep his things? You’ve shown me all of his computer equipment?”
“Yep. I’ve been through it all. No extra hard disks floating around. What’s on them, anyway?”
“Evidence linking some people in very high places to criminal activity. Roland almost had his case locked when he…”
“Died. Or was assassinated,” she said, her mood sinking.
“Yes. And unfortunately, no one has been able to find his evidence. Not us and not his enemies.”
“Yeah, I haven’t found anything.”
“Since no information has surfaced, I’m hoping his enemies will eventually give up.”
“Are they still watching me?” she asked.
“From what I understand, yes. In fact, there’s been an uptick in their surveillance attempts. We’ve foiled them all, but these people are tenacious and well connected.”
“So why haven’t they just dropped a bomb on my house?”
“Well, one, because we wouldn’t let them, and two, they think you personally will lead them to the information. That you have the knowledge locked inside your head.”
“But I don’t.”
“I don’t think you do, either. But until they decide to move on, I’m afraid I have to restrict your activities.”
“Bummer.”
“Agreed. I’ll be glad when you can resume your normal life.”
“And then I won’t be such a bother to you.”
He sent her a wicked smile. “Yes. Quite a bother.” He kissed her.
Late that night, Bryce was asleep and she sat up watching Law and Order: Special Victims Unit. Christopher Meloni was such a hottie. Her prepaid phone rang beside her. She’d actually meant to turn it off, but Karen and her two other best girlfriends were the only ones with the number. Bryce didn’t even know she had the phone. It was her secret spy phone.
“Hello?”
Someone was crying on the other end of the receiver.
“Who is this?”
“Zoe?”
“Yeah, who is this and what’s wrong?”
“L-lydia.”
One of her closest girlfriends. “Lyd, what’s wrong, honey? Tell me?”
“M-my computer d-died and I’m screwed!”
“Calm down. Talk to me.”
“I…have to send in this form by midnight or I miss the deadline and can’t get into nursing school and my car’s busted and I’m sick and I can’t go anywhere. I can’t fix my computer and my life will be over unless I can get my hands on one in the next hour.”
“Slow down. Shit. I can’t leave or I’d bring my computer over to you. What time is it?”
“Eleven. Could you please bring your computer over here? Please?”
“I can’t, Bryce won’t let me leave the house.”
“Does he have to know?”
Zoe bit her lip. “No, I guess not.”
“Oh! Please come over, please!”
Lydia was not a known drama queen. In fact, Zoe couldn’t remember the last time she’d seen her cry. If she was this upset, then there was good cause.
Her heartstrings fully tugged, Zoe finally nodded. “I’ll be there in ten.”
Zoe grabbed her black sweatshirt, slipped on some sneakers and stuffed her laptop into a backpack. Lydia lived four blocks away, two if Zoe cut through a couple people’s yards. She’d be back in a half an hour if she did this right.
Zoe snuck out the backdoor and hopped her back fence. Bryce had full-time guards on duty, but they were stationed out front.
A few minutes later, she arrived at Lydia’s. Something was off about the front of her house. Too many lights on. Lydia was a notorious energy conservationist. Maybe she wanted Zoe to feel more welcome.
Zoe knocked on the door. When Lydia opened it, Zoe almost fainted. Lydia looked terrible. Pale as a ghost and shaking, she’d clearly been crying and not just a few tears.
“What’s wrong?”
Lydia sent her a penetrating stare and made a quick movement with eyes to her right. “Nothing, honey. Just the computer.” She shot her a panicky look.
What the hell?
The hair rose on her neck and arms, a weird feeling came over her belly. Someone was there. This was a trap.
She wanted to run, but couldn’t leave Lydia there. Her heart began beating wildly. “Hey, I meant to tell you that I called my cop friend Richard and he’s gonna be stopping by after work to take that report about the robbery at your store. He’ll be discreet. He’ll be here soon, actually.” Terrible lie!
Lydia glanced to her right, and her expression went even more terror-stricken. She quickly looked back at Zoe. “You have to come in now,” she said in a hoarse whisper.
©2011, Michelle Carlyle
Friday, August 19, 2011
Frenemies, Part Nine
Hey Spankos!
How are you lovely people??? Just so you know, Rulebreakers, my new release is finally available on the Kindle. Yay! HERE is the link to buy it. Or look at it. Or “Like” it. Or ignore it. Whatever. Of course, my hope is that everyone buys it since this is how I make my living. But I’ll still love you, even if you don’t. Because that’s how Michelle rolls.
I am so happy. Actually not super happy. But I will be on Monday. Because it will mean the weekend is over and so is my job of MC. For the past 18 years I’ve MC’d a Northern California arts and music festival. From nine in the morning until six at night. Exhausting. Absolutely hellaciously exhausting. People have no idea how hard it is to look like you’re being spontaneously funny. And actually having to be spontaneously funny is super draining. I used to love the gig. It connected me with my community and we raised over a quarter million dollars for the local schools through the raffle, which is also part of my duties. But I am so done with it, I can’t tell you. It’s not hard for me to be in front of an audience, it isn’t the nerves, it’s keeping the energy high and the show going. While fielding complaints and demands and seeing old high school friends and family and yada yada. The most intense performance experience I’ve ever had. On the Mondays after the festival, I can’t speak, walk or think. And over the years, it’s become less fun for me. So this year I gave my notice. While no one blames me, they aren’t happy about it. But it’s time I moved on. All I really want to do is write. And maybe do some acting again, but only to bring my characters to life. But the ending will be bittersweet. Saying good-bye won’t be easy. Until I wake up on Monday and realize that I’m finally done. Yay!!!
Enough blather. Here is the next installment of Frenemies, a story originally called Hidden Danger.
Hugs and love to all you marvelous spankos out there!
Michelle
Zoe stood with her back to the mirror, pulled down her panties and turned to see the damage. Wow. Her ass was marked, all right. Little stripes from the cane and light mottling from his hand.
But she’d never deserved a punishment more. She didn’t regret the spanking, she regretted disobeying Bryce.
Even though, it had been fun going out with her girls. Really fun. But stupid in retrospect considering the fact that her life was on the line. She had to remember that. She’d been going bonkers from being under lockdown, but her rash decision to evade Bryce and go dancing could have been a fatal error.
“Looks painful,” came a deep voice from behind her. She turned and Bryce stood at the doorway, smirking.
She rolled her eyes. “Maybe.” She turned around, pulled up her panties and went to wash her hands.
“Not so fast,” he said. “Leave those down.”
The dark look in his eye made her clit throb. But she had other stuff to do.
“Bryce, I—”
“Funny, I don’t remember asking.”
“You—”
He closed the distance, grabbed her and kissed her. With a flick of his finger, her panties were around her ankles.
She protested into his mouth and he deepened the kiss until she got lost in him. His taste, the mastery with his tongue, his power over her. The jerk.
His talented fingers explored her, she spread her legs further apart to allow him more room to play.
Groaning deep in his throat, he picked her up, set her on the bathroom counter and pushed her knees apart. Bending down, he moved her folds and teased her clit with the tip of his tongue.
Squealing, the sensation was so intense, she wanted to move away, but couldn’t. Trapped between Bryce and the wall, she could only wiggle.
A split second later, she launched into a thunderous climax, jerking and shuddering, riding the delicious wave of rapture all the way to the end.
By the time she opened her eyes, Bryce’s pants were at his thighs and he was reaching for her.
Grabbing her by the hips, he stabbed inside her with one solid thrust, slamming her g-spot. Two thrusts inside and she came, blasting into a wild climax. Screaming, she beat at his chest until he drove even more deeply inside her causing her to fly off into the stratosphere as she came even harder. Images of his dark gaze boring into her, his hungry mouth and his awesome cock flashed through her mind, sending her even higher.
He picked her up into his arms and did target practice on her g-spot, making her climax with every thrust. Her mind went gray, her whole being became one giant orgasm. Ecstasy coursed through her.
Growling, his body jerked against her as he released, driving even deeper inside her, rocketing her further into outer space. She collapsed against him, out of breath, her mind whirling.
He carried her out of the bathroom and into the master bedroom. Laying her down on the bed, he kissed her sweetly, his sweaty hot skin slick against hers.
“Are you okay?” he asked.
“Never been better,” she managed to say.
He laughed and hugged her. “God, woman, all I can think about is fucking you. That’s all I want to do. I always enjoyed sex, but now its like I’m addicted to it. Addicted to you.”
He kissed her hard and she came back to life. She wrapped around him, molding herself to his body.
When he pulled away, his gaze was heavy-lidded and smoldering. “Marry me.”
“Sure,” she said, kissing him. Then she heard what he said. She pushed away, her mouth agape. “Did you just ask me to marry you?”
He chuckled and kissed her. “Yes,” he said into her mouth.
“Wow.”
He ended the kiss. “So?”
“Yes. Duh. But…are you sure?” She searched his face for answers.
All she saw was love in his dark gaze.
“More than I’ve been of anything, ever.” He grinned.
“Okay!” She pictured herself barefoot and pregnant in the kitchen cooking for him while he spanked her. “Wait.”
He frowned. “What?”
“How much more control over me do you expect to get with this marriage thing?”
“Total and absolute,” he said, leaning in and kissing her.
She pushed him back. “What if I don’t give it to you?”
He raised one dark brow. “I think you know the answer to that question.”
“You’ll spank me.” She bit her lip.
“Darling, I don’t want a subservient cooking wench, I want you. It’s your spice I like the most about you.”
“But you still expect more control.”
“Probably about as much as I have over you right now. I’m not blind, Zoe. And I’m not lying to myself. You will provide me with more challenges than any other female I’ve encountered.” His gaze dropped to her mouth. “In fact, I’m counting on it.” He kissed her again.
Be careful for what you wish for, Zoe thought.
She ended the kiss. “I know I’ve given you some trouble, I’m just getting so bored. So when do you think those guys will give up trying to hurt me?”
“Not sure. I mean, we haven’t found that hard disk. I’m beginning to think that Roland must have destroyed it. We’ve been through every square inch of his house and yours. Speaking of that, why didn’t you two ever move in together?”
“Well we lived together, we just split our time between houses. He left a lot. I felt weird being at his place all alone. Besides, I like my house. Let me guess, you want me to move in with you and leave this place.”
“You have to admit I have a much more beautiful place.”
She thought of his penthouse apartment in San Francisco with its multi-million dollar views. Gorgeous, stunning, but not homey. “I know. Ritzy as hell. But I don’t like being in the City all the time. I like being here in the suburbs, too.”
“I will win.”
“No, you won’t.”
©2011, Michelle Carlyle
How are you lovely people??? Just so you know, Rulebreakers, my new release is finally available on the Kindle. Yay! HERE is the link to buy it. Or look at it. Or “Like” it. Or ignore it. Whatever. Of course, my hope is that everyone buys it since this is how I make my living. But I’ll still love you, even if you don’t. Because that’s how Michelle rolls.
I am so happy. Actually not super happy. But I will be on Monday. Because it will mean the weekend is over and so is my job of MC. For the past 18 years I’ve MC’d a Northern California arts and music festival. From nine in the morning until six at night. Exhausting. Absolutely hellaciously exhausting. People have no idea how hard it is to look like you’re being spontaneously funny. And actually having to be spontaneously funny is super draining. I used to love the gig. It connected me with my community and we raised over a quarter million dollars for the local schools through the raffle, which is also part of my duties. But I am so done with it, I can’t tell you. It’s not hard for me to be in front of an audience, it isn’t the nerves, it’s keeping the energy high and the show going. While fielding complaints and demands and seeing old high school friends and family and yada yada. The most intense performance experience I’ve ever had. On the Mondays after the festival, I can’t speak, walk or think. And over the years, it’s become less fun for me. So this year I gave my notice. While no one blames me, they aren’t happy about it. But it’s time I moved on. All I really want to do is write. And maybe do some acting again, but only to bring my characters to life. But the ending will be bittersweet. Saying good-bye won’t be easy. Until I wake up on Monday and realize that I’m finally done. Yay!!!
Enough blather. Here is the next installment of Frenemies, a story originally called Hidden Danger.
Hugs and love to all you marvelous spankos out there!
Michelle
Zoe stood with her back to the mirror, pulled down her panties and turned to see the damage. Wow. Her ass was marked, all right. Little stripes from the cane and light mottling from his hand.
But she’d never deserved a punishment more. She didn’t regret the spanking, she regretted disobeying Bryce.
Even though, it had been fun going out with her girls. Really fun. But stupid in retrospect considering the fact that her life was on the line. She had to remember that. She’d been going bonkers from being under lockdown, but her rash decision to evade Bryce and go dancing could have been a fatal error.
“Looks painful,” came a deep voice from behind her. She turned and Bryce stood at the doorway, smirking.
She rolled her eyes. “Maybe.” She turned around, pulled up her panties and went to wash her hands.
“Not so fast,” he said. “Leave those down.”
The dark look in his eye made her clit throb. But she had other stuff to do.
“Bryce, I—”
“Funny, I don’t remember asking.”
“You—”
He closed the distance, grabbed her and kissed her. With a flick of his finger, her panties were around her ankles.
She protested into his mouth and he deepened the kiss until she got lost in him. His taste, the mastery with his tongue, his power over her. The jerk.
His talented fingers explored her, she spread her legs further apart to allow him more room to play.
Groaning deep in his throat, he picked her up, set her on the bathroom counter and pushed her knees apart. Bending down, he moved her folds and teased her clit with the tip of his tongue.
Squealing, the sensation was so intense, she wanted to move away, but couldn’t. Trapped between Bryce and the wall, she could only wiggle.
A split second later, she launched into a thunderous climax, jerking and shuddering, riding the delicious wave of rapture all the way to the end.
By the time she opened her eyes, Bryce’s pants were at his thighs and he was reaching for her.
Grabbing her by the hips, he stabbed inside her with one solid thrust, slamming her g-spot. Two thrusts inside and she came, blasting into a wild climax. Screaming, she beat at his chest until he drove even more deeply inside her causing her to fly off into the stratosphere as she came even harder. Images of his dark gaze boring into her, his hungry mouth and his awesome cock flashed through her mind, sending her even higher.
He picked her up into his arms and did target practice on her g-spot, making her climax with every thrust. Her mind went gray, her whole being became one giant orgasm. Ecstasy coursed through her.
Growling, his body jerked against her as he released, driving even deeper inside her, rocketing her further into outer space. She collapsed against him, out of breath, her mind whirling.
He carried her out of the bathroom and into the master bedroom. Laying her down on the bed, he kissed her sweetly, his sweaty hot skin slick against hers.
“Are you okay?” he asked.
“Never been better,” she managed to say.
He laughed and hugged her. “God, woman, all I can think about is fucking you. That’s all I want to do. I always enjoyed sex, but now its like I’m addicted to it. Addicted to you.”
He kissed her hard and she came back to life. She wrapped around him, molding herself to his body.
When he pulled away, his gaze was heavy-lidded and smoldering. “Marry me.”
“Sure,” she said, kissing him. Then she heard what he said. She pushed away, her mouth agape. “Did you just ask me to marry you?”
He chuckled and kissed her. “Yes,” he said into her mouth.
“Wow.”
He ended the kiss. “So?”
“Yes. Duh. But…are you sure?” She searched his face for answers.
All she saw was love in his dark gaze.
“More than I’ve been of anything, ever.” He grinned.
“Okay!” She pictured herself barefoot and pregnant in the kitchen cooking for him while he spanked her. “Wait.”
He frowned. “What?”
“How much more control over me do you expect to get with this marriage thing?”
“Total and absolute,” he said, leaning in and kissing her.
She pushed him back. “What if I don’t give it to you?”
He raised one dark brow. “I think you know the answer to that question.”
“You’ll spank me.” She bit her lip.
“Darling, I don’t want a subservient cooking wench, I want you. It’s your spice I like the most about you.”
“But you still expect more control.”
“Probably about as much as I have over you right now. I’m not blind, Zoe. And I’m not lying to myself. You will provide me with more challenges than any other female I’ve encountered.” His gaze dropped to her mouth. “In fact, I’m counting on it.” He kissed her again.
Be careful for what you wish for, Zoe thought.
She ended the kiss. “I know I’ve given you some trouble, I’m just getting so bored. So when do you think those guys will give up trying to hurt me?”
“Not sure. I mean, we haven’t found that hard disk. I’m beginning to think that Roland must have destroyed it. We’ve been through every square inch of his house and yours. Speaking of that, why didn’t you two ever move in together?”
“Well we lived together, we just split our time between houses. He left a lot. I felt weird being at his place all alone. Besides, I like my house. Let me guess, you want me to move in with you and leave this place.”
“You have to admit I have a much more beautiful place.”
She thought of his penthouse apartment in San Francisco with its multi-million dollar views. Gorgeous, stunning, but not homey. “I know. Ritzy as hell. But I don’t like being in the City all the time. I like being here in the suburbs, too.”
“I will win.”
“No, you won’t.”
©2011, Michelle Carlyle
Monday, August 15, 2011
Rulebreakers Has Been Released!!!!
Rulebreakers is now for sale!!!! Wheeeee! Click HERE to buy it! For those of you who are Kindle lovers, Rulebreakers will be available for sale in three days. Whoo-hoooo!!!! I'll post the URL as soon as it appears. Thanks so much to those who can afford to buy the book. You guys rock!!!!
Friday, August 12, 2011
Rulebreakers Will Be Released on August 15th!!!!
When is a cigar just a cigar??? Heee! Can you dig it? A new book by moi!!! Yes!!!
Here's the back cover copy: Rulebreakers is a collection of blazing hot romantic spanking stories by award-winning author Michelle Carlyle. In Prisoner of Love, Neela discovers her crime boss boyfriend doesn’t just rule his men with an iron fist, he rules her with the flat of his iron hand. In Racing Stripes, daredevil Lila goes against her rocker husband Zane and competes in an amateur drag race. When Zane catches her, he lays down his own tracks, all over her deserving rear end. Enjoy these wild love stories along with many others in this fiery collection of fun spanking tales.
And that pretty much sums it up! Prisoner of Love, a hot two-parter, is a bonus and never appeared on the Discipline and Desire website. Wheeeee!!!! New stories for you!!!!
I am so excited!!! So check back here on Monday, because I'll have the link to buy the book, all set up. Hopefully. Sometimes the publishing world can be a bit time-delayed. But I know it will be out shortly, maybe even sooner than Monday! Whoo-hooooo!
Now I have to get off my unspanked ass and get the other books ready. I only have six more in the pipeline I'm ignoring on my computer. Ahem. Perhaps I will need some motivation from my husband's nice large hand. What a great idea!
So happy my new book will be available and I'm so happy to have all you lovely people waiting to read it! Yay!! Life is good!!
Hugs and love to all you spankos out there,
Michelle
Frenemies, Part Eight
Hey Spanko Friends!
How are you guys? Ready for a weekend full of spanking and sex??? I am! And I’ll alert Hubby to that fact. We’ve both been too tired to attack each other this week, which sucks. Must do something about that.
So here’s the next installment of Frenemies, soon to be found in Pushing Boundaries. But guess what???? Rulebreakers, my next collection of stories comes out on MONDAY!!! Yay!!! Actually, by the time you’ll have read this, you’ll know because I’ll be posting the cover shortly.
So I will be celebrating my next release with guess what? Yes! Spanking and sex!!!! Whoo-hooo! I love coming from just a spanking. And Hubby knows how to do it right. Hey…he’s working at home today. I just got an idea…
Well, gotta go! Have a great weekend!
Love and hugs,
Michelle
Bryce threw aside the paddle, but didn’t let her up. He pulled off her hood. Cool air rushed over her tear-stained face.
“I’m not done with you, yet. Not by a long shot.”
“You won,” she cried. “I won’t ever do anything bad again.”
“No, you won’t. Now I’m going to untie you, but I want you on all fours on the floor of this limo, you understand me?”
“Yes, sir.”
“Good girl.”
He untied her and she quickly hit the floor.
“Face the door. That’s right.”
Something warm, but hard touched her anus. “What is that?”
He spanked her so hard, she almost hit the door. She had to brace herself. “Owww!”
“No questions. Only obedience. You are being punished.”
“Okay.”
The pressure grew on her ass. A butt plug! Damn him, he knew she hated ass play. She gasped as he pressed the plug into her tiny hole. It didn’t hurt, exactly, but it wasn’t pleasant.
A second later, something weird happened. She got turned on. His dominance, his power, and the punishment plug slammed her libido. God, she loved submitting to her man!
“Now I’m going to whip you with a riding crop. Twenty-five ought to do it. You move, you get twenty-five more.”
“Yes, sir.”
A line of fire blazed her ass. And with the butt plug inside, she couldn’t clench her cheeks, heightening the pain.
One after another, he cracked the crop on her bare ass. The weapon bit into her flesh with exacting pain, right at the edge of her limits. While she cried, something about it felt good. Like he was beating her guilt away.
Finally he was done.
“Don’t move.”
She obeyed. The horrible fire on her poor ass faded slightly, sending a rush of hot energy to her clit. Her sex swelled with want. She loved displaying herself to him, her bare ass in the air, her legs slightly apart. She even loved the naughty feel of the butt plug.
“Goddamn you,” he rasped. “I want to keep spanking you. Whipping you, trying to get some sense into that disobedient little ass of yours. But…you look so goddamned inviting.”
He ran his hand over her burning flesh, she jerked a bit from the pain. He’d really given it to her.
“Bad girl pushing her man. Thinking she can outsmart him. You learned a lesson, haven’t you? I’m always one step ahead of you.” He ran his hand underneath her and slipped a finger inside. She moaned.
He laughed deep in his throat. “So wet. The little girl likes her man taking control, doesn’t she?” he said as he finger-fucked her.
“Yes, sir.” She moved against him, delighting in the feel of his finger inside her.
“Then maybe next time she’ll obey him.”
“I will.”
“That remains to be seen.” He withdrew his hand. “Stay just like that.” She heard his zipper unzip and he got down behind her.
He twisted the butt plug and she gasped. “Bad girls get plugged.” Then he slipped his dick inside her.
Zoe was so wet and swollen, her sex practically sucked him into her. She raised her ass high in the air. He rammed inside her, pressing against the plug. The pressure intensified the delicious full feeling of his cock, and she groaned, her orgasm building fast.
He grabbed her by the hips and plowed into her straight on, slamming her g-spot with tremendous force. The plug doubled her pleasure and she screamed with rapture.
He powered her into her harder. She blasted into an epic orgasm, yelling so loud and long that her throat gave out and all she could do was cry. He didn’t skip a beat and thrust into her deeper and with more force, sending her straight out into oblivion. She lost track of where they were and pushed back against him, crying out with each jab of his amazing tool.
Growling, his body shuddered and he went at her like a crazy man, fucking her so hard she jettisoned into another spectacular climax, pounding the car floor with her fist as she came.
When he finally withdrew, he said, “You stay like that, Zoe.”
She couldn’t respond, she was too busy trying to get air back in her lungs.
He sat down, then reached out, picked her up and set her across his lap again.
“But you already spanked me!” she whined.
Whack! “And I’m going to spank you again, Brat. But this is now in my way.” He twisted the plug and she took in a deep breath. Then he pulled it out, sending another wave of pleasure through her.
Then her ass stung like hell as his large hand spanked her across both buns at once. A blast of lust zapped her sex and clit. Wow, that felt good. But she pretended to hate it.
“You obey me, woman!” he pronounced, swatting her sit spots.
“I will, I promise!”
Bryce laid down a series of punishing strikes, and the pain began to build. He worked her ass again and again until she broke down into sobs. Then he pushed her ass high with his knee and spanked the back of her legs, sex and little butt hole, all at once with his large hand until she shrieked.
He stopped, flipped her over, pushed her back against the seats, shoved her legs apart and buried his face between her legs. Pinning her to the seat, he flicked her sensitive nub at a crazy pace, lashing her hard and fast.
She detonated in a huge climax, squealing with joy. But he wouldn’t stop. He continued flicking her nub, pushing her right to the edge again. He slipped his hand underneath her and stuck his forefinger deep into her ass and battered her clit with his tongue. Bellowing, astounding ecstasy rocked her body. She jerked against him and flailed on the seat. Finally, he released her and she collapsed on the back seat, dizzy.
He picked her up and cradled her, then kissed her, hard and hungry. She almost came again.
When he pulled away, he looked deep into her eyes. “No more disobeying me.”
“No.”
“No more games.”
“None.”
“You tell me what you think, you don’t sneak around anymore.”
“No, I won’t.”
He arched a dark brow at her. “You’d better listen to me, wench. Next time, it could be our enemies kidnapping you.”
“I will, I promise. I love you, Bryce.”
“I love you, Brat.”
©2011, Michelle Carlyle
How are you guys? Ready for a weekend full of spanking and sex??? I am! And I’ll alert Hubby to that fact. We’ve both been too tired to attack each other this week, which sucks. Must do something about that.
So here’s the next installment of Frenemies, soon to be found in Pushing Boundaries. But guess what???? Rulebreakers, my next collection of stories comes out on MONDAY!!! Yay!!! Actually, by the time you’ll have read this, you’ll know because I’ll be posting the cover shortly.
So I will be celebrating my next release with guess what? Yes! Spanking and sex!!!! Whoo-hooo! I love coming from just a spanking. And Hubby knows how to do it right. Hey…he’s working at home today. I just got an idea…
Well, gotta go! Have a great weekend!
Love and hugs,
Michelle
Bryce threw aside the paddle, but didn’t let her up. He pulled off her hood. Cool air rushed over her tear-stained face.
“I’m not done with you, yet. Not by a long shot.”
“You won,” she cried. “I won’t ever do anything bad again.”
“No, you won’t. Now I’m going to untie you, but I want you on all fours on the floor of this limo, you understand me?”
“Yes, sir.”
“Good girl.”
He untied her and she quickly hit the floor.
“Face the door. That’s right.”
Something warm, but hard touched her anus. “What is that?”
He spanked her so hard, she almost hit the door. She had to brace herself. “Owww!”
“No questions. Only obedience. You are being punished.”
“Okay.”
The pressure grew on her ass. A butt plug! Damn him, he knew she hated ass play. She gasped as he pressed the plug into her tiny hole. It didn’t hurt, exactly, but it wasn’t pleasant.
A second later, something weird happened. She got turned on. His dominance, his power, and the punishment plug slammed her libido. God, she loved submitting to her man!
“Now I’m going to whip you with a riding crop. Twenty-five ought to do it. You move, you get twenty-five more.”
“Yes, sir.”
A line of fire blazed her ass. And with the butt plug inside, she couldn’t clench her cheeks, heightening the pain.
One after another, he cracked the crop on her bare ass. The weapon bit into her flesh with exacting pain, right at the edge of her limits. While she cried, something about it felt good. Like he was beating her guilt away.
Finally he was done.
“Don’t move.”
She obeyed. The horrible fire on her poor ass faded slightly, sending a rush of hot energy to her clit. Her sex swelled with want. She loved displaying herself to him, her bare ass in the air, her legs slightly apart. She even loved the naughty feel of the butt plug.
“Goddamn you,” he rasped. “I want to keep spanking you. Whipping you, trying to get some sense into that disobedient little ass of yours. But…you look so goddamned inviting.”
He ran his hand over her burning flesh, she jerked a bit from the pain. He’d really given it to her.
“Bad girl pushing her man. Thinking she can outsmart him. You learned a lesson, haven’t you? I’m always one step ahead of you.” He ran his hand underneath her and slipped a finger inside. She moaned.
He laughed deep in his throat. “So wet. The little girl likes her man taking control, doesn’t she?” he said as he finger-fucked her.
“Yes, sir.” She moved against him, delighting in the feel of his finger inside her.
“Then maybe next time she’ll obey him.”
“I will.”
“That remains to be seen.” He withdrew his hand. “Stay just like that.” She heard his zipper unzip and he got down behind her.
He twisted the butt plug and she gasped. “Bad girls get plugged.” Then he slipped his dick inside her.
Zoe was so wet and swollen, her sex practically sucked him into her. She raised her ass high in the air. He rammed inside her, pressing against the plug. The pressure intensified the delicious full feeling of his cock, and she groaned, her orgasm building fast.
He grabbed her by the hips and plowed into her straight on, slamming her g-spot with tremendous force. The plug doubled her pleasure and she screamed with rapture.
He powered her into her harder. She blasted into an epic orgasm, yelling so loud and long that her throat gave out and all she could do was cry. He didn’t skip a beat and thrust into her deeper and with more force, sending her straight out into oblivion. She lost track of where they were and pushed back against him, crying out with each jab of his amazing tool.
Growling, his body shuddered and he went at her like a crazy man, fucking her so hard she jettisoned into another spectacular climax, pounding the car floor with her fist as she came.
When he finally withdrew, he said, “You stay like that, Zoe.”
She couldn’t respond, she was too busy trying to get air back in her lungs.
He sat down, then reached out, picked her up and set her across his lap again.
“But you already spanked me!” she whined.
Whack! “And I’m going to spank you again, Brat. But this is now in my way.” He twisted the plug and she took in a deep breath. Then he pulled it out, sending another wave of pleasure through her.
Then her ass stung like hell as his large hand spanked her across both buns at once. A blast of lust zapped her sex and clit. Wow, that felt good. But she pretended to hate it.
“You obey me, woman!” he pronounced, swatting her sit spots.
“I will, I promise!”
Bryce laid down a series of punishing strikes, and the pain began to build. He worked her ass again and again until she broke down into sobs. Then he pushed her ass high with his knee and spanked the back of her legs, sex and little butt hole, all at once with his large hand until she shrieked.
He stopped, flipped her over, pushed her back against the seats, shoved her legs apart and buried his face between her legs. Pinning her to the seat, he flicked her sensitive nub at a crazy pace, lashing her hard and fast.
She detonated in a huge climax, squealing with joy. But he wouldn’t stop. He continued flicking her nub, pushing her right to the edge again. He slipped his hand underneath her and stuck his forefinger deep into her ass and battered her clit with his tongue. Bellowing, astounding ecstasy rocked her body. She jerked against him and flailed on the seat. Finally, he released her and she collapsed on the back seat, dizzy.
He picked her up and cradled her, then kissed her, hard and hungry. She almost came again.
When he pulled away, he looked deep into her eyes. “No more disobeying me.”
“No.”
“No more games.”
“None.”
“You tell me what you think, you don’t sneak around anymore.”
“No, I won’t.”
He arched a dark brow at her. “You’d better listen to me, wench. Next time, it could be our enemies kidnapping you.”
“I will, I promise. I love you, Bryce.”
“I love you, Brat.”
©2011, Michelle Carlyle
Friday, August 5, 2011
Frenemies, Part Seven
Hey Spankos!
How are y’all? I’m doing well. I heard a rumor that my next book, Rulebreakers should be released soon. Yay! I can’t wait! You guys will be the first to know.
I have to clean the house and do a million things because we’re having company this weekend and I haven’t done anything to the place since the last time we had people over. And that was back in June. Jeez!
Hope you lovely people have spectacular sex this weekend and you all get great spankings and/or give them to a deserving brat!
Hugs,
Michelle
“Are you sure you’re not being over-protective?” Zoe asked.
Bryce’s thick brows angled hard toward his nose. “Didn’t that firebombing and attempted kidnapping say anything to you? I’m not being paranoid, Zoe. You’re in actual, real danger. I don’t like controlling you. I’m only doing it to keep you alive.”
“Okay, I’m sorry. I just…Roland was super controlling.”
“Ha! You ran him ragged.”
“No way.”
“Ha.”
“No, eventually I got through to him.”
Bryce squeezed her. “No, he gave up. I won’t. I wear the pants in this family. End of story.”
“Yeah, but I let you wear the pants.”
“Whatever your ego needs to hear.”
“Grrrr.”
“Calm down, Tiger Girl. I needed to make a point with you because I have to go away in a few hours.”
“What?” She pushed away to face him. “Wait, you did say that. Where are you going?”
“David is flailing up in the City without me. I have to go up and oversee a job, then take a meeting with a potential client in Sacramento this evening. I’ll stay the night in a hotel and then be back before you wake up tomorrow.”
“You’ll be gone all night?” Her green eyes sparkled with hope.
He almost laughed. Zoe was a terrible actress.
“You almost look happy at the thought.”
She scowled. “No, I’m not happy.” She wrapped her arms around him.
Well, if that didn’t prime her for disobeying him, nothing would. He’d put a secret detail around her and follow her himself. The brat. He’d teach her a lesson she’d never forget.
Zoe kissed Bryce good-bye and then immediately set about trying to figure out how to evade his guys. The stuffed bed gag wouldn’t work a second time.
Or would it? What other tricks did she have? None. But she only had to get out for a few hours. What did she normally do at night? Watch TV in bed.
Well, duh. How perfect was that? She’d set a chair up to block the door and turn up the TV and get out and get back before they knew she was gone. Heeeee! Bryce’s business trip couldn’t have happened at a better time.
Later that night, her heart slamming her breastbone, her legs shaky, she slipped out the sliding glass door to the backyard. Running for the back fence, she was up and over in no time. At the end of the neighbor’s driveway, she found her cab waiting for her. This was so cool!
The cab dropped her off in front of the club. The sidewalk teemed with people. She gave a quick check around, but no one was looking at her. Which was both good and bad, she wore the cutest little black dress. Oh, well.
She found the girls, who hooted upon spotting her. They laughed and drank and danced, really whooping it up. And she felt so deliciously naughty! Bryce was clearly too over protective. A few guys tried to hit on her, but other than normal drooling, no one paid too much attention to her.
An hour into her partying, Zoe needed to use the restroom. On her way back to the table, she was flanked by two very large men in suits: a blond one and a black guy. Her heart nearly stopped.
The blond bruiser pressed something hard and metal into her side. “One move and your friends die.”
A bomb of terror exploded inside her. She was so stupid! The giant blond put his arm around her and escorted her out of the club.
Wild images of her being tortured to death flashed through her mind, her body pulsed with fear. She couldn’t believe Bryce’s warning was coming true.
The big men pushed her into a limo with tinted windows and got in with her.
The black guy pulled a black hood out of his pocket and put it over her head. She cried out in fright.
“No amount of crying or screaming will help you now, lady. So I’d advise you to shut up. Boss doesn’t like crying women. He has a tendency to beat them.”
“Who’s your boss?”
“No questions. You’ll meet him soon enough. And he’s not happy with you. I wouldn’t want to be you.”
She broke into sobs, so freaked out, she couldn’t think straight. The guy turned her around and tied her hands behind her back.
They drove for a while, then the car stopped. The limo door opened and someone got in with them. Sounded like the two big guys got out. She couldn’t tell what was going on.
The limo took off again. She smelled a different cologne. Familiar somehow.
Someone grabbed her by the upper arms and pulled her towards them. She shrieked with fright.
And then she found herself over a man’s lap with her dress hiked up to her back. What?
He hooked his finger around her thong and removed it.
She cried harder.
His body moved and the most harrowing pain rocked her ass. Felt like he hit her with a huge chunk of wood. She yowled. A paddle? What the hell?
On top of Bryce’s earlier spanking, this was excruciating! She screamed.
Her attacker laid down a series of stinging swats with the horrid instrument. She yelled in agony and terror.
“Do you see what happens to bad girls who disobey their men?” he hissed.
Bryce! It was Bryce! She collapsed against him and sobbed with relief. “Oh, thank God!”
“You lied to me!” Slap! Sharp, horrible pain radiated through her ass.
But on some level, she didn’t care. It was Bryce! She wouldn’t die.
And truthfully, she couldn’t remember when she’d earned a spanking more. She deserved this. And she was damned lucky Bryce had followed her.
“I’m sorry!”
“Not yet, you aren’t!”
He wailed on her butt with the paddle, blistering her. Scorching pain lit up her ass, it felt like she was sitting on a red-hot griddle.
While it was the worst pain she’d ever felt on record, she submitted. She didn’t beg him to stop. She took it.
And was actually grateful for it. Bryce loved her. Enough to set limits on her. She’d do anything for him and would never disobey him again. Thank God, he knew her! Thank God, he could see through her games! What if he hadn’t? She could very well be on her way to certain death.
Bryce worked her ass, over and over with the paddle. She jerked with each whack, sweat poured from her body, tears streamed down her face.
©2011, Michelle Carlyle
How are y’all? I’m doing well. I heard a rumor that my next book, Rulebreakers should be released soon. Yay! I can’t wait! You guys will be the first to know.
I have to clean the house and do a million things because we’re having company this weekend and I haven’t done anything to the place since the last time we had people over. And that was back in June. Jeez!
Hope you lovely people have spectacular sex this weekend and you all get great spankings and/or give them to a deserving brat!
Hugs,
Michelle
“Are you sure you’re not being over-protective?” Zoe asked.
Bryce’s thick brows angled hard toward his nose. “Didn’t that firebombing and attempted kidnapping say anything to you? I’m not being paranoid, Zoe. You’re in actual, real danger. I don’t like controlling you. I’m only doing it to keep you alive.”
“Okay, I’m sorry. I just…Roland was super controlling.”
“Ha! You ran him ragged.”
“No way.”
“Ha.”
“No, eventually I got through to him.”
Bryce squeezed her. “No, he gave up. I won’t. I wear the pants in this family. End of story.”
“Yeah, but I let you wear the pants.”
“Whatever your ego needs to hear.”
“Grrrr.”
“Calm down, Tiger Girl. I needed to make a point with you because I have to go away in a few hours.”
“What?” She pushed away to face him. “Wait, you did say that. Where are you going?”
“David is flailing up in the City without me. I have to go up and oversee a job, then take a meeting with a potential client in Sacramento this evening. I’ll stay the night in a hotel and then be back before you wake up tomorrow.”
“You’ll be gone all night?” Her green eyes sparkled with hope.
He almost laughed. Zoe was a terrible actress.
“You almost look happy at the thought.”
She scowled. “No, I’m not happy.” She wrapped her arms around him.
Well, if that didn’t prime her for disobeying him, nothing would. He’d put a secret detail around her and follow her himself. The brat. He’d teach her a lesson she’d never forget.
Zoe kissed Bryce good-bye and then immediately set about trying to figure out how to evade his guys. The stuffed bed gag wouldn’t work a second time.
Or would it? What other tricks did she have? None. But she only had to get out for a few hours. What did she normally do at night? Watch TV in bed.
Well, duh. How perfect was that? She’d set a chair up to block the door and turn up the TV and get out and get back before they knew she was gone. Heeeee! Bryce’s business trip couldn’t have happened at a better time.
Later that night, her heart slamming her breastbone, her legs shaky, she slipped out the sliding glass door to the backyard. Running for the back fence, she was up and over in no time. At the end of the neighbor’s driveway, she found her cab waiting for her. This was so cool!
The cab dropped her off in front of the club. The sidewalk teemed with people. She gave a quick check around, but no one was looking at her. Which was both good and bad, she wore the cutest little black dress. Oh, well.
She found the girls, who hooted upon spotting her. They laughed and drank and danced, really whooping it up. And she felt so deliciously naughty! Bryce was clearly too over protective. A few guys tried to hit on her, but other than normal drooling, no one paid too much attention to her.
An hour into her partying, Zoe needed to use the restroom. On her way back to the table, she was flanked by two very large men in suits: a blond one and a black guy. Her heart nearly stopped.
The blond bruiser pressed something hard and metal into her side. “One move and your friends die.”
A bomb of terror exploded inside her. She was so stupid! The giant blond put his arm around her and escorted her out of the club.
Wild images of her being tortured to death flashed through her mind, her body pulsed with fear. She couldn’t believe Bryce’s warning was coming true.
The big men pushed her into a limo with tinted windows and got in with her.
The black guy pulled a black hood out of his pocket and put it over her head. She cried out in fright.
“No amount of crying or screaming will help you now, lady. So I’d advise you to shut up. Boss doesn’t like crying women. He has a tendency to beat them.”
“Who’s your boss?”
“No questions. You’ll meet him soon enough. And he’s not happy with you. I wouldn’t want to be you.”
She broke into sobs, so freaked out, she couldn’t think straight. The guy turned her around and tied her hands behind her back.
They drove for a while, then the car stopped. The limo door opened and someone got in with them. Sounded like the two big guys got out. She couldn’t tell what was going on.
The limo took off again. She smelled a different cologne. Familiar somehow.
Someone grabbed her by the upper arms and pulled her towards them. She shrieked with fright.
And then she found herself over a man’s lap with her dress hiked up to her back. What?
He hooked his finger around her thong and removed it.
She cried harder.
His body moved and the most harrowing pain rocked her ass. Felt like he hit her with a huge chunk of wood. She yowled. A paddle? What the hell?
On top of Bryce’s earlier spanking, this was excruciating! She screamed.
Her attacker laid down a series of stinging swats with the horrid instrument. She yelled in agony and terror.
“Do you see what happens to bad girls who disobey their men?” he hissed.
Bryce! It was Bryce! She collapsed against him and sobbed with relief. “Oh, thank God!”
“You lied to me!” Slap! Sharp, horrible pain radiated through her ass.
But on some level, she didn’t care. It was Bryce! She wouldn’t die.
And truthfully, she couldn’t remember when she’d earned a spanking more. She deserved this. And she was damned lucky Bryce had followed her.
“I’m sorry!”
“Not yet, you aren’t!”
He wailed on her butt with the paddle, blistering her. Scorching pain lit up her ass, it felt like she was sitting on a red-hot griddle.
While it was the worst pain she’d ever felt on record, she submitted. She didn’t beg him to stop. She took it.
And was actually grateful for it. Bryce loved her. Enough to set limits on her. She’d do anything for him and would never disobey him again. Thank God, he knew her! Thank God, he could see through her games! What if he hadn’t? She could very well be on her way to certain death.
Bryce worked her ass, over and over with the paddle. She jerked with each whack, sweat poured from her body, tears streamed down her face.
©2011, Michelle Carlyle
Friday, July 29, 2011
Frenemies, Part Six
Hellllooooo Spanko Friends!
Michelle here. (really?) I hope you are all having a spectacular summer. Much sympathy goes out to my friends in the center of the country with all that horrid heat. I’m not good in the heat. Which is why I live near the Northern California coast. And because I was born here. Mainly because I was born here because, I have to say, California is not really the place to be. Not anymore. Roads are terrible, schools are falling apart and have dropped to 48th in the nation in ranking and our taxes are super high. But at least our weather is good. I suppose that is some comfort. Plus in the Bay Area, the food rocks. If you’re a foodie. But other than that, I wish I lived somewhere cheaper.
Wait. This is a spanking blog. Not a California blog. So speaking of spanking, I’ve been working out too much and my husband just laid some nice ones on me and wowwwwweeeee, did they hurt. Not fun. My ass muscles are killing me. Different kind of pain. He thought it was very amusing. So he gave my ass a nice grab and again, wowwwwweeee, that hurt. I hope my body adjusts to the new workouts shortly so I can get back to some spanking fun.
Speaking of spanking fun, here’s the next chapter of Frenemies, soon to be found in Pushing Boundaries.
I hope you all have a spank-tastic weekend!
Hugs and love,
Michelle
Shrieking in surprise, Zoe fought him. “Hey! What gives? I haven’t done anything!”
“I know you haven’t. This is a maintenance spanking.” Bryce grabbed the waistband of her sweats and pulled them over her amazing, round, firm ass and down her delicious thighs. His dick turned to steel.
She kicked her legs. “You can’t do this!”
He answered with a nice swat across both of her milk-white buns. She yelled, more angry than in pain. A nice pink handprint appeared on her lovely rear end.
“Bryce! Unfair!”
“I’ll tell you what’s fair,” he said, laying a good one on her left cheek.
She howled. Ever the drama queen.
“I won’t put up with this!” Angry now. Almost an order.
“This is a warning spanking.” He spanked her right cheek, then began a good rhythm, alternating between her two globes.
“Stop!”
“I’m leaving on a business trip in a few hours and I’ll be gone until tomorrow night. I’m reminding you to obey me. Last time I left, you went out for chocolate,” he said, punctuating his sentence with a powerful swat to her sit spots. “And almost got kidnapped.” He increased the intensity of his spanks and aimed for both cheeks at once.
“Owwww! No fair! I haven’t done anything yet!”
“Yet?” He took the opportunity to really give her some hard ones. Her ass was still red, but had just begun to show a few purple dots. Time to finish up.
“I meant I haven’t done anything! At all! No yet!”
“You’d better not be planning anything, either, Missy.” He eased up a tad and worked her ass a bit more, putting the finishing touches on his masterpiece, making sure that no spot remained unspanked.
“I’m not!”
He stopped, but didn’t let her up. He gently rubbed her ass, tantalized by the feel of her hot flesh.
She grumbled and growled, but as he worked out her pain, she began to relax.
He loved this part. The transition from punishment to pleasure. Of course, it was all pleasure to him, but he loved watching her fight herself. She wanted to stay mad. She wanted to pout and threaten him and throw a tantrum. But all it took was a few minutes of his practiced touch and the rabid tiger turned into a purring kitten. A lovely, lush, ripe sex kitten.
As soon as her shoulders loosened and she draped across him, he slipped his hand between her legs.
Predictably, she stiffened and fought him. “No, goddamn it! I’m mad at you!”
He forced her legs further apart and his finger found her hard clit. He smiled. She wanted him badly, but wouldn’t admit it. Not for another few seconds.
“You big dumb jerk! I didn’t deserve...that…oooh.” She arched her back and gave him better access. Then she attempted to close her legs, but he stayed with her. “I’m not liking this! I’m…not. I…ooh. Wow, that is so amazing. No! I am not falling…for…your…oh, God, that feels so good!”
He did little figure-eights over her tiny head and she squealed, this time with pure pleasure. He couldn’t wait to be inside her.
Bryce increased the pace with his finger, luxuriating in the feel of her tender folds, reveling the sexual power he had over her.
All at once, she screamed, her body jerked and she ground her hips into his hand. He worked hard to keep her clit in his control. He loved the way her body spasmed, the heady scent of her sex, the gyrations she made when she came.
When she collapsed, he picked her up, flipped her over and he kissed her red swollen lips, driving his tongue into her sweet mouth. She moaned deep in her throat and looped her arms around his neck. He dominated her, kissing her thoroughly, letting her know that she was his, all his.
He threw her back on the bed, ripped off his pants and dove on top of her. His dick so hard it almost hurt, he slid inside her. At the feel of her tight, slick lips clamping on his shaft, he momentarily lost his train of thought. Gasping, he closed his eyes, his body celebrating the return to his favorite place.
This was where he belonged. Always. Inside her.
All at once, his body took over and he rammed into her softness. She wrapped her legs around his back and arched up against him. Her mouth open, her eyes closed, her long dark lashes laying against the perfect skin of her high cheekbones, she cried out with every thrust.
Blood pounding in his ears, he realized he was about to come. No way. Not yet. He thought of a quick math problem and got control. Driving into her, she growled, then threw her head back against the pillow and screamed, loud and long. Her sex pulsed around him, sending exquisite pleasure coursing through his tool and body.
He rammed into her again and again and when she came even harder, he couldn’t take it and blew inside her. The orgasm wrenched from his body, he cried out and threw himself into her, plowing her sweet folds with abandon.
He thrust inside her long after he’d come, not wanting to part from her amazing body.
Finally, Bryce fell next to her, breathing hard, his body covered in sweat. She snuggled next to him and bit him on the neck sending a strong wave of lust rushing through him.
Then she pushed away. “Why am I being nice to you? You jerk. That hurt. That spanking. When I didn’t even do anything.”
He angled a glance at her. “If you weren’t trying to pull something over on me all the time, perhaps I wouldn’t feel like you needed warning spankings.”
“When have I tried to pull something over on you? Lately, I mean.”
He laughed. “Lately, she says, when we’ve only been together three weeks.”
“Still. You made your message clear that first time.”
He brought her to him and hugged her. “I need to keep you safe. Now that I have you, I can’t imagine life without you.”
©2011, Michelle Carlyle
Michelle here. (really?) I hope you are all having a spectacular summer. Much sympathy goes out to my friends in the center of the country with all that horrid heat. I’m not good in the heat. Which is why I live near the Northern California coast. And because I was born here. Mainly because I was born here because, I have to say, California is not really the place to be. Not anymore. Roads are terrible, schools are falling apart and have dropped to 48th in the nation in ranking and our taxes are super high. But at least our weather is good. I suppose that is some comfort. Plus in the Bay Area, the food rocks. If you’re a foodie. But other than that, I wish I lived somewhere cheaper.
Wait. This is a spanking blog. Not a California blog. So speaking of spanking, I’ve been working out too much and my husband just laid some nice ones on me and wowwwwweeeee, did they hurt. Not fun. My ass muscles are killing me. Different kind of pain. He thought it was very amusing. So he gave my ass a nice grab and again, wowwwwweeee, that hurt. I hope my body adjusts to the new workouts shortly so I can get back to some spanking fun.
Speaking of spanking fun, here’s the next chapter of Frenemies, soon to be found in Pushing Boundaries.
I hope you all have a spank-tastic weekend!
Hugs and love,
Michelle
Shrieking in surprise, Zoe fought him. “Hey! What gives? I haven’t done anything!”
“I know you haven’t. This is a maintenance spanking.” Bryce grabbed the waistband of her sweats and pulled them over her amazing, round, firm ass and down her delicious thighs. His dick turned to steel.
She kicked her legs. “You can’t do this!”
He answered with a nice swat across both of her milk-white buns. She yelled, more angry than in pain. A nice pink handprint appeared on her lovely rear end.
“Bryce! Unfair!”
“I’ll tell you what’s fair,” he said, laying a good one on her left cheek.
She howled. Ever the drama queen.
“I won’t put up with this!” Angry now. Almost an order.
“This is a warning spanking.” He spanked her right cheek, then began a good rhythm, alternating between her two globes.
“Stop!”
“I’m leaving on a business trip in a few hours and I’ll be gone until tomorrow night. I’m reminding you to obey me. Last time I left, you went out for chocolate,” he said, punctuating his sentence with a powerful swat to her sit spots. “And almost got kidnapped.” He increased the intensity of his spanks and aimed for both cheeks at once.
“Owwww! No fair! I haven’t done anything yet!”
“Yet?” He took the opportunity to really give her some hard ones. Her ass was still red, but had just begun to show a few purple dots. Time to finish up.
“I meant I haven’t done anything! At all! No yet!”
“You’d better not be planning anything, either, Missy.” He eased up a tad and worked her ass a bit more, putting the finishing touches on his masterpiece, making sure that no spot remained unspanked.
“I’m not!”
He stopped, but didn’t let her up. He gently rubbed her ass, tantalized by the feel of her hot flesh.
She grumbled and growled, but as he worked out her pain, she began to relax.
He loved this part. The transition from punishment to pleasure. Of course, it was all pleasure to him, but he loved watching her fight herself. She wanted to stay mad. She wanted to pout and threaten him and throw a tantrum. But all it took was a few minutes of his practiced touch and the rabid tiger turned into a purring kitten. A lovely, lush, ripe sex kitten.
As soon as her shoulders loosened and she draped across him, he slipped his hand between her legs.
Predictably, she stiffened and fought him. “No, goddamn it! I’m mad at you!”
He forced her legs further apart and his finger found her hard clit. He smiled. She wanted him badly, but wouldn’t admit it. Not for another few seconds.
“You big dumb jerk! I didn’t deserve...that…oooh.” She arched her back and gave him better access. Then she attempted to close her legs, but he stayed with her. “I’m not liking this! I’m…not. I…ooh. Wow, that is so amazing. No! I am not falling…for…your…oh, God, that feels so good!”
He did little figure-eights over her tiny head and she squealed, this time with pure pleasure. He couldn’t wait to be inside her.
Bryce increased the pace with his finger, luxuriating in the feel of her tender folds, reveling the sexual power he had over her.
All at once, she screamed, her body jerked and she ground her hips into his hand. He worked hard to keep her clit in his control. He loved the way her body spasmed, the heady scent of her sex, the gyrations she made when she came.
When she collapsed, he picked her up, flipped her over and he kissed her red swollen lips, driving his tongue into her sweet mouth. She moaned deep in her throat and looped her arms around his neck. He dominated her, kissing her thoroughly, letting her know that she was his, all his.
He threw her back on the bed, ripped off his pants and dove on top of her. His dick so hard it almost hurt, he slid inside her. At the feel of her tight, slick lips clamping on his shaft, he momentarily lost his train of thought. Gasping, he closed his eyes, his body celebrating the return to his favorite place.
This was where he belonged. Always. Inside her.
All at once, his body took over and he rammed into her softness. She wrapped her legs around his back and arched up against him. Her mouth open, her eyes closed, her long dark lashes laying against the perfect skin of her high cheekbones, she cried out with every thrust.
Blood pounding in his ears, he realized he was about to come. No way. Not yet. He thought of a quick math problem and got control. Driving into her, she growled, then threw her head back against the pillow and screamed, loud and long. Her sex pulsed around him, sending exquisite pleasure coursing through his tool and body.
He rammed into her again and again and when she came even harder, he couldn’t take it and blew inside her. The orgasm wrenched from his body, he cried out and threw himself into her, plowing her sweet folds with abandon.
He thrust inside her long after he’d come, not wanting to part from her amazing body.
Finally, Bryce fell next to her, breathing hard, his body covered in sweat. She snuggled next to him and bit him on the neck sending a strong wave of lust rushing through him.
Then she pushed away. “Why am I being nice to you? You jerk. That hurt. That spanking. When I didn’t even do anything.”
He angled a glance at her. “If you weren’t trying to pull something over on me all the time, perhaps I wouldn’t feel like you needed warning spankings.”
“When have I tried to pull something over on you? Lately, I mean.”
He laughed. “Lately, she says, when we’ve only been together three weeks.”
“Still. You made your message clear that first time.”
He brought her to him and hugged her. “I need to keep you safe. Now that I have you, I can’t imagine life without you.”
©2011, Michelle Carlyle
Friday, July 22, 2011
Frenemies, Part Five
Hey Friends!
How are you? I’m doing well. Here’s the next installment of Frenemies. Originally, when this story appeared on the website, Discipline and Desire, I wrote it as a series of three stories to be run consecutively, yet as stand alone works. The original title for this middle part was The Secret Mission. Sometimes I’ll do that, take a more episodic approach to the stories, like I did with Gerry and Rob. Speaking of my old friends, I should probably do a few more stories with them, to see what they’ve been up to. Since Gerry never learns her lesson and will never understand that she’s a reckless menace—like Zoe and so many other of my characters—there is always plenty of fodder for the spanking mill with those people. And now, onto the show.
Have a great weekend!
Hugs and love,
Michelle
“What? Does he have a bridle on you and reins?” Karen demanded. “A muzzle? Handcuffs?”
“Practically,” Zoe said with a snort.
“You have to get out of there and come dancing with us.”
“I want to, believe me. But there’s no way Bryce is gonna let me.”
“You’ve been tamed.”
Zoe moved the phone from one ear to the other and plopped down on her bed. “No. There’s extenuating circumstances I can’t discuss. Consequences from Roland’s death.”
“Are you in danger or something? From what happened to your store? That fire?”
“I can’t talk about it.” She stretched out on the bed. She caught the scent of Bryce’s cologne on her comforter. A little zing went through her sex. Their early morning wake-up sex session had been nothing short of spectacular.
“You have to come out and see us. I need the whole story and now.”
“Honestly, Karen, I can’t. He’s got guards on me.”
“So you are in danger?”
“Let me put it this way, I’m talking to you on a prepaid phone, one Bryce doesn’t know about because he’s monitoring all my calls for threats.”
“Damn, that is scary. Maybe you shouldn’t come out.”
Zoe ran her hands through her short hair. “But I’m not sure if there is any danger. I almost got kidnapped a few weeks ago, they caught the guys and supposedly took care of them. And nothing’s happened since. Not that Bryce lets me out of his sight. Ever since we got involved he’s turned into even more of a dictator. I wish I could tell his paranoia from the actual threat of danger.”
“So are you being followed?” Karen asked.
“I don’t know. I don’t know how they could miss me with this giant entourage that follows me everywhere I go. You’d think I was the President.”
“Well, then you can’t come out, can you?” Her friend sounded very disappointed.
About as disappointed as Zoe. “Doesn’t look good.”
“Bummer. Gary Gates is playing.”
She gasped. Her favorite local band! “I’ll be there.”
Karen laughed. “Are you sure? How can you slip out of there if you’ve got a guard detail on you?”
“I’ll figure something out. I have to. Is he playing at Bongo’s?”
“Yeah. Nine o’clock, we’re all meeting there at seven tonight to get a good table.”
“Okay, don’t expect me, but I’ll try my best to get there.”
“Don’t get in too much trouble.”
“When have I ever got in too much trouble?”
“When have you not got in too much trouble?”
Zoe giggled.
She hung up the phone and bit her lip. Damn, she wanted to go. But how? Bryce watched her every move. It was hard enough to hide the prepaid phone from him. But there was no way she wanted him overhearing her conversations with her girls. And good thing, too, if she was to sneak away from him that night. But how?
But she didn’t want to be stupid, either. No way did she want to put herself in danger. She’d dance around the subject and see what information she could get out of him. Had to be careful, though, Bryce could read her mind.
Zoe was up to something. Bryce smelled it the moment he laid eyes on her. More than likely it had to do with her girlfriends. He’d overheard her on her “secret” phone, moments before, talking to Karen. He wished she’d come straight out and deal with her issues directly with him, but the girl was a game player. She’d played his best friend, Roland, until he was on the carpet, barking like a dog. Bryce had known all along what she needed. And now he was giving it to her. He grinned and a charge went through his cock. He’d never enjoyed sex more than with Zoe. Dynamite, inventive and crazy.
But unfortunately, the sparks that made her such a delicious lover, also made her a tornado of trouble. He barely had her under control. Perhaps it was time to buy the paddle.
“What?” she asked, a slight furrow in her brow. A flash of fear went through her green eyes.
“You tell me,” he said flatly.
“Nothin’, why?”
He held her gaze and allowed some darkness to show.
She averted her eyes. Another strong tell. But what was she up to?
Karen probably asked her to go out with the girls. He smiled inwardly. Such the perfect opportunity to teach her a lesson. Yes, he’d go right out and pick up a paddle. Maybe a riding crop. Maybe a whole slew of implements.
“You seem pensive.” He walked over, sat next to her on the bed and took her hand. “What’s troubling you?”
“Nothing. I…”
“Yes?”
“Okay, so what kind of danger am I still in? Do you have any guess when I can start thinking about reopening the store?”
“I’m not sure. We’re still trying to track down who made the threats.”
“I thought you’d found out when you caught those guys who tried to kidnap me.”
“They were hired by someone. And as it turns out, they don’t know who it was.”
“They didn’t know who they were working for?”
“Mercenaries work that way sometimes.”
“Jeez.”
“Why? Do you want to go out with the girls or something?”
All the color left her face. He had to cough back some laughter.
“No,” she said, her voice cracking. Then an abrupt change in her demeanor. Outwardly, she tried to look relaxed. But her heart was beating so fast, he could see the pulse in her neck.
He lightly stroked the back of her slender hand. “It’s been awhile, I know you must miss them.”
“Nah. I’d rather be here with you,” she said unconvincingly.
“I wish you could, Zoe. I wish I could keep you safe in a club. But it would take too many men and I don’t have them right now.”
“No, it’s cool. I don’t want to go out.”
He studied her. Why did she feel compelled to lie to him? He didn’t know, but he would break her of the habit. First, a warning.
Before she could react, he grabbed her and hauled her across his lap.
©2011, Michelle Carlyle
How are you? I’m doing well. Here’s the next installment of Frenemies. Originally, when this story appeared on the website, Discipline and Desire, I wrote it as a series of three stories to be run consecutively, yet as stand alone works. The original title for this middle part was The Secret Mission. Sometimes I’ll do that, take a more episodic approach to the stories, like I did with Gerry and Rob. Speaking of my old friends, I should probably do a few more stories with them, to see what they’ve been up to. Since Gerry never learns her lesson and will never understand that she’s a reckless menace—like Zoe and so many other of my characters—there is always plenty of fodder for the spanking mill with those people. And now, onto the show.
Have a great weekend!
Hugs and love,
Michelle
“What? Does he have a bridle on you and reins?” Karen demanded. “A muzzle? Handcuffs?”
“Practically,” Zoe said with a snort.
“You have to get out of there and come dancing with us.”
“I want to, believe me. But there’s no way Bryce is gonna let me.”
“You’ve been tamed.”
Zoe moved the phone from one ear to the other and plopped down on her bed. “No. There’s extenuating circumstances I can’t discuss. Consequences from Roland’s death.”
“Are you in danger or something? From what happened to your store? That fire?”
“I can’t talk about it.” She stretched out on the bed. She caught the scent of Bryce’s cologne on her comforter. A little zing went through her sex. Their early morning wake-up sex session had been nothing short of spectacular.
“You have to come out and see us. I need the whole story and now.”
“Honestly, Karen, I can’t. He’s got guards on me.”
“So you are in danger?”
“Let me put it this way, I’m talking to you on a prepaid phone, one Bryce doesn’t know about because he’s monitoring all my calls for threats.”
“Damn, that is scary. Maybe you shouldn’t come out.”
Zoe ran her hands through her short hair. “But I’m not sure if there is any danger. I almost got kidnapped a few weeks ago, they caught the guys and supposedly took care of them. And nothing’s happened since. Not that Bryce lets me out of his sight. Ever since we got involved he’s turned into even more of a dictator. I wish I could tell his paranoia from the actual threat of danger.”
“So are you being followed?” Karen asked.
“I don’t know. I don’t know how they could miss me with this giant entourage that follows me everywhere I go. You’d think I was the President.”
“Well, then you can’t come out, can you?” Her friend sounded very disappointed.
About as disappointed as Zoe. “Doesn’t look good.”
“Bummer. Gary Gates is playing.”
She gasped. Her favorite local band! “I’ll be there.”
Karen laughed. “Are you sure? How can you slip out of there if you’ve got a guard detail on you?”
“I’ll figure something out. I have to. Is he playing at Bongo’s?”
“Yeah. Nine o’clock, we’re all meeting there at seven tonight to get a good table.”
“Okay, don’t expect me, but I’ll try my best to get there.”
“Don’t get in too much trouble.”
“When have I ever got in too much trouble?”
“When have you not got in too much trouble?”
Zoe giggled.
She hung up the phone and bit her lip. Damn, she wanted to go. But how? Bryce watched her every move. It was hard enough to hide the prepaid phone from him. But there was no way she wanted him overhearing her conversations with her girls. And good thing, too, if she was to sneak away from him that night. But how?
But she didn’t want to be stupid, either. No way did she want to put herself in danger. She’d dance around the subject and see what information she could get out of him. Had to be careful, though, Bryce could read her mind.
Zoe was up to something. Bryce smelled it the moment he laid eyes on her. More than likely it had to do with her girlfriends. He’d overheard her on her “secret” phone, moments before, talking to Karen. He wished she’d come straight out and deal with her issues directly with him, but the girl was a game player. She’d played his best friend, Roland, until he was on the carpet, barking like a dog. Bryce had known all along what she needed. And now he was giving it to her. He grinned and a charge went through his cock. He’d never enjoyed sex more than with Zoe. Dynamite, inventive and crazy.
But unfortunately, the sparks that made her such a delicious lover, also made her a tornado of trouble. He barely had her under control. Perhaps it was time to buy the paddle.
“What?” she asked, a slight furrow in her brow. A flash of fear went through her green eyes.
“You tell me,” he said flatly.
“Nothin’, why?”
He held her gaze and allowed some darkness to show.
She averted her eyes. Another strong tell. But what was she up to?
Karen probably asked her to go out with the girls. He smiled inwardly. Such the perfect opportunity to teach her a lesson. Yes, he’d go right out and pick up a paddle. Maybe a riding crop. Maybe a whole slew of implements.
“You seem pensive.” He walked over, sat next to her on the bed and took her hand. “What’s troubling you?”
“Nothing. I…”
“Yes?”
“Okay, so what kind of danger am I still in? Do you have any guess when I can start thinking about reopening the store?”
“I’m not sure. We’re still trying to track down who made the threats.”
“I thought you’d found out when you caught those guys who tried to kidnap me.”
“They were hired by someone. And as it turns out, they don’t know who it was.”
“They didn’t know who they were working for?”
“Mercenaries work that way sometimes.”
“Jeez.”
“Why? Do you want to go out with the girls or something?”
All the color left her face. He had to cough back some laughter.
“No,” she said, her voice cracking. Then an abrupt change in her demeanor. Outwardly, she tried to look relaxed. But her heart was beating so fast, he could see the pulse in her neck.
He lightly stroked the back of her slender hand. “It’s been awhile, I know you must miss them.”
“Nah. I’d rather be here with you,” she said unconvincingly.
“I wish you could, Zoe. I wish I could keep you safe in a club. But it would take too many men and I don’t have them right now.”
“No, it’s cool. I don’t want to go out.”
He studied her. Why did she feel compelled to lie to him? He didn’t know, but he would break her of the habit. First, a warning.
Before she could react, he grabbed her and hauled her across his lap.
©2011, Michelle Carlyle
Friday, July 15, 2011
Frenemies, Part Four
Hey Spankos!
Michelle here, wishing I was playing pinball instead of working. Last weekend was a blast. Pinball, fucking and spanking. WHEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!
Enough, now I’m back to reality and have been working like a dog all week. A typing and writing dog. So here is the next part of Frenemies, soon to be found in a collection of my stories called Pushing Boundaries.
Hugs to all you great people out there!
Michelle
Zoë let out a scream that echoed throughout the neighborhood. A thug clamped a hand over her mouth and both of them dragged her towards their vehicle.
She bit the man’s hand and he yowled and let go.
“Help! Fire! Help! Jake! Gil! Help!”
The two men started running with her, dragging her toward an awaiting van.
All of a sudden, Jake and Gil attacked her assailants and she was in the middle of a brawl.
As soon as the jerks let go of her, she ran for her place. Lying next to her wooden fence was the bag of chocolate. Swooping it up, she tossed it over and hopped up. Glancing behind her, Jake and Gil had the men on the ground. Thank God!
She jumped down into her yard, bent down and grabbed her chocolate. Turning towards the house, suddenly she was facing Bryce. She gasped.
He looked totally freaked out. “What the hell is going on?”
“Uh…heard a noise like a cat in trouble and I looked over the fence and these two guys grabbed me.”
Bryce’s eyes practically popped out of his head. “What?”
“Yeah and Jake and Gil saved me. They got the guys right now.”
Just then, Jake and Gil appeared at the top of the fence. They climbed over.
Jake said, “They were Mike Harley’s guys. We stripped them of their weapons and wallets.” He showed Bryce his loot.
“Where are they now?” Bryce asked.
“We let ‘em go,” Gil said. “What were we gonna do with ‘em in daylight? Zoë’s screams got the whole neighborhood involved.”
“You sure they were Mike’s guys?” Bryce demanded.
“I recognized them both,” Jake reported.
“Good work. This is the best break we’ve got so far.”
Jake turned to her. “So…Zoë. How—”
Damn it! He was going to tell on her! “Thanks so much for saving me, you guys. I’ll forever be in your debt. But if you’ll excuse me, I need to use the restroom.”
She hustled by the men, careful to hide her bag of chocolate as best she could. She ran all the way into the house, ditched the bag under the bed and rushed into her bathroom. She locked the door. She didn’t have to go, but they didn’t know that.
She thought she heard Bryce yell. She hoped she was wrong. A split second later, the doorknob wiggled.
“Zoë! You get out of there!”
“Uh…I’m busy.”
“The hell you are! Open this door NOW!”
“But I’m—”
The door burst open and Bryce stood there, his face red, his eyes wild. “Are you out of your mind? What the hell were you doing? Where the hell did you go?”
She toed the rug. “I…”
“Where’s the bag? What the hell was so important that you put your life on the line to buy it?”
She couldn’t look at him.
He grabbed her by the arm and dragged her across the room. She expected him to force her to show him the bag. But a second later, she found herself across his lap.
Oh, no!
Even worse, he grabbed her jeans and pulled them off, along with her undies. The most harrowing pain blazed her ass. She cried out in surprise. It hurt like he hit her with a wooden plank. Was that just his hand?
Bryce laid into her butt with powerful swats. Her ass roasting, she’d never experienced this kind of agony before.
“I’m sorry!”
“What (swat) did (spank) you buy?” he demanded, spanking her with scary force.
“Nothing!”
Which was probably the dumbest response she could have come up with.
He lit into her harder and faster, making her shriek. Sobbing, she could barely get a breath before he spanked her again. Excruciating!
“What did you buy?”
“Chocolate!”
He stopped. “What?”
“Chocolate. I needed chocolate.”
“You almost died for chocolate?” He seared her ass with fiery spanks, her butt burned with raw, horrible pain.
“I’m sorry!”
“What part of ‘stay here’, didn’t you understand?” he demanded, punctuating each word with a nasty swat to her aching buns.
“I won’t do it again!”
“You’re damn right, you won’t!” He yanked her up and cradled her, then kissed her almost as hard as he’d spanked her.
He pushed away with a tortured expression. “I couldn’t stand it if I lost you. Not when I’ve finally got you. After all these years of wanting you and not being able to have you, you can’t do this to me.”
“I’m sorry,” she sniffed. “I thought I could get to the store and back without a problem.”
He blinked as if he couldn’t believe what she said and anger flared in his gaze again. “Were you the one whose shop was firebombed? Weren’t you the one who got shot at?”
“Yeah, but—”
“But what? For chocolate? I could have brought you some.”
“You weren’t supposed to be back until late. I tried the Internet, I begged Jake and Gil, I tried everything.”
He narrowed his dark eyes. “Except for waiting.”
She twisted her mouth to one side and looked away. “Yeah, well it won’t happen again.”
“You bet your bruised little ass it won’t. I’m laying down the law with you, lady. You listen to me and obey me to the letter or you’ll find yourself over my lap. I may even buy myself a paddle if you keep up this kind of crap. I know what you did to Roland. I know how hard you pushed him. Well, I won’t take that kind of shit from you. Don’t look at me like that. You knew I was like this before you committed to me.”
She chewed on her lower lip. “I did. I just…”
“Thought you could manipulate me? That by screwing my brains out, somehow you’d gain control over me?”
She shrugged. “Worked in the past with the other guys.”
“I’m not the other guys. You’ve met your match with me, girl. Your days of manipulation and mind-control are over. I’m in charge now and you do what I say.”
She sent him a look that told him he was completely deluded.
His gaze gleamed with challenge. “I know. You think you’ll win. But you’ve never been with anyone like me before.”
The bigger they are, the harder they fall.
His gaze turned amused and lusty. “Brat.” He leaned in and kissed her. He commanded her mouth, thoroughly exploring her with his amazing tongue. Her mind spun with lust for him.
He pushed her back on the bed and unbuttoned her blouse with a wicked little glint in his eye. God, he was so hot.
And completely overestimating his hold on her.
But he’d learn.
©2011, Michelle Carlyle
Michelle here, wishing I was playing pinball instead of working. Last weekend was a blast. Pinball, fucking and spanking. WHEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!
Enough, now I’m back to reality and have been working like a dog all week. A typing and writing dog. So here is the next part of Frenemies, soon to be found in a collection of my stories called Pushing Boundaries.
Hugs to all you great people out there!
Michelle
Zoë let out a scream that echoed throughout the neighborhood. A thug clamped a hand over her mouth and both of them dragged her towards their vehicle.
She bit the man’s hand and he yowled and let go.
“Help! Fire! Help! Jake! Gil! Help!”
The two men started running with her, dragging her toward an awaiting van.
All of a sudden, Jake and Gil attacked her assailants and she was in the middle of a brawl.
As soon as the jerks let go of her, she ran for her place. Lying next to her wooden fence was the bag of chocolate. Swooping it up, she tossed it over and hopped up. Glancing behind her, Jake and Gil had the men on the ground. Thank God!
She jumped down into her yard, bent down and grabbed her chocolate. Turning towards the house, suddenly she was facing Bryce. She gasped.
He looked totally freaked out. “What the hell is going on?”
“Uh…heard a noise like a cat in trouble and I looked over the fence and these two guys grabbed me.”
Bryce’s eyes practically popped out of his head. “What?”
“Yeah and Jake and Gil saved me. They got the guys right now.”
Just then, Jake and Gil appeared at the top of the fence. They climbed over.
Jake said, “They were Mike Harley’s guys. We stripped them of their weapons and wallets.” He showed Bryce his loot.
“Where are they now?” Bryce asked.
“We let ‘em go,” Gil said. “What were we gonna do with ‘em in daylight? Zoë’s screams got the whole neighborhood involved.”
“You sure they were Mike’s guys?” Bryce demanded.
“I recognized them both,” Jake reported.
“Good work. This is the best break we’ve got so far.”
Jake turned to her. “So…Zoë. How—”
Damn it! He was going to tell on her! “Thanks so much for saving me, you guys. I’ll forever be in your debt. But if you’ll excuse me, I need to use the restroom.”
She hustled by the men, careful to hide her bag of chocolate as best she could. She ran all the way into the house, ditched the bag under the bed and rushed into her bathroom. She locked the door. She didn’t have to go, but they didn’t know that.
She thought she heard Bryce yell. She hoped she was wrong. A split second later, the doorknob wiggled.
“Zoë! You get out of there!”
“Uh…I’m busy.”
“The hell you are! Open this door NOW!”
“But I’m—”
The door burst open and Bryce stood there, his face red, his eyes wild. “Are you out of your mind? What the hell were you doing? Where the hell did you go?”
She toed the rug. “I…”
“Where’s the bag? What the hell was so important that you put your life on the line to buy it?”
She couldn’t look at him.
He grabbed her by the arm and dragged her across the room. She expected him to force her to show him the bag. But a second later, she found herself across his lap.
Oh, no!
Even worse, he grabbed her jeans and pulled them off, along with her undies. The most harrowing pain blazed her ass. She cried out in surprise. It hurt like he hit her with a wooden plank. Was that just his hand?
Bryce laid into her butt with powerful swats. Her ass roasting, she’d never experienced this kind of agony before.
“I’m sorry!”
“What (swat) did (spank) you buy?” he demanded, spanking her with scary force.
“Nothing!”
Which was probably the dumbest response she could have come up with.
He lit into her harder and faster, making her shriek. Sobbing, she could barely get a breath before he spanked her again. Excruciating!
“What did you buy?”
“Chocolate!”
He stopped. “What?”
“Chocolate. I needed chocolate.”
“You almost died for chocolate?” He seared her ass with fiery spanks, her butt burned with raw, horrible pain.
“I’m sorry!”
“What part of ‘stay here’, didn’t you understand?” he demanded, punctuating each word with a nasty swat to her aching buns.
“I won’t do it again!”
“You’re damn right, you won’t!” He yanked her up and cradled her, then kissed her almost as hard as he’d spanked her.
He pushed away with a tortured expression. “I couldn’t stand it if I lost you. Not when I’ve finally got you. After all these years of wanting you and not being able to have you, you can’t do this to me.”
“I’m sorry,” she sniffed. “I thought I could get to the store and back without a problem.”
He blinked as if he couldn’t believe what she said and anger flared in his gaze again. “Were you the one whose shop was firebombed? Weren’t you the one who got shot at?”
“Yeah, but—”
“But what? For chocolate? I could have brought you some.”
“You weren’t supposed to be back until late. I tried the Internet, I begged Jake and Gil, I tried everything.”
He narrowed his dark eyes. “Except for waiting.”
She twisted her mouth to one side and looked away. “Yeah, well it won’t happen again.”
“You bet your bruised little ass it won’t. I’m laying down the law with you, lady. You listen to me and obey me to the letter or you’ll find yourself over my lap. I may even buy myself a paddle if you keep up this kind of crap. I know what you did to Roland. I know how hard you pushed him. Well, I won’t take that kind of shit from you. Don’t look at me like that. You knew I was like this before you committed to me.”
She chewed on her lower lip. “I did. I just…”
“Thought you could manipulate me? That by screwing my brains out, somehow you’d gain control over me?”
She shrugged. “Worked in the past with the other guys.”
“I’m not the other guys. You’ve met your match with me, girl. Your days of manipulation and mind-control are over. I’m in charge now and you do what I say.”
She sent him a look that told him he was completely deluded.
His gaze gleamed with challenge. “I know. You think you’ll win. But you’ve never been with anyone like me before.”
The bigger they are, the harder they fall.
His gaze turned amused and lusty. “Brat.” He leaned in and kissed her. He commanded her mouth, thoroughly exploring her with his amazing tongue. Her mind spun with lust for him.
He pushed her back on the bed and unbuttoned her blouse with a wicked little glint in his eye. God, he was so hot.
And completely overestimating his hold on her.
But he’d learn.
©2011, Michelle Carlyle
Friday, July 8, 2011
Frenemies, Part Three
Heeellllloooooo Out There in Cyberspace!!!
Michelle here. Actually running out the door for a vacation of pinball and fucking. Not necessarily in that order. Collectors bring their arcade and pinball machines, set them on free play and people like me pay 35 bucks to play them all day. From 11am to 2am. I usually conk out early. And the noise is deafening. But man, is it fun. Well, to me, anyway. And the Hubby loves it and we get to have hotel sex and the room’s got a cool balcony. Very excited.
So here is Part Three of Frenemies, soon to be found in Pushing Boundaries, a new collection of my stories.
Hugs to all you lovely people!
Michelle
An explosion of hormones, love and pent desire of epic proportions blew her mind apart. She’d so longed for this man. He tasted amazing, he smelled intoxicating and his body felt like heaven on top of hers. His steely tool pressed against her belly, she couldn’t wait to have him inside. She wanted him. All of him and right then.
He stopped the kiss and pulled away with a tortured expression. “Does this mean you’re committing to me?”
“Yes,” she cried and pulled on him.
He fought her. “Does this mean you love me?” he demanded.
“Oh, God, yes!”
He groaned, “God, I love you, Zoë.” Then his mouth closed on hers.
Within a heart beat, they were both naked.
When she finally saw his rock hard tool, she gasped. “Oh, my God, you have such a beautiful cock.” Fully erect, he had to be eight inches long of pure steel. Awe-inspiring.
“No, you’re the one who’s beautiful. More than I imagined, Zoë,” he rasped.
He kissed her breasts as if he revered them. She felt starved for him. She took hold of his cock and reveled in the feel of the length of him in her hand.
She tried to pull him on top, but he sent her an evil look. “No way. I’m in charge now. And I intend to tease you some more.”
She sent him a saucy grin, wiggled quickly into place so his cock was right where she wanted it. She opened her legs and he moaned.
“Goddamn you.” He clearly couldn’t help himself and thrust inside her.
She took in a huge lungful of air, surprised and delighted in the feel of huge tool sliding into her. A split second later, she launched into the stratosphere. Coming so hard, it felt like her body blew apart.
Screaming, she fought him, wanting him so badly, but the pleasure was so excruciating, she wanted it to stop too. He took hold of her wrists and powered into her. A kaleidoscope of bright lights flashed through her mind and she lost track of time and space. All she could think of was Bryce and his magic cock.
He built his pace and went deeper; she howled with rapture. He jerked and shuddered with his release, crying out, loud and long. She collapsed to the bed, spent.
A few minutes later, they were at it again. Eight hours later, they spoke their first intelligible words to each other. She snuggled against his sweaty side and giggled.
“I have no brain. You fucked my brains out.”
He laughed and squeezed her. “They were just in the way, anyway.”
“I don’t think I’ve ever had this much sex in my life.”
“Me, neither.”
“Really?”
He kissed her on the temple. “You inspire me.”
She chuckled and hugged him harder. “Well, now I know why you always bugged me so much.”
“Brat. All those years of torment. Now I finally feel even. Finally have control of you.”
“I hate to burst your bubble, but why the hell would you think that?”
“Because you want to please me.”
“True.”
“And if you tease me or taunt me, I’ll chase you down, spank you and then fuck you until you’re compliant.”
A thrill went through her loins. “You liked spanking me.”
“More than you could know. You can’t imagine my fantasies over the years. Especially when you spilled that wine on my new four hundred dollar shirt.”
She snorted. “That was your fault for spending so much on a stupid shirt.”
He grabbed her, pulled her on top of him and smacked her butt with a series of sharp swats.
“Ow!” She giggled.
“Brat,” he said, kissing her.
The next morning, Bryce got a call early. And he didn’t look happy about it.
“What?” she asked.
“I have to go to a meeting.”
“Something bad at work?”
“Could be. Nothing for you to worry about. Jake will be here and so will Gil. But still not enough men to protect you if you left. You need to stay here. You hear me?”
“I hear you,” she said glumly.
He tucked his finger under her chin and kissed her. “Now be good.”
“When will you be back?”
“Not until late. Don’t hold dinner for me.”
“Jeez.”
“Don’t worry. Tomorrow I’ll have more guys and we can take a nice long walk and go shopping, okay?”
She brightened. “Okay!”
He laughed and kissed her.
Mid-way through the day, Zoë encountered a problem. She was all out of chocolate. She had no idea how she’d managed to finish it without noticing. She scoured her pantry, but found none. And she was dying for some.
She tried to cajole her bodyguards into taking her to the store. No go. Then she begged for one of them to go out for her. But Bryce had ordered two guards to be with her at all times. She went online and tried to get the store to deliver, but they couldn’t make it until the next day. Finally, she got pissed. It was only three blocks to the store. What could possibly happen in three bloody blocks?
She informed the men she’d be taking a long nap and not to interrupt her. She stuffed her bed, eased the sliding glass door open and flew across the yard and hopped the back fence. She dropped into the parking lot for the condo complex behind her. And waited. She heard nothing.
Victorious, she walked to the store and bought a large bag of various kinds of chocolate. A little spring in her step, she headed home.
As she walked into the condo complex behind her house, tires screeched behind her. She swung around. Two huge men in suits wearing sunglasses leapt out of a dark SUV and rushed toward her.
Her heart nearly stopped from fright. Screaming, she turned and ran into the complex. “Fire! Help! Fire!” she bellowed.
Just as she reached her back fence, the goons grabbed her.
©2011, Michelle Carlyle
Michelle here. Actually running out the door for a vacation of pinball and fucking. Not necessarily in that order. Collectors bring their arcade and pinball machines, set them on free play and people like me pay 35 bucks to play them all day. From 11am to 2am. I usually conk out early. And the noise is deafening. But man, is it fun. Well, to me, anyway. And the Hubby loves it and we get to have hotel sex and the room’s got a cool balcony. Very excited.
So here is Part Three of Frenemies, soon to be found in Pushing Boundaries, a new collection of my stories.
Hugs to all you lovely people!
Michelle
An explosion of hormones, love and pent desire of epic proportions blew her mind apart. She’d so longed for this man. He tasted amazing, he smelled intoxicating and his body felt like heaven on top of hers. His steely tool pressed against her belly, she couldn’t wait to have him inside. She wanted him. All of him and right then.
He stopped the kiss and pulled away with a tortured expression. “Does this mean you’re committing to me?”
“Yes,” she cried and pulled on him.
He fought her. “Does this mean you love me?” he demanded.
“Oh, God, yes!”
He groaned, “God, I love you, Zoë.” Then his mouth closed on hers.
Within a heart beat, they were both naked.
When she finally saw his rock hard tool, she gasped. “Oh, my God, you have such a beautiful cock.” Fully erect, he had to be eight inches long of pure steel. Awe-inspiring.
“No, you’re the one who’s beautiful. More than I imagined, Zoë,” he rasped.
He kissed her breasts as if he revered them. She felt starved for him. She took hold of his cock and reveled in the feel of the length of him in her hand.
She tried to pull him on top, but he sent her an evil look. “No way. I’m in charge now. And I intend to tease you some more.”
She sent him a saucy grin, wiggled quickly into place so his cock was right where she wanted it. She opened her legs and he moaned.
“Goddamn you.” He clearly couldn’t help himself and thrust inside her.
She took in a huge lungful of air, surprised and delighted in the feel of huge tool sliding into her. A split second later, she launched into the stratosphere. Coming so hard, it felt like her body blew apart.
Screaming, she fought him, wanting him so badly, but the pleasure was so excruciating, she wanted it to stop too. He took hold of her wrists and powered into her. A kaleidoscope of bright lights flashed through her mind and she lost track of time and space. All she could think of was Bryce and his magic cock.
He built his pace and went deeper; she howled with rapture. He jerked and shuddered with his release, crying out, loud and long. She collapsed to the bed, spent.
A few minutes later, they were at it again. Eight hours later, they spoke their first intelligible words to each other. She snuggled against his sweaty side and giggled.
“I have no brain. You fucked my brains out.”
He laughed and squeezed her. “They were just in the way, anyway.”
“I don’t think I’ve ever had this much sex in my life.”
“Me, neither.”
“Really?”
He kissed her on the temple. “You inspire me.”
She chuckled and hugged him harder. “Well, now I know why you always bugged me so much.”
“Brat. All those years of torment. Now I finally feel even. Finally have control of you.”
“I hate to burst your bubble, but why the hell would you think that?”
“Because you want to please me.”
“True.”
“And if you tease me or taunt me, I’ll chase you down, spank you and then fuck you until you’re compliant.”
A thrill went through her loins. “You liked spanking me.”
“More than you could know. You can’t imagine my fantasies over the years. Especially when you spilled that wine on my new four hundred dollar shirt.”
She snorted. “That was your fault for spending so much on a stupid shirt.”
He grabbed her, pulled her on top of him and smacked her butt with a series of sharp swats.
“Ow!” She giggled.
“Brat,” he said, kissing her.
The next morning, Bryce got a call early. And he didn’t look happy about it.
“What?” she asked.
“I have to go to a meeting.”
“Something bad at work?”
“Could be. Nothing for you to worry about. Jake will be here and so will Gil. But still not enough men to protect you if you left. You need to stay here. You hear me?”
“I hear you,” she said glumly.
He tucked his finger under her chin and kissed her. “Now be good.”
“When will you be back?”
“Not until late. Don’t hold dinner for me.”
“Jeez.”
“Don’t worry. Tomorrow I’ll have more guys and we can take a nice long walk and go shopping, okay?”
She brightened. “Okay!”
He laughed and kissed her.
Mid-way through the day, Zoë encountered a problem. She was all out of chocolate. She had no idea how she’d managed to finish it without noticing. She scoured her pantry, but found none. And she was dying for some.
She tried to cajole her bodyguards into taking her to the store. No go. Then she begged for one of them to go out for her. But Bryce had ordered two guards to be with her at all times. She went online and tried to get the store to deliver, but they couldn’t make it until the next day. Finally, she got pissed. It was only three blocks to the store. What could possibly happen in three bloody blocks?
She informed the men she’d be taking a long nap and not to interrupt her. She stuffed her bed, eased the sliding glass door open and flew across the yard and hopped the back fence. She dropped into the parking lot for the condo complex behind her. And waited. She heard nothing.
Victorious, she walked to the store and bought a large bag of various kinds of chocolate. A little spring in her step, she headed home.
As she walked into the condo complex behind her house, tires screeched behind her. She swung around. Two huge men in suits wearing sunglasses leapt out of a dark SUV and rushed toward her.
Her heart nearly stopped from fright. Screaming, she turned and ran into the complex. “Fire! Help! Fire!” she bellowed.
Just as she reached her back fence, the goons grabbed her.
©2011, Michelle Carlyle
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