Hello Out There In Cyberspace!
How are my spanky friends doing today? Well, California finally caught up with the rest of the country, our summer in winter is over and it’s cold and rainy and NASTY outside. So all my friends back east should be pleased. We aren’t suffering like you guys did, but it’s freakin’ cold out. 46 Farenheit might not be cold for you, but it’s cold for the San Francisco Bay Area. And cold for me.
Hubby and I celebrated our 19th wedding anniversary on Tuesday. Instead of the fancy restaurant we planned to go to, I got sick and made soup. So we had soup and watched TV for our anniversary and Hubby was so tired, he barely said two words to me. Wedded Bliss! It’s okay. We had a great weekend last weekend. The weather was spectacular (high sixties and clear) and we took a long walk along the Baylands and ate amazing cheap food downtown. Love living in the Bay Area!
So here is the next installment of Revenge Inc, soon to be found in A Straightjacket of Lies. I hope you enjoy!
Have a great weekend and stay warm!
Fay’s rear end burned like someone had ignited it with a torch. But that wasn’t where her focus was, all her attention was on the super tall hunk who was currently kissing her.
Freakin’ idiot! What are you doing? This man is the enemy!
A split second later, all thoughts evaporated. Peter tasted divine, he was so tall. His strong arms around her, his commanding kiss, dominating her mouth, her body. Lust zapped her; huge lightning bolts of joy electrified her sex. Wow! This guy was a powerhouse!
Fay, wake up! The man is manipulating you! How blind and stupid are you? He spanked you, humiliated you and here you are letting him kiss you? Outrageous!
She pushed on his chest, wound up and punched his gorgeous square jaw. His head snapped back and his blue gaze turned to flames.
Amazing how fast a man that size could move. She didn’t even see him come for her. All at once, she was in the air. The next second, she was across his lap in an inexorable hold, her pants around her ankles.
Awesome strikes sizzled her tender behind. “Yeee-ow! Stop, you big bully!”
As an answer, he swatted her a hard one across both buns. “You obviously missed my earlier lesson in crossing me, so here’s another!” A machine-gun report of searing spanks blazed her rear.
“Ow ow ow ow! Stop!”
“Not yet,” he said, peppering her behind with a series of red-hot swats.
His spanking sent wave upon wave of agony rippling through her. Her tender behind was already so sore from his earlier spanking, she had no idea how much more she could endure. Not that she had a choice.
After strafing her entire behind and the back of her thighs with his formidable and large hand for several long moments, he stopped.
She continued howling. The pain slowly started to ebb. She longed to rub her blistered behind.
Finally, she calmed some. “Are you going to let me up?”
“Not until we get a few things straight.”
“Let me guess, you want me to leave you alone.”
“Not only that, all my friends, too.”
“How the hell can I know who your friends—ow!” she cried from a terrible swat.
“You know who they are, you found out all about me.”
“But that’s my whole client list! I work only from recommendations. How the hell am I supposed to make my rent?”
“That’s your problem. Get a real job, why don’t you?”
“Easy for you to say, your job wasn’t eliminated because the state government doesn’t care about our schools or a breadth of education. I was a good drama teacher and they fired me! I can’t get another job! This is all I have! And I’m barely making enough money as it is.”
He spanked her so hard, her cries were as loud as a police siren. “Stop!” she begged.
He whacked her a good one. “You started a rotten business! All because you couldn’t stand up to your ex-husband!”
“You jerk! I loved him and he cheated on me! He humiliated me! He slept with one of my students as soon as she turned eighteen! He left me for one of my stupid students and you fault me for going after him? He had all the money! He took me for everything because he had a better lawyer and he started it all! He got the house, the vacation house, everything because I couldn’t afford to keep them up. Don’t go judging me when you don’t know the whole story.”
“I can only judge you on your actions and your actions are deplorable,” he said, swatting her soundly.
He yanked up on her pants and set her on her feet. The confident and amused grin on his face made her want to punch him again. But her ass hurt so badly, just flexing her muscles to steady her feet was agony. She forced her arm to her side.
“Good choice,” he said with a sharp nod.
She almost hit him again.
“Now, Miss Troublemaker, you’re going to quit your job and find another.”
He reached into his jacket pocket and withdrew a small black case. Opening it, he took out a pen and scribbled something inside. She realized the pad of paper was his checkbook. He tore off a check and handed it to her. Ten grand. Just like that, he writes a damn check for ten grand.
Fury boiled her insides. So he thought she could be bought off, did he? She made a move to tear up the check, but stopped before the paper ripped. Wait a minute here. Wait just a goddamned minute. If she wanted revenge on the guy, why was she refusing his cash? The dude just handed her ten grand. She’d take the damn money and use it to ruin his life.
Oh, this just got better and better.
A plan was brewing inside her darling head, Peter could see it. The wheels turning, she hadn’t given up the game. He inwardly smiled. This was going to be fun. She thought she was smarter than he. Thought he couldn’t read her. A serious miscalculation. He had an arsenal at his disposal she couldn’t even imagine.
“Do we understand each other, Miss Wright?”
She blinked at him, at attempt at looking innocent. Then her brow furrowed, her mouth twisted, her attention went back to the check. “Yeah. You win, okay.”
“You wouldn’t be lying to me, would you? You know what I do to liars?”
“I can guess,” she muttered.
“Good. I’ll be checking on you.”
“I’m sure you will. Can I go now?”
“Yes. But first, I need to straighten something out.”
Her eyes dilated, she took a step towards the door; clearly worried another spanking was forthcoming.
Grabbing her by the wrist, he pulled her to him and kissed her before she could react.
©2011, Michelle Carlyle
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If you are offended by spanking and explicit sexual situations, please go elsewhere. 18 and over, only please. If you're a fan of romantic spanking fiction, then this is the blog for you. I mainly write m/f spanking fiction involving loving couples. My men are all Alpha, my women are smart, sassy and very bad girls who learn that their errant ways can lead to some painful consequences. My work appears on the website Discipline and Desire. I also write fun erotica involving threesomes (also with lots of spanking!) and other spanky sexual adventures. If you want to buy my books, check out my website, www.michellecarlyle.com or go to disciplineanddesire.com.