Hey Spanky Friends!
How are all you lovely people today? I’m doing super. We had the weirdest weather this week. Weirdest. Spooky. Crazy. Like high 60s, low 70s, super sunny, warm and beautiful. In January????? Hubby and I started gardening like it was spring. Tore out a bunch of nasty stuff, weeded and I bought this reed roll fencing so I can cover up the ugly-ass cinderblock wall that lines my driveway. Getting ready for summer! Only slight problem. It is still winter. And it is returning with a vengeance this weekend. Oh, well. Was very happy to get a short reprieve. Especially when most of my friends back East are under a nasty blanket of snow. Well, don’t be too jealous, we had an earthquake recently. A few of them. I always think of our California weather as compensation for extremely high sales taxes, property taxes, state income taxes, the premium we pay on gasoline and natural gas, on food, and basically EVERYTHING. “Oh, you live in California? Hand me your checkbook, please. Sorry, nothing leftover for you.”
There is no free ride. As I have discovered.
Speaking of a free ride, I had AWESOME sex last night. I wish I could bottle up my Hubby and sell him because I’d make a fortune. If you wonder how I get inspired to write my work, look no further than my spouse. He’s a treasure. A stinky treasure, but a treasure all the same. And man, can that boy spank my ass well! YESSSSSSSSS!!!!!!
Okay, I’m horny again. When will he get home???? When???? Speaking of horny, we are going to a fancy-schmancy hotel in Palo Alto on Saturday night. I got a free night there from an organization that I volunteer for, for all their appreciation for the work I’ve done. So Hubby and I are going to celebrate an early anniversary, go to the movies, go to a nice place for dinner and go back to the hotel and FUCK OUR BRAINS OUT. I told him we had to do it three or four times at least. Let’s see how we do. Whooo-hooooo! Hotel sex!!!
Okay, enough of this. Here is the next chapter of Revenge, Inc. Soon to be found in my upcoming book, “Straightjacket of Lies”, which should be released later on this year.
Have a great weekend!
Michelle
“Tiffany, are you all right?” Peter would try a super caring approach to see if that could restore the seduction.
Her red lips tight, she shook her head a tiny bit. “No, I’m fine.”
“No, you’re not.”
“Look, are you sure you don’t know her? I mean, she knew the name of your boat. And last week, you went sailing, I know you did, you told me.”
“So what? Anyone could have gathered that information.”
She looked down at her nails. “Is it possible you got drunk and…” Her blue gaze searched his.
He straightened his shoulders. “I never get drunk.”
She blinked at him, then bit her lower lip. She pinched the bridge of her nose. “You know, I’ve got a bit of a headache. Maybe we should call it an evening…”
He’d lost. Damn it.
After driving her home, he drove straight to his club. There wouldn’t be anyone under the age of eighty there, but he needed a drink and didn’t want to be alone. Surprisingly, he found one of his closest friends sitting in front of the fire with a brandy.
Horatio, a corporate lawyer, indicated the burgundy leather chair across from him. “Join me, friend. And tell me all about your exciting evening.”
“You know?”
“Jimmy was at Fleur tonight.”
His shoulders slumping, Peter ran a hand through his thick mane of dark hair. “Christ.”
“You know, it’s curious. You’re not the only one who’s had weird scenes with strangers lately. Thom, Rob Colt and Graham White, all had crazy women accost them. Women they didn’t know. Just like you.”
Peter frowned. “What the hell? Really? Rob and Graham?”
“Yes. Plus other strange troubles. Rob had a flight cancelled, Graham had his car impounded, Thom found his car filled with orange juice.”
“Orange juice?”
“Yeah, I guess there was a tanker nearby and someone put a hose from the tanker into his car window and filled the sucker.”
Peter burst out laughing and then caught himself. “I know that’s not funny. Was it the Ferrari?”
“Yeah.”
“Not the ‘67?”
“Yep.”
“That’s irreplaceable.”
Horatio nodded. “Whomever it was, wanted to hurt him.”
“Damn,” Peter said, stroking his chin. “You know I had my phone service cancelled this week, my car died suddenly—it’s in the shop—someone put sugar in my gas tank. And then this woman attacks me in Fleur.”
“Obviously a pattern. What do you all have in common?”
“Um… don’t know. We’re rich… Wait… divorced. We’re divorced. In the past two years.”
“Yes.”
Peter gestured sharply. “But Lily couldn’t be behind this. She’s too refined. Barely shed a tear during the divorce proceedings. But then again, she leaked all kinds of misinformation to the press. Sure I was cheating on her, even though I wasn’t. I don’t know. She’s the only one in my life who hates me enough to pull something like this. But it’s not her style.”
“She knows the other guys’ ex-wives. They’re all in a little coffee clutch.”
Peter shot his friend a look. “You think they’re behind this?”
“That’s what I’m thinking. Maybe they’re pulling stuff on each other’s respective exes.”
“I know those ladies. None would ever get their hands dirty. Would fit, though. That woman tonight didn’t look deranged. She looked like a bad actress. There was a look in her eye, she knew what she was doing, she knew me. And if her purpose was to get Tiffany to dump me, it worked.”
“Then Tiffany wasn’t worth a damn.”
“Suppose. Thought she was a nice girl.”
“Beware of nice girls. Especially ones that come from your marketing department.”
“Yeah… maybe you’re right.”
Horatio leaned forward. “Listen to me, my friend. Look for a girl from your social circle. Dating a company woman only works when you’re working your way up. Not when you’re on the top. Can’t trust the lot of them. Watch out for the gold-diggers. You’ve got a target on your chest.”
“Yeah, I know.” Dismal information, but true. “Well, I’ll tell you one thing, I’m not taking this crap lying down. Someone attacked me this week and I’m going to find out who that woman was. If she’s working for my ex, I’ll shut down her little business and put her behind bars where she belongs.”
He pictured the slip of a woman in that clingy dress. While he hated her and she was clearly a lunatic, her body was beyond perfection. Had the nicest rounded bottom he’d seen in a long time.
“But maybe before I send her to jail, I’ll take out some of my frustration on that perfect little ass of hers.”
Horatio’s brow rose. “She had a perfect ass?”
“Oh, yes. Very spankable.”
Horatio’s eyes lit up. “Sounds like fun. Nothing more exhilarating than spanking a deserving behind.”
Peter grinned. “Isn’t it though? Had a girlfriend once who pushed me so hard, she rarely sat down comfortably. And that little girl tonight… Can’t wait to give her the treatment. Quite the actress. Hey… What if she is an actress? Theatre world isn’t very big in this town. Maybe I’ll start there.”
“Williams is a good man. Helped me with some trouble with an ex-partner. Anyone get a picture of your woman?”
“Maybe she’s on the security camera. Good thought. I’ll call the restaurant right away. Andre will help me. Slipped him three grand tonight to cover the damages.”
“Sounds like you have yourself a mission.”
“I’d say so.”
His spirits buoyed, Peter finished his drink and drove home. He’d find that little brat. A thrill went through his loins at the thought of that perfect rear over his knee. He’d teach her a lesson, all right. One she’d never forget.
©2011, Michelle Carlyle
Friday, January 28, 2011
Friday, January 21, 2011
Revenge, Inc. Part One
Hey You Wonderful People!
How was your week? Mine was…hmmmm. I have no idea because I only got five hours of sleep last night and my brain is off-line. I’m sure it was a fascinating week, full of sky-dives, motorcycle jumping and awards shows. Ahem. More like dishes, weeding and shopping. And editing. Oh! I’m almost done with my new book, which will be sent to Reesa where she will perform her magic and eventually, it will be on Amazon and Barnes and Nobel and all that jazz. The new book’s new title is “Rulebreakers.” I have to say, the working titles of my books have been pretty cheesy. I’m throwing them all out and starting over. When I get a chance, I’m going to reissue “Spank Me, I’ve Been Bad,” and title it something completely different. A friend said I should have titled it “Spank Me, I’ve Been Good.” Maybe I’ll use that one. But probably not. Anyhoo, I will be publishing three books this year, maybe four. But definitely three. And you all will be the first to know when. So stay tuned!
Okay, here is a new story for you called Revenge, Inc. Another 16-parter, so sit back and enjoy.
Hugs to all you lovely humans out there! I hope your weekend is fantastic!
Michelle
Target sighted, Fay crossed the expansive dining floor of Fleur, the hottest new restaurant in San Francisco.
Wearing her latest weapon, a sleek little black Prada cocktail dress, she sidled up to a table and glared down into the blue gaze of Peter Madden, CEO of Madden Computers, the billion dollar jewel of Silicon Valley.
She ignored his classic Grecian features, his perfect aquiline nose, square jaw and heavy brow. She was in character.
“You bastard!” she yelled loud enough for most of the tables in the vicinity to hear. “You two-timing creep!”
His eyes wide, jaw in his lap, he stammered, but said nothing intelligible.
“And you!” Fay said, swinging on his date: a petite blonde twenty-something. “How dare you! Before you go sleeping around with a man, you might want to find out if he has other women in his life. You should be ashamed of yourself!”
Peter’s brow went into a deep V, his eyes filled with fire. “I don’t know who the hell you are, but you’ve me mistaken for someone else—”
She burst into tears. “Peter! Why are you doing this to me?! You told me you loved me!” She collapsed down next to him in the booth, buried her head in her arms and howled.
“Miss! Please, I don’t know you!”
She lifted her head up to bawl in his face. “It’s the baby! The baby I’m worried about. Our baby!” She dropped her head to the table and sobbed.
“What the hell? Lady! I’m not who you think I am!”
“That’s it!” she yelled, leaping up on her feet once more. “You told me you wanted a child! So I got pregnant! You said you’d marry me! Just last Tuesday when we were on your stupid boat, The Charlemagne, you proposed! What happened to that?!”
The maitre ‘d appeared at her elbow. “Is there a problem?”
Finally! Took the jerk long enough.
She spun on the tall, Middle-Eastern-looking man. “Yes! There’s a problem! My fiancé is here with another woman! And I’m pregnant!”
Peter got up out of the booth, she was momentarily taken aback by his size, he had to be over six five.
He took the maitre ‘d by the arm. “Andre, I swear, I’ve never seen this woman before. I think she must have escaped from a lockdown facility.”
“Yeah! Our apartment! That’s where I escaped from! Fine! You want to cheat on me?! You want to break all your promises to me?! You want to get me pregnant and dump me?! Fine! I don’t want you, anyway, and neither does your son! That’s right! It’s a boy! A boy!” And with that, she pushed aside the maitre ‘d and stormed off.
As soon as she hit the street, she broke into a run. Around the next corner, she dove into the back of a white van. “Drive!”
Mitzi grinned. “You bet!” Her friend and business partner loved the new venture as much as she did.
Fay removed the Prada dress and hung it up in their makeshift dressing room in the back of the van. “Are the cops out there?”
“Oh, yeah. They’re looking all over. Oooo, along with Mr. Target. Man, he looks madder than a losing team’s coach. Wow. So, it went well?”
She pulled on a red t-shirt and some jeans. “Oh, God, it was so funny.” She laughed. “You should have seen the looks on their faces. Oh, and in that fancy place! God, that was fun.”
Fay grabbed a baseball cap, slipped it over her head and hopped into the front seat of the van. They were just past the restaurant. She looked in her side mirror. A couple cops with a very tall man in their midst stood outside the eatery.
“Oh, that was great!” she crowed. “Damn, I’d better get a bonus for that one.”
“Was the Chronicle lady there?” Mitzi asked.
“Oh, yeah. But goddamn, took the staff long enough to come over. I almost had to start recycling material.”
“So what did you say?”
Fay took off her cap and smoothed her long, dark hair. “God, I did kind of went far this time. I didn’t just pull the pregnancy thing, I named a gender.” She put the cap back on.
“You what?”
Fay shrugged. “It just slipped out. I was so into the scene, I really don’t remember everything, but suddenly I was talking about the guy’s baby boy. Christ.”
Mitzi giggled. “You are too much.”
“I just hope I was believable. Kind of went over the top. Oh, well, what’s done is done.” She reached for the clipboard on top of the dashboard. “Who’s next on our list tonight?”
“Ah, yes, man, remember the good ol’ days when we had only one job a night?”
Fay chuckled. “You mean last month?”
Mitzy had a dreamy look in her eye. “Yeah.”
Fay pushed on her shoulder. “We were also broke. At least I made my rent this month.”
“Me, too.” Mitzi gestured out the front window. “Who knew there were this many people who wanted revenge on their exes?”
“I had no idea how unhappy the upper classes were.”
Mitzi turned the corner and headed to their office. “Yeah, and we know one specific upper class guy who really isn’t happy right now.”
“I wonder what the girl said after I left.” Fay belly laughed.
Peter Madden’s jaw hurt from clenching it so tightly. The woman had disappeared. He’d run after her, but he’d been too late on the draw. He’d never experienced anything so disturbing in his life. After he made his report to the police—they hadn’t been very interested and he didn’t blame them—he straightened his tie and made his way back to his table.
All eyes were on him; his face grew hot. When he saw the gossip columnist for the local paper, he knew it was all over. This would be in the paper in the morning. He swore inwardly. This was all he needed. After that horrible divorce had splashed him over the papers, he’d hoped he’d be spared another public humiliation. Apparently not.
He knew he couldn’t avoid it, so he stopped briefly at the middle-aged woman’s table. “I didn’t know her. And that’s all I’m going to say on the subject. And if you want access to me in the future, I’d think carefully about what I wrote tonight.” With a cold glare of a warning at her, he turned and walked away before she could respond.
He kicked himself all the way to his table. He just provoked her. Good job, Pete.
Tiffany looked just as he expected her to: wary, upset. Barely covering her simmering fury. Great. No sex tonight, either. What a great night this was shaping up to be.
What the hell? This was the third unpleasant surprise this week. He was used to studying patterns and odds. This incident tonight tipped the scales. Something was going on. Someone was after him. He didn’t know why, but he knew one thing, he would get to the bottom of the problem.
©2011, Michelle Carlyle
How was your week? Mine was…hmmmm. I have no idea because I only got five hours of sleep last night and my brain is off-line. I’m sure it was a fascinating week, full of sky-dives, motorcycle jumping and awards shows. Ahem. More like dishes, weeding and shopping. And editing. Oh! I’m almost done with my new book, which will be sent to Reesa where she will perform her magic and eventually, it will be on Amazon and Barnes and Nobel and all that jazz. The new book’s new title is “Rulebreakers.” I have to say, the working titles of my books have been pretty cheesy. I’m throwing them all out and starting over. When I get a chance, I’m going to reissue “Spank Me, I’ve Been Bad,” and title it something completely different. A friend said I should have titled it “Spank Me, I’ve Been Good.” Maybe I’ll use that one. But probably not. Anyhoo, I will be publishing three books this year, maybe four. But definitely three. And you all will be the first to know when. So stay tuned!
Okay, here is a new story for you called Revenge, Inc. Another 16-parter, so sit back and enjoy.
Hugs to all you lovely humans out there! I hope your weekend is fantastic!
Michelle
Target sighted, Fay crossed the expansive dining floor of Fleur, the hottest new restaurant in San Francisco.
Wearing her latest weapon, a sleek little black Prada cocktail dress, she sidled up to a table and glared down into the blue gaze of Peter Madden, CEO of Madden Computers, the billion dollar jewel of Silicon Valley.
She ignored his classic Grecian features, his perfect aquiline nose, square jaw and heavy brow. She was in character.
“You bastard!” she yelled loud enough for most of the tables in the vicinity to hear. “You two-timing creep!”
His eyes wide, jaw in his lap, he stammered, but said nothing intelligible.
“And you!” Fay said, swinging on his date: a petite blonde twenty-something. “How dare you! Before you go sleeping around with a man, you might want to find out if he has other women in his life. You should be ashamed of yourself!”
Peter’s brow went into a deep V, his eyes filled with fire. “I don’t know who the hell you are, but you’ve me mistaken for someone else—”
She burst into tears. “Peter! Why are you doing this to me?! You told me you loved me!” She collapsed down next to him in the booth, buried her head in her arms and howled.
“Miss! Please, I don’t know you!”
She lifted her head up to bawl in his face. “It’s the baby! The baby I’m worried about. Our baby!” She dropped her head to the table and sobbed.
“What the hell? Lady! I’m not who you think I am!”
“That’s it!” she yelled, leaping up on her feet once more. “You told me you wanted a child! So I got pregnant! You said you’d marry me! Just last Tuesday when we were on your stupid boat, The Charlemagne, you proposed! What happened to that?!”
The maitre ‘d appeared at her elbow. “Is there a problem?”
Finally! Took the jerk long enough.
She spun on the tall, Middle-Eastern-looking man. “Yes! There’s a problem! My fiancé is here with another woman! And I’m pregnant!”
Peter got up out of the booth, she was momentarily taken aback by his size, he had to be over six five.
He took the maitre ‘d by the arm. “Andre, I swear, I’ve never seen this woman before. I think she must have escaped from a lockdown facility.”
“Yeah! Our apartment! That’s where I escaped from! Fine! You want to cheat on me?! You want to break all your promises to me?! You want to get me pregnant and dump me?! Fine! I don’t want you, anyway, and neither does your son! That’s right! It’s a boy! A boy!” And with that, she pushed aside the maitre ‘d and stormed off.
As soon as she hit the street, she broke into a run. Around the next corner, she dove into the back of a white van. “Drive!”
Mitzi grinned. “You bet!” Her friend and business partner loved the new venture as much as she did.
Fay removed the Prada dress and hung it up in their makeshift dressing room in the back of the van. “Are the cops out there?”
“Oh, yeah. They’re looking all over. Oooo, along with Mr. Target. Man, he looks madder than a losing team’s coach. Wow. So, it went well?”
She pulled on a red t-shirt and some jeans. “Oh, God, it was so funny.” She laughed. “You should have seen the looks on their faces. Oh, and in that fancy place! God, that was fun.”
Fay grabbed a baseball cap, slipped it over her head and hopped into the front seat of the van. They were just past the restaurant. She looked in her side mirror. A couple cops with a very tall man in their midst stood outside the eatery.
“Oh, that was great!” she crowed. “Damn, I’d better get a bonus for that one.”
“Was the Chronicle lady there?” Mitzi asked.
“Oh, yeah. But goddamn, took the staff long enough to come over. I almost had to start recycling material.”
“So what did you say?”
Fay took off her cap and smoothed her long, dark hair. “God, I did kind of went far this time. I didn’t just pull the pregnancy thing, I named a gender.” She put the cap back on.
“You what?”
Fay shrugged. “It just slipped out. I was so into the scene, I really don’t remember everything, but suddenly I was talking about the guy’s baby boy. Christ.”
Mitzi giggled. “You are too much.”
“I just hope I was believable. Kind of went over the top. Oh, well, what’s done is done.” She reached for the clipboard on top of the dashboard. “Who’s next on our list tonight?”
“Ah, yes, man, remember the good ol’ days when we had only one job a night?”
Fay chuckled. “You mean last month?”
Mitzy had a dreamy look in her eye. “Yeah.”
Fay pushed on her shoulder. “We were also broke. At least I made my rent this month.”
“Me, too.” Mitzi gestured out the front window. “Who knew there were this many people who wanted revenge on their exes?”
“I had no idea how unhappy the upper classes were.”
Mitzi turned the corner and headed to their office. “Yeah, and we know one specific upper class guy who really isn’t happy right now.”
“I wonder what the girl said after I left.” Fay belly laughed.
Peter Madden’s jaw hurt from clenching it so tightly. The woman had disappeared. He’d run after her, but he’d been too late on the draw. He’d never experienced anything so disturbing in his life. After he made his report to the police—they hadn’t been very interested and he didn’t blame them—he straightened his tie and made his way back to his table.
All eyes were on him; his face grew hot. When he saw the gossip columnist for the local paper, he knew it was all over. This would be in the paper in the morning. He swore inwardly. This was all he needed. After that horrible divorce had splashed him over the papers, he’d hoped he’d be spared another public humiliation. Apparently not.
He knew he couldn’t avoid it, so he stopped briefly at the middle-aged woman’s table. “I didn’t know her. And that’s all I’m going to say on the subject. And if you want access to me in the future, I’d think carefully about what I wrote tonight.” With a cold glare of a warning at her, he turned and walked away before she could respond.
He kicked himself all the way to his table. He just provoked her. Good job, Pete.
Tiffany looked just as he expected her to: wary, upset. Barely covering her simmering fury. Great. No sex tonight, either. What a great night this was shaping up to be.
What the hell? This was the third unpleasant surprise this week. He was used to studying patterns and odds. This incident tonight tipped the scales. Something was going on. Someone was after him. He didn’t know why, but he knew one thing, he would get to the bottom of the problem.
©2011, Michelle Carlyle
Friday, January 14, 2011
Newbie, Part Fifteen and the Conclusion!!!
Hey Spankos!
Hope all is well with you. I have decided to give you the last two parts of Newbie today which will finish out the 16-parter. I hope you’ve enjoyed it. Next week, we start with a new story. And I have no idea what that will be. But it will be fun.
Just want to give a big shout out to my fans. You guys help me get up in the morning, help me continue writing, you are the reason I am here, writing this stuff and posting it. Soon, I’ll have more books out there for you to enjoy. This year will be a productive one. And I owe it all to you. Without my readers at Discipline and Desire and all my buddies out there in cyberspace, I don’t know what I’d do. Cry. Throw tantrums. Be depressed.
And an especially big shout out to Paul, PK, Jay Flame, Florida Dom, Bonnie at My Bottom Smarts, Dave at Cherry Red Report and all the wonderful people who leave such great comments on this blog. You guys are the BEST!
And of course, without Reesa Roberts at Discipline and Desire, none of this would be possible. If you haven’t joined Discipline and Desire, I urge you to do so. For very little money, you can read full stories from many amazing spanking writers like OTK Romance, Maren, Natty and ME. And the list goes on. Not to mention the fantastic, funny and wonderful artwork of Dave Wolfe.
So again, dear readers, I want to thank you for coming here weekly to read my stuff. Next week a new story!!! Yay!!!!!
You guys ROCK!!!! I love you all, very much!
I hope you have a fabulous weekend!
Michelle
Bill got a predator’s grin on his face and handed her the Punishment dice. “I can’t wait to see what you get here, baby. Five punishments! By the end of this, boy, will you be sorry. I just hope I can make it to the end before I attack you. This is going to be fun.”
She laughed at the glowing pleasure in his gaze. The man was the most awesome lover she’d ever had, always so focused on her joy.
She rolled up onto an elbow and threw the die with the card faces on it that would determine the implement. “Queen again, oh, dear.”
“The leather paddle!” he exclaimed, looking thrilled.
Angela had yet to draw that implement during their games; she wasn’t so sure it was a good thing. She’d been hoping for the riding crop.
“Now let’s see how many I get to give you, roll.”
She rolled the two numerical dice; she got a five and a one. She threw another single die—the multiplier—and got a three. Eighteen was still a pretty formidable number.
“Okay, baby, on your stomach. Here, let’s get that pillow under your hips so I can really get you good.”
He sounded way too happy about this. She hoped he didn’t slip and hit her too hard. Even though that thought turned her on. She loved his dominance. He was such a man’s man.
She got onto all fours; he reached for a down pillow and put it underneath her. She lay on top and got comfortable; her sex throbbing with anticipation. This was going to be extra fun after all those orgasms. She hoped that her earlier paddling wouldn’t diminish her fun. With any luck, her tenderness might even add to her pleasure.
The phone rang from his office. “Let’s ignore that,” he said. He reached into the nightstand drawer and withdrew the leather paddle.
Some man’s voice boomed out from the answering machine; but he was heavily accented and she couldn’t make out the words.
Bill tsked. “Honey, I’ll be right back, I forgot to turn that damn thing down.” He pushed off the bed and left the room.
Angela lay there, her ass high in the air, feeling deliciously naughty and vulnerable. Her sex was wet with lust; her bottom ached for her punishment. What a great day.
Bill’s voice came from his office; he’d picked up the phone? But why? Damn it, it must be important.
Rather than lose her mood, she drifted off into a fantasy where Bill punished her for being bad. He really let her have it with his hand; she got wetter and wetter as the imagined punishment built.
Her breathing grew heavier, she ground her hips into the pillow. When would he come in and really punish her? Stupid phone message.
Bill’s weight on the bed broke her out of her sexy reverie. Her pulse jumped; she couldn’t wait to feel that paddle on her bare butt.
He knelt beside her and locked his arm across her back. Which was weird, he’d never done that before. She wasn’t going anywhere, but maybe he just wanted to heighten their play.
He shifted his weight to one side which meant he was moving his arm back. She braced herself, excited they were back to their games.
Blistering pain to her sit spots awakened every nerve in her body, causing her to howl in anguish. What the hell?
“Bill!” she screamed. “What—“
She couldn’t even get out the rest of the sentence before horrible pain seared her ass. She bellowed in a deafening yowl. He was using the evil punishment paddle on her poor butt!
“That (swat) was (swat) the (swat) watch (swat) repair (swat) guy!” Swat, swat, swat!
She barely heard him over her earsplitting screams.
“Today?” he thundered, punctuating his demand with a horrid spank to her vulnerable butt. “You brought it in today?” Spank, spank, spank!
Angela nearly lost her mind from the excruciating pain. She tried to get away; he responded by wailing on her butt with the paddle in rapid-fire succession. She bellowed, then erupted in sobs.
“I’m sorry!” she cried, gasping for air, trying to control the awe-inspiring pain coming from her rear.
“You lied to me!” Thunderous spank; deafening scream.
He worked her ass with the heinous weapon, nailing the backs of her thighs, her sit spots; the entire area. Her legs shook with pain, her hands clenched the bedspread; her pillow was soaked with her tears.
“Going to Long’s, huh?” Smack! Overwhelming agony. “Watch is going to be ready in two weeks, huh?” Spank, spank, spank.
Convulsing with sobs, she couldn’t catch her breath before he spanked her another one with the torture device. This was the worst. When would he stop!
Again and again the paddle came down on her poor ass; she kicked and wailed and cried and screamed, but nothing would stop him.
One, then the other, he punished her bare cheeks with the flat of the harrowing wooden paddle. The suffering was more than she ever remembered enduring.
His torment went on; sit spots, the sides, her thighs; she couldn’t even get enough air in her lungs to scream.
All at once, he threw the paddle to the floor and took his arm off her back. She collapsed to the bed, sobbing her guts out.
“Get up!” he ordered sharply. “Get up and stand in that corner, now! Do it!”
Blinded by tears, dizzy, her head spinning, she somehow managed to push herself off the bed. She stumbled over to the corner, the movement causing a fresh wave of agony to course through her buns. She braced herself against the wall so she wouldn’t topple over, hot tears streaming down her face.
“Damn you, Angela! What is wrong with you? Why didn’t you just tell me? What the hell is with all this deception? I’m not the enemy here. I’m your husband. Why the hell didn’t you take that thing to the repair shop before today?”
“I f-f-f-forgot it. I brought it to w-w-w-ork and f-f-f-orgot it until you reminded me today,” she cried.
“Damn it. The watch is not this big of a deal. I wouldn’t have punished you for forgetting. You didn’t have to lie to me.”
“You punished me for forgetting the garbage.”
“Yeah, because you slacked off and the cat destroyed it and you’d lied to me about putting it away. It’s the lies, honey, the lies I hate. And all this deception. I’m not an ogre, you could have come to me. But instead, you act like some child and lie to me about going to Long’s. No wonder you didn’t have any bags when you got back. I noticed but figured you had the stuff in your purse. You didn’t even go. You went to work and brought the watch to the repair shop.”
“I’m sorry!” she wailed. “I didn’t want you to be mad at me! I can’t stand it when you’re mad at me!”
“So you lied and made me more mad? You aren’t making any sense!”
She had nothing else to say that wouldn’t get her in more trouble. He was right. She should have come to him. “I just hate disappointing you.”
“Lying to me disappoints me more than forgetting. I know you get busy at work, that’s all you had to say.”
“I’m sorry.”
“Just don’t freaking lie to me, Angela. It erodes the trust of the relationship.”
“I’m sorry.”
“You’d better be. Now instead of a nice afternoon, you’re being punished. When are you going to learn?”
“Right now.”
He stifled a chuckle. She knew he felt keeping up his stern act was important during punishments, but the way she said “right now” must have hit his funny bone. Which was good. If he was laughing, it meant he probably wouldn’t spank her again.
“Now you stay here and think about how bad you were.” He sighed heavily. “I’m going to go have a beer and try to calm down and forgive you.”
He left the room. Her tears subsided, but the aching sharpness to her buns wouldn’t. There would be no sitting in her future for long while.
Darn it, why didn’t she tell him? Why did she set this idiocy in motion? She hated his punishments, but even worse, she hated it when he was mad at her.
She sighed, wondering if he would get sick of her games and dump her. Which made tears sting her eyes again. Oh, this was miserable. Why didn’t she just tell him the truth? Next time, she would.
She had no idea how long she stood there before he came back. An hour at least. Her back hurt, her legs were tired, she was miserable by the time he walked into the room.
“Okay, on all fours on the bed now,” he rasped, his voice low and threatening.
She turned to look at him, wondering if he was going to spank her again. When she saw the lustful edge to his gaze, she relaxed. A second later, hope sprang within her. Was she going to get sex?
“Get over here, now,” he ordered.
She rushed over to him and climbed up on the bed on her hands and knees.
“End of the bed. Scoot down here.”
She obeyed quickly. He lightly ran his hands over her sore cheeks and down her aching thighs. While her skin was a bit raw, his touch felt divine. He stroked the inside of her thighs, igniting her clit. She got wet, fast. Again and again, he stroked her thighs, her burning buns.
“Oh, God, I love the sight of your bruised ass,” he said, his voice thick with longing. “Your tear-stained cheeks, that look of remorse in your eyes.” He ran his hand up her thigh until he hit Ground Zero. She jerked. He ran a finger around her clit, she started breathing heavily. “You like that, don’t you? My bad girl. Likes having her little clit teased. I’m gonna tease it all right. Tease you.”
He increased his pace, circling her clit faster and faster; she cried out with tortured hunger.
All at once, he stabbed into her sex with his proud tool, bottoming out on her g-spot, rocketing her so close to the edge, she yelled, “No! I don’t want come! Not yet!”
“Oh, but you will, baby,” he said, thrusting inside her deeply.
“Oh, Bill, I love you!” she screamed, her sex exploding into an earth-shattering, brain-melting orgasm. She punched the bed, shuddering, her body quaking, her mind a swirling mass of pain and pleasure, mostly pleasure.
“You will obey me, woman!” he commanded, plowing her depths. “I am your master!” He pulled out and slid back inside fast, she squealed with joy. “You don’t lie to me!” A fierce jab, his hips slapped her sore butt, sending shockwaves through her sex. She was right back to the edge again. “You obey me, and tell me the truth!” He thrust into her hard, again and again, launching her into another world; one of pure feeling and rapture.
Her sex detonated in a series of incredible orgasms. She pushed back against him, arching her back, delighting in the feel of his length inside her.
His hands around her waist, he pulled her back while throwing himself forward, slamming her full on, faster and faster. She rode with him all the way to the edge. When he released, he yelled something completely unintelligible, she wailed at the top of her lungs; exulting in the excruciating pleasure he brought her.
When he pulled out, she fell over onto the bed, working hard to get her breath back while tantalizing quivers of ecstasy rippled throughout her.
Bill collapsed next to her, bringing her close and crushing her in a sweaty embrace. Kissing the side of her face and nuzzling her, he said, “You’ll be a good girl from now on, won’t you, baby?”
She nodded. “Yes. Anything to avoid that paddle and your disappointment in me.”
“Good girl. I don’t want to be spanking you for anything other than fun. But you got me really fired up today, honey. Please don’t do that again. I need to trust you.”
“I won’t ever betray your trust again. I’ll just tell you if I screw up and forget something.”
“Good girl.”
Inwardly, she wondered if she’d ever be able to be completely straight with him. As she rubbed her painful ass, she hoped so. But knowing her and her past, it wasn’t going to be easy.
©2010, Michelle Carlyle
Hope all is well with you. I have decided to give you the last two parts of Newbie today which will finish out the 16-parter. I hope you’ve enjoyed it. Next week, we start with a new story. And I have no idea what that will be. But it will be fun.
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Bill got a predator’s grin on his face and handed her the Punishment dice. “I can’t wait to see what you get here, baby. Five punishments! By the end of this, boy, will you be sorry. I just hope I can make it to the end before I attack you. This is going to be fun.”
She laughed at the glowing pleasure in his gaze. The man was the most awesome lover she’d ever had, always so focused on her joy.
She rolled up onto an elbow and threw the die with the card faces on it that would determine the implement. “Queen again, oh, dear.”
“The leather paddle!” he exclaimed, looking thrilled.
Angela had yet to draw that implement during their games; she wasn’t so sure it was a good thing. She’d been hoping for the riding crop.
“Now let’s see how many I get to give you, roll.”
She rolled the two numerical dice; she got a five and a one. She threw another single die—the multiplier—and got a three. Eighteen was still a pretty formidable number.
“Okay, baby, on your stomach. Here, let’s get that pillow under your hips so I can really get you good.”
He sounded way too happy about this. She hoped he didn’t slip and hit her too hard. Even though that thought turned her on. She loved his dominance. He was such a man’s man.
She got onto all fours; he reached for a down pillow and put it underneath her. She lay on top and got comfortable; her sex throbbing with anticipation. This was going to be extra fun after all those orgasms. She hoped that her earlier paddling wouldn’t diminish her fun. With any luck, her tenderness might even add to her pleasure.
The phone rang from his office. “Let’s ignore that,” he said. He reached into the nightstand drawer and withdrew the leather paddle.
Some man’s voice boomed out from the answering machine; but he was heavily accented and she couldn’t make out the words.
Bill tsked. “Honey, I’ll be right back, I forgot to turn that damn thing down.” He pushed off the bed and left the room.
Angela lay there, her ass high in the air, feeling deliciously naughty and vulnerable. Her sex was wet with lust; her bottom ached for her punishment. What a great day.
Bill’s voice came from his office; he’d picked up the phone? But why? Damn it, it must be important.
Rather than lose her mood, she drifted off into a fantasy where Bill punished her for being bad. He really let her have it with his hand; she got wetter and wetter as the imagined punishment built.
Her breathing grew heavier, she ground her hips into the pillow. When would he come in and really punish her? Stupid phone message.
Bill’s weight on the bed broke her out of her sexy reverie. Her pulse jumped; she couldn’t wait to feel that paddle on her bare butt.
He knelt beside her and locked his arm across her back. Which was weird, he’d never done that before. She wasn’t going anywhere, but maybe he just wanted to heighten their play.
He shifted his weight to one side which meant he was moving his arm back. She braced herself, excited they were back to their games.
Blistering pain to her sit spots awakened every nerve in her body, causing her to howl in anguish. What the hell?
“Bill!” she screamed. “What—“
She couldn’t even get out the rest of the sentence before horrible pain seared her ass. She bellowed in a deafening yowl. He was using the evil punishment paddle on her poor butt!
“That (swat) was (swat) the (swat) watch (swat) repair (swat) guy!” Swat, swat, swat!
She barely heard him over her earsplitting screams.
“Today?” he thundered, punctuating his demand with a horrid spank to her vulnerable butt. “You brought it in today?” Spank, spank, spank!
Angela nearly lost her mind from the excruciating pain. She tried to get away; he responded by wailing on her butt with the paddle in rapid-fire succession. She bellowed, then erupted in sobs.
“I’m sorry!” she cried, gasping for air, trying to control the awe-inspiring pain coming from her rear.
“You lied to me!” Thunderous spank; deafening scream.
He worked her ass with the heinous weapon, nailing the backs of her thighs, her sit spots; the entire area. Her legs shook with pain, her hands clenched the bedspread; her pillow was soaked with her tears.
“Going to Long’s, huh?” Smack! Overwhelming agony. “Watch is going to be ready in two weeks, huh?” Spank, spank, spank.
Convulsing with sobs, she couldn’t catch her breath before he spanked her another one with the torture device. This was the worst. When would he stop!
Again and again the paddle came down on her poor ass; she kicked and wailed and cried and screamed, but nothing would stop him.
One, then the other, he punished her bare cheeks with the flat of the harrowing wooden paddle. The suffering was more than she ever remembered enduring.
His torment went on; sit spots, the sides, her thighs; she couldn’t even get enough air in her lungs to scream.
All at once, he threw the paddle to the floor and took his arm off her back. She collapsed to the bed, sobbing her guts out.
“Get up!” he ordered sharply. “Get up and stand in that corner, now! Do it!”
Blinded by tears, dizzy, her head spinning, she somehow managed to push herself off the bed. She stumbled over to the corner, the movement causing a fresh wave of agony to course through her buns. She braced herself against the wall so she wouldn’t topple over, hot tears streaming down her face.
“Damn you, Angela! What is wrong with you? Why didn’t you just tell me? What the hell is with all this deception? I’m not the enemy here. I’m your husband. Why the hell didn’t you take that thing to the repair shop before today?”
“I f-f-f-forgot it. I brought it to w-w-w-ork and f-f-f-orgot it until you reminded me today,” she cried.
“Damn it. The watch is not this big of a deal. I wouldn’t have punished you for forgetting. You didn’t have to lie to me.”
“You punished me for forgetting the garbage.”
“Yeah, because you slacked off and the cat destroyed it and you’d lied to me about putting it away. It’s the lies, honey, the lies I hate. And all this deception. I’m not an ogre, you could have come to me. But instead, you act like some child and lie to me about going to Long’s. No wonder you didn’t have any bags when you got back. I noticed but figured you had the stuff in your purse. You didn’t even go. You went to work and brought the watch to the repair shop.”
“I’m sorry!” she wailed. “I didn’t want you to be mad at me! I can’t stand it when you’re mad at me!”
“So you lied and made me more mad? You aren’t making any sense!”
She had nothing else to say that wouldn’t get her in more trouble. He was right. She should have come to him. “I just hate disappointing you.”
“Lying to me disappoints me more than forgetting. I know you get busy at work, that’s all you had to say.”
“I’m sorry.”
“Just don’t freaking lie to me, Angela. It erodes the trust of the relationship.”
“I’m sorry.”
“You’d better be. Now instead of a nice afternoon, you’re being punished. When are you going to learn?”
“Right now.”
He stifled a chuckle. She knew he felt keeping up his stern act was important during punishments, but the way she said “right now” must have hit his funny bone. Which was good. If he was laughing, it meant he probably wouldn’t spank her again.
“Now you stay here and think about how bad you were.” He sighed heavily. “I’m going to go have a beer and try to calm down and forgive you.”
He left the room. Her tears subsided, but the aching sharpness to her buns wouldn’t. There would be no sitting in her future for long while.
Darn it, why didn’t she tell him? Why did she set this idiocy in motion? She hated his punishments, but even worse, she hated it when he was mad at her.
She sighed, wondering if he would get sick of her games and dump her. Which made tears sting her eyes again. Oh, this was miserable. Why didn’t she just tell him the truth? Next time, she would.
She had no idea how long she stood there before he came back. An hour at least. Her back hurt, her legs were tired, she was miserable by the time he walked into the room.
“Okay, on all fours on the bed now,” he rasped, his voice low and threatening.
She turned to look at him, wondering if he was going to spank her again. When she saw the lustful edge to his gaze, she relaxed. A second later, hope sprang within her. Was she going to get sex?
“Get over here, now,” he ordered.
She rushed over to him and climbed up on the bed on her hands and knees.
“End of the bed. Scoot down here.”
She obeyed quickly. He lightly ran his hands over her sore cheeks and down her aching thighs. While her skin was a bit raw, his touch felt divine. He stroked the inside of her thighs, igniting her clit. She got wet, fast. Again and again, he stroked her thighs, her burning buns.
“Oh, God, I love the sight of your bruised ass,” he said, his voice thick with longing. “Your tear-stained cheeks, that look of remorse in your eyes.” He ran his hand up her thigh until he hit Ground Zero. She jerked. He ran a finger around her clit, she started breathing heavily. “You like that, don’t you? My bad girl. Likes having her little clit teased. I’m gonna tease it all right. Tease you.”
He increased his pace, circling her clit faster and faster; she cried out with tortured hunger.
All at once, he stabbed into her sex with his proud tool, bottoming out on her g-spot, rocketing her so close to the edge, she yelled, “No! I don’t want come! Not yet!”
“Oh, but you will, baby,” he said, thrusting inside her deeply.
“Oh, Bill, I love you!” she screamed, her sex exploding into an earth-shattering, brain-melting orgasm. She punched the bed, shuddering, her body quaking, her mind a swirling mass of pain and pleasure, mostly pleasure.
“You will obey me, woman!” he commanded, plowing her depths. “I am your master!” He pulled out and slid back inside fast, she squealed with joy. “You don’t lie to me!” A fierce jab, his hips slapped her sore butt, sending shockwaves through her sex. She was right back to the edge again. “You obey me, and tell me the truth!” He thrust into her hard, again and again, launching her into another world; one of pure feeling and rapture.
Her sex detonated in a series of incredible orgasms. She pushed back against him, arching her back, delighting in the feel of his length inside her.
His hands around her waist, he pulled her back while throwing himself forward, slamming her full on, faster and faster. She rode with him all the way to the edge. When he released, he yelled something completely unintelligible, she wailed at the top of her lungs; exulting in the excruciating pleasure he brought her.
When he pulled out, she fell over onto the bed, working hard to get her breath back while tantalizing quivers of ecstasy rippled throughout her.
Bill collapsed next to her, bringing her close and crushing her in a sweaty embrace. Kissing the side of her face and nuzzling her, he said, “You’ll be a good girl from now on, won’t you, baby?”
She nodded. “Yes. Anything to avoid that paddle and your disappointment in me.”
“Good girl. I don’t want to be spanking you for anything other than fun. But you got me really fired up today, honey. Please don’t do that again. I need to trust you.”
“I won’t ever betray your trust again. I’ll just tell you if I screw up and forget something.”
“Good girl.”
Inwardly, she wondered if she’d ever be able to be completely straight with him. As she rubbed her painful ass, she hoped so. But knowing her and her past, it wasn’t going to be easy.
©2010, Michelle Carlyle
Friday, January 7, 2011
Newbie, Part Fourteen
Hey Spanky Humans!
Hope all is well with you guys, here’s the next chapter of Newbie, soon to be found in Bottoms Up.
Take care,
Michelle
Bill pulled away and smiled down at her. “I’d like to start all over again, but I was in the middle of getting ready to mow the lawns.”
He pulled up his pants, she did the same, wincing as the rough material of the waistband rubbed past her still sizzling butt.
He kissed her on the cheek, reached down, grabbed the paddle and left the room. He returned a second later. “Oh, I know what I meant to ask. When you dropped off my watch at the repair shop, did you remember to tell the guy about the new band I wanted?”
“Sure,” she said quickly.
He examined her eyes for a second, opened his mouth to say something, but shut it and shook his head. “Good. Good. Did he say when it would be done?”
“He’s got a big back-up, probably a couple weeks. Maybe sooner.”
“Good, good, okay. I’ll be outside, honey, if you need me.”
“Oh, I have to stop by Long’s Drugs for some lotion and girl stuff. I’ll be gone about ten or fifteen minutes.”
“Okay, baby. Take your car, I just washed mine, I want it to dry.”
“Okay.”
She waited until she heard the mower’s engine roar to life and flew down the hallway to the bedroom. Grabbing her keys, she raced for her car. It was Saturday, hopefully that stupid watch repair shop would be open.
Damn this! She’d written a note to herself the week before to take his watch to the repair shop—which was next door to her work—but had forgotten it. That happened four days in a row. When she finally remembered to bring it to work, she’d put it in her drawer and forgot about it again. Even though there were three reminder notes on her desk. She must have gotten a block about it.
She drove to work—a bit chagrined to find that sitting in her car wasn’t very pleasant on her tender ass—got the watch and took it next door to the watch repair place. The man said it would be done by the next week, just perfectly on her time schedule. She even remembered to tell him to replace the band—she was so proud of herself. She drove home; Bill was mowing the front lawn when she pulled up.
Angela got out, totally relieved everything was taken care of.
Bill waved and continued his work, she was stoked she’d covered her tracks. No more horrible paddle for her!
At lunch, Bill began to eye her. And in a very lustful way.
She smiled at her handsome husband’s evil smile. “What?”
“I want to play this afternoon. Dice.”
A thrill went through her; her clit throbbed. “But I thought you were going to play basketball with the guys.”
“Got cancelled. I got a different kind of ball game I want to play. You got me all revved up this morning. Do you want to?”
“Duh. So… are we going to play Punishment/Reward?”
“I was thinking, yes. Then maybe go out for a nice dinner at the Van’s?”
“Oooo, steak!”
He laughed. “You and your steak addiction.”
“I like meat,” she said, winking at him. “Yours especially.”
“Okay, baby, let me take a shower and then I’ll call for you when I’m ready.”
Later, they were both naked on their bed; she rolled a die with card markings on top of her nightstand. “Oooh, Queen means vibrating dildo. Oh, man.”
“Little girl is going to get punished fast in this game. Roll to see how many thrusts.”
Angela rolled the two normal dice; she got a four and a three.
“Now the multiplier,” he said.
She rolled a five. “Oh, man. I’m losing this one. Thirty-five thrusts? What happens if I come twice?”
“You get punished twice.”
“Oh, dear.”
A sly grin on his face, Bill grabbed the vibrating toy from the box. “Okay girlie, on your back, legs spread. Let’s get this party started.”
Eagerly anticipating the fun, she rolled onto her back and opened her legs to her husband. He lay down next to her, turned on the plaything and slowly slipped it inside her very wet and receptive sex. She gripped the comforter in both hands and began breathing heavily. She did not want to come more than once. She knew the orgasm was inevitable, but stemming the “damage” would prevent double or triple punishments. Even though the “punishments” were equally as enjoyable. Of course, today with her ass so tender, the punishments could prove a bit more painful.
Bill pushed the toy inside her all the way to the hilt. When it hit her g-spot, she gasped. “Oh, dear, oh, dear, please don’t come, please don’t come.”
The buzzing caused reverberations of bliss to race through her. This was fun!
A huge grin on his face, he said, “One.”
Thirty-four more, no way!
He slid the toy out, then back in. Her toes curled, her orgasm built.
With a wicked glint in his eye, he thrust the toy, in and out, fast, making full-on love to her with the clever device.
On “seven” she erupted into a powerful climax; crying out, bucking up against his hand and the toy; shuddering with delight.
Bill chuckled. “Oh, baby, are you in for it.”
After the delicious sensations abated, he began tormenting her with the toy once more. By the end of it, she came five times, was covered in sweat and could barely get a thought straight in her head. She lay back against the pillowed softness of the king-sized bed; her extremities tingling with satisfaction.
©2011, Michelle Carlyle
Hope all is well with you guys, here’s the next chapter of Newbie, soon to be found in Bottoms Up.
Take care,
Michelle
Bill pulled away and smiled down at her. “I’d like to start all over again, but I was in the middle of getting ready to mow the lawns.”
He pulled up his pants, she did the same, wincing as the rough material of the waistband rubbed past her still sizzling butt.
He kissed her on the cheek, reached down, grabbed the paddle and left the room. He returned a second later. “Oh, I know what I meant to ask. When you dropped off my watch at the repair shop, did you remember to tell the guy about the new band I wanted?”
“Sure,” she said quickly.
He examined her eyes for a second, opened his mouth to say something, but shut it and shook his head. “Good. Good. Did he say when it would be done?”
“He’s got a big back-up, probably a couple weeks. Maybe sooner.”
“Good, good, okay. I’ll be outside, honey, if you need me.”
“Oh, I have to stop by Long’s Drugs for some lotion and girl stuff. I’ll be gone about ten or fifteen minutes.”
“Okay, baby. Take your car, I just washed mine, I want it to dry.”
“Okay.”
She waited until she heard the mower’s engine roar to life and flew down the hallway to the bedroom. Grabbing her keys, she raced for her car. It was Saturday, hopefully that stupid watch repair shop would be open.
Damn this! She’d written a note to herself the week before to take his watch to the repair shop—which was next door to her work—but had forgotten it. That happened four days in a row. When she finally remembered to bring it to work, she’d put it in her drawer and forgot about it again. Even though there were three reminder notes on her desk. She must have gotten a block about it.
She drove to work—a bit chagrined to find that sitting in her car wasn’t very pleasant on her tender ass—got the watch and took it next door to the watch repair place. The man said it would be done by the next week, just perfectly on her time schedule. She even remembered to tell him to replace the band—she was so proud of herself. She drove home; Bill was mowing the front lawn when she pulled up.
Angela got out, totally relieved everything was taken care of.
Bill waved and continued his work, she was stoked she’d covered her tracks. No more horrible paddle for her!
At lunch, Bill began to eye her. And in a very lustful way.
She smiled at her handsome husband’s evil smile. “What?”
“I want to play this afternoon. Dice.”
A thrill went through her; her clit throbbed. “But I thought you were going to play basketball with the guys.”
“Got cancelled. I got a different kind of ball game I want to play. You got me all revved up this morning. Do you want to?”
“Duh. So… are we going to play Punishment/Reward?”
“I was thinking, yes. Then maybe go out for a nice dinner at the Van’s?”
“Oooo, steak!”
He laughed. “You and your steak addiction.”
“I like meat,” she said, winking at him. “Yours especially.”
“Okay, baby, let me take a shower and then I’ll call for you when I’m ready.”
Later, they were both naked on their bed; she rolled a die with card markings on top of her nightstand. “Oooh, Queen means vibrating dildo. Oh, man.”
“Little girl is going to get punished fast in this game. Roll to see how many thrusts.”
Angela rolled the two normal dice; she got a four and a three.
“Now the multiplier,” he said.
She rolled a five. “Oh, man. I’m losing this one. Thirty-five thrusts? What happens if I come twice?”
“You get punished twice.”
“Oh, dear.”
A sly grin on his face, Bill grabbed the vibrating toy from the box. “Okay girlie, on your back, legs spread. Let’s get this party started.”
Eagerly anticipating the fun, she rolled onto her back and opened her legs to her husband. He lay down next to her, turned on the plaything and slowly slipped it inside her very wet and receptive sex. She gripped the comforter in both hands and began breathing heavily. She did not want to come more than once. She knew the orgasm was inevitable, but stemming the “damage” would prevent double or triple punishments. Even though the “punishments” were equally as enjoyable. Of course, today with her ass so tender, the punishments could prove a bit more painful.
Bill pushed the toy inside her all the way to the hilt. When it hit her g-spot, she gasped. “Oh, dear, oh, dear, please don’t come, please don’t come.”
The buzzing caused reverberations of bliss to race through her. This was fun!
A huge grin on his face, he said, “One.”
Thirty-four more, no way!
He slid the toy out, then back in. Her toes curled, her orgasm built.
With a wicked glint in his eye, he thrust the toy, in and out, fast, making full-on love to her with the clever device.
On “seven” she erupted into a powerful climax; crying out, bucking up against his hand and the toy; shuddering with delight.
Bill chuckled. “Oh, baby, are you in for it.”
After the delicious sensations abated, he began tormenting her with the toy once more. By the end of it, she came five times, was covered in sweat and could barely get a thought straight in her head. She lay back against the pillowed softness of the king-sized bed; her extremities tingling with satisfaction.
©2011, Michelle Carlyle
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