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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.

Friday, March 25, 2011

Revenge, Inc, Part Um, Eleven????

Hey Spankophiles!!!!

Damn, I had the best sex last night!!!!!!! Our new bed rocks! We got one of those airbeds with the firmness controls. Finally, my back is okay after getting a good pounding. Whoo-hooo! Hubby is a very large human being and has been known to almost send me through walls during lovemaking. But he is the BEST. And now our new bed will aid us in our fun. Yay!!!!!

Only problem was the port afterwards. I love port. A little tooooo much.

Enough about me and my sex life, let’s move onto Peter and Fay’s sex life. Which seems to be heating up. I think you’ll like today’s post. Tune in next week for yet another chapter in Revenge, Inc. Which will be found in my upcoming release, Straightjacket of Lies. I think. Unless I change the title between now and release time.

My extreme professionalism astounds me at times.

Hugs to all you wonderful people!!!! And have a great weekend!!!!!


“I don’t want you doing that work,” Peter said, his mouth a firm line.

“Only what I’ve got on my books right now.”

“No. I mean it. You take my money or I go out and buy a paddle.”

“Peter, I have to—”

“No, you don’t. I’m wealthy. I can afford it.”

“Look, I don’t want—”

“Listen to me. You want to be in a relationship with me, you listen to me. You quit that business, return the money and hang up your closed for business sign.”

“Mitzi is dependent on the business, too. She’s my partner.”

“I’ll give you enough to give her a month’s pay to find a new job.”

“No, I can’t do that.”

“Yes, you can. Think of it as a no-interest loan if you prefer.”

She fell back against the pillows. She twisted her mouth, her brow wrinkling. “I could do a loan.”

A surge of hope raced through him. She was passing all his tests. Great. “Now you’re talking.”

She looked over at him and grinned. Then her worried expression returned. “Are you sure you want to be with me? I mean, I’m not from your world.”

“Ahhh, you’re an alien, now that makes sense.”

She laughed. “No, I—”

“Not from my world… Sure you are. I may work in an expensive building and make lots of money, but I’m no different than you. I work for my money. I always have. I didn’t come from money. My parents were immigrants. Worked very hard to make sure I got into a good school. Luckily, school was easy for me, got into Harvard and made some great connections. And yes, I like the trappings, obviously. And my club. But I don’t think about it very much. All I wanted was to create a sustainable business and take care of my family. Put my daughter through a good college.”

His gut tightened. He got a sour taste in his mouth. He missed his daughter so much.

Fay reached over and brushed some hair off his brow. “Sorry about that. She’ll wake up. I got the impression she was avoiding you because her mom would go psycho, but that she didn’t hold a grudge against you. She’s just afraid of Lily.”

He shook his head. “Very angry with Lily.”

“You have a right to be. I can provide you with some evidence, if you want custody.”

“No. I have some, too. I don’t want Jilly hurt.”

“I hear you. And I’m sorry I had anything to do with that.”

“I know. While I think your methods of earning your employment are sorely lacking, I didn’t know about Malcolm. But I believe you. I see such a different side to those men than…I mean, I saw the signs with Malcolm. Damn. That’s a shame. I knew his wife in college. Good person.”

“See? I’m not that bad.”

He smirked at her, grabbed her and tossed her over his lap. He spanked her lightly a few times. “Oh, yes, you are very bad.”

She squealed and tried to get away. He held her more firmly and reached underneath her with one hand. Exploring gently, he found her sensitive little bud.

She giggled and made a less than half-hearted attempt at getting away.

While circling her now engorged clit, he slapped her upturned buns. She ground her hips against his hand and let out a guttural snarl.

He felt like he’d won the Lottery. A playmate made exactly to order. Heady with lust, his mind swirled; fantasy after fantasy bombarded his mind. Fay tied to his closet door, wriggling while he whipped her taut, rounded buns with his riding crop. Her in his Hawaii condo, naked on the divan, her legs spread, a saucy look in her eye, her full round lips parted slightly.

He would screw her from one coastline to the other. In the company jet. In every fancy hotel.

He increased the rhythm with his finger on her clit, she made little mewling noises, firing up his loins to kiln-like temperatures. His cock hurt it was so hard.

He spanked each bun in turn, her breathing increased, she began panting. He carefully worked her ass, building the punishment with his attentions to her sex.

She cried out and wildly bucked against his hand, her body shuddering and shaking as she came.

He lessened the spanks; she murmured under her breath and collapsed in his lap.

Unable to hold himself back any longer, he picked her up and placed her on her hands and knees.

She raised her ass high in the air, turned and sent him a little half-smile, her dark gaze heavy-lidded with lust.

He stroked her inner thighs, teasing her.

“Oh, do me, Peter. I want your cock inside me. All the way. Do it, do me!”

Still touching her with one hand, he moved to the side of the bed and retrieved another condom. He put it on in a flash and was behind her.

He leaned down and bit her butt, she squealed. And then he was inside her. Lost again in ecstasy.

He drove into her depths, all the way to the hilt. She pounded the mattress with her fist, groaning and yelling her pleasure. It seemed she came with every thrust. Her ass felt so good in his hands; her lips so amazing, so tight on his tool, Peter never had this kind of wild sex before. Hadn’t felt this lost in lovemaking. Intoxicating woman.

He would never let her go.

©2011, Michelle Carlyle

Friday, March 18, 2011

Revenge, Inc. Part Ten

Hey Friends!

Such a heavy week! This stuff in Japan has been weighing on me. I’m so worried for the people of Japan. And the nuclear disaster keeps growing. And since I’m on the coast of California, people are pretty paranoid about the fallout reaching us. However, it is important in times like these that you keep your perspective. You do what you can and then return to your lives. Hubby and I sent money to the Red Cross, we’re buying emergency supplies in case of an earthquake and now? We are going to enjoy our lives. And be thankful that a disaster is not directly befalling us. We will rejoice that it is not our turn right now. Being in earthquake country, you never know when the next big one will hit. Yet, someday, we could be dealing with what Japan has dealt with, hopefully not on that scale, but I’ve been through a couple large earthquakes and they really humble you.

But today, everything is fine. And I think that’s important to recognize. How well we’re doing. To be grateful for shelter, food and a nice warm bed. Because we never know when our number is up. So for today, I’m going to write spanky stuff and have fun. My cousin is coming over for corned beef and cabbage (a day late, I know) and we will drink Harp’s, discuss the weeks’ events and then set the worries aside and laugh.

And this weekend, I plan on ravishing my husband and bratting enough to earn a good spanking. Because that’s what life is about. Dealing with concerns, but knowing when to set serious subjects aside and have fun.

So speaking of fun and spanking, here is the next part of Revenge, Inc. Thanks to all my great readers and thanks for the feedback on my work. I greatly appreciate your kind words.

I hope this post finds you all doing well. Happy spanking!


“That was fun,” Peter said. What would she do now? The next few minutes would say a lot about their future. If they would have one.

“Way fun,” Fay echoed.

He pushed away to look deep into her dark gaze. “I didn’t mean those things you overheard and I mean that. That was fanciful boasting and I’m sorry if I hurt you.”

Her gaze sharpened; he instantly regretted ruining the moment. Then her features softened. “Did hurt me.” Her brow wrinkled.

He was such an idiot! Why didn’t he keep his big trap shut?

She bit her lower lip. “Look… what was this? I mean, I don’t know what happened. I never do this. I’ve… I mean, that hurt, then I was all turned on. I’m confused.”

He gave her a firm stare. “I like you. I more than like you. I want to see you. I want to pursue this. I’m not a user. And I hope you’ll give me a chance.”

She jerked her head back, her eyes wide. “Give you a chance? Are you feeling okay? Did I miss something? How did we go from enemies to this? Are you for real?”

He laughed. “There’s no way I can answer that many questions at once.”

“Well, try. I’m confused. I mean, I was, then you… I mean, I’ve never been turned on by spanking. Well, that’s not true. I never tried it, I always wanted to. But I didn’t like it really. That hurt.”

“You weren’t supposed to like it. That was a punishment. You haven’t experienced my play spankings. I guarantee you, I can make you come with a spanking alone.”



“But you don’t hurt—”

“I won’t hurt you. Even if we’re doing role playing—where you’re a bad girl—sensual spankings are more about the scene, the suggestion. There’s a fine line between pleasure and pain, but I know how to dance around it.”

Her eyes dilated. She licked her lips. “I don’t think I’d be into that now, but…”

His gaze shifted to her mouth. “You’d like to try it.”


He kissed her. God, he wanted her again! He hadn’t felt this way since he was a teenager. What was it about this woman?

He got lost in the kiss, his cock growing hard again.

She pushed him away. “God! You’re making me lose my mind. Look, we have to talk. I shouldn’t have done this. I never do this. I never lose myself like this. What is up with you? Ever since I met you, I can’t get you out of my mind. Which is why I trashed this place. You meant some of what you said, didn’t you? Be straight with me. This has gone beyond revenge, beyond—you did this to hurt me, didn’t you? You just set me up.” She sat up and glared down at him.

He pulled her in and kissed her. She fought him, but he held her tightly and kissed her thoroughly until she relaxed.

He ended the kiss. “No. I didn’t set you up. I didn’t know you’d be here. Nor did I plan on seducing you. I’m as surprised as you are, although, I share the same feelings. I haven’t been able to get you off my mind, either. That first kiss I gave you took me by surprise. I had no intention of kissing you. Spanking you, yes. Kissing, no.”

“You planned on spanking me? That wasn’t spontaneous?”

“No, once you pulled that crap on me in Fleur and I saw that very spankable ass of yours sashaying away from me, I thought of little else.”

“Sorry. And I mean that. I did more digging and found out that your wife is a total bitch. But you did hurt my feelings. I need to know what you really think about me. I need you to be honest with me.”

“Oh, God.” He rolled on his back. He hated to cop to his earlier thoughts of her, but if they were to have a future he had to come clean with her.

“You did mean those remarks.”

“Not easy to admit. Look,” he said, rolling up on an elbow.

Hurt, deep in her gaze. Damn it.

“I won’t lie to you. I want a future with you and I need to level with you to do that. Yes, I meant some of it.”

“About me being too low for you?”

“You, no. Your occupation, yes. I won’t apologize for that. Reprehensible. You’ll quit today or I can’t move forward with you. I won’t be in a relationship with someone who hurts people for a living.”

“Payback is all. You were my first target that didn’t deserve the retribution. My first mistake. Your little friend Malcolm Horner is a total dick. You know he missed his daughter’s high school graduation because he was screwing her friend? A girl of barely 18?”

“That was a lie.”

“No, I saw it. The girl taped herself and Malcolm. This is why the judge gave his wife everything she wanted. Then he decided to take revenge on her. He took all her favorite stuff and burned it in their pizza oven.”

“He did not.”

“I was there when she found it. When I went to meet her at her house, she’d just found her high school diploma and a whole bunch of pictures of her parents. He even burned her teddy bear. He destroyed all her precious childhood treasures.”

Peter fell back against the pillows and thought about his exchanges with Malcolm. Come to think of it, he’d seen him dress down a taxi driver once. Seemed a bit inappropriate. And there was that time he’d seen a young girl in his car, crying. Told Peter it was his niece, a guy had just broken her heart and Malcolm was comforting her.


“I’m telling you the truth. Some of your friends are real creeps. And your wife… she’s good. She showed me all kinds of documentation regarding your abuse. Now in retrospect, the docs were clearly forged. I knew something was wrong, but I’d just taken down two of your creepy associates. I figured you must be like them.”

“I’m not.”

“I see that now.”

“I want you to quit. You’ll take my money until you find something decent. I have some connections to some private schools. My firm represents them. I can get you some interviews if you still want to teach.”

She popped up off the bed, her eyes shining. “You mean it? All I want to do is teach. I miss it so much. I mean, getting even with some of those guys has been fun, but it’s mean. I don’t want to do mean things to people, even if they deserve it. I’m sick of it, to tell you the truth. But I’m not taking your money. I pay my own way. I have pride.”

“I don’t want you doing that work.”

“Only what I’ve got on my books right now.”

“No. I mean it. You take my money or I go out and buy a paddle.”

©2011, Michelle Carlyle

Friday, March 11, 2011

Revenge, Inc. Part Nine

Hello Friends!

First, I have to say, my heart goes out to the people of Japan. Horrifying tsunami and earthquake. Right now, near me, the waves are just hitting the California coast and many coastal areas have been evacuated. But the waves don’t look too bad as yet. Causing some damage here, but not extensive. My thoughts and prayers are with all who are suffering.

Okay, now back to fun. Here is the next chapter of Revenge Inc. and I think you’ll be happy with it. Stay tuned. Seven more parts after this one!

I hope all is well with you and yours and I hope we all get hot sex this weekend!


Peter loved the feel of Fay’s bare rear under his hand. Her cries of pain. The kicking, the squirming, the begging. The sight of her previously milk-white buns turning a wonderful shade of red. His hand prints all over her ass. Pure delight.

What made it all the more exciting, she deserved this. She earned it. She’d cancelled all his credit cards, ruined his date with Tiffany, ruined his car and made him a laughing stock in San Francisco society. Of course, partly she’d done it at the behest of his ex-wife. But this recent attack had been all hers.

True, she’d overheard a particularly incriminating conversation of his. One she wasn’t meant to hear. But still, here she was in his bedroom, destroying it. God knows what she’d done before he’d got there. She still hadn’t told him. But she would.

He spanked each bun in turn, then concentrated on her sit spots until her yowls grew deafening.

“Now, are you ready to talk? What else did you do to my room? And my house?”

“Okay, okay!” she sobbed. “Fine. You big bully!”

He whacked her a good one, she yelped. “No editorializing. Just the facts.”

“Fact one, you’re a big dumb jerk!”

He fired into her behind with gusto. The reddish color began to mottle with purple. Amazing how much she could take and still be sassy.

“Ow, ow, ow! Okay, okay, I won’t insult you!”

“You’d better damn well not!”

She cried quietly for a few moments.

He rubbed her ass, relishing the feel of her hot flesh. Her breathing grew more steady. “Now tell me, what else did you do besides cut the legs on my bed frame?”

“Put a bunch of women’s underwear in the drawer where you keep your sweats. Tagged them all, trying to make you look like a pervert.”

He slapped her butt good, all over her now slightly bruised behind.

She shrieked and quivered from the pain. “I’m sorry!”
“I don’t think you are!” he yelled, even though he believed she was. This spanking was so much fun, he didn’t want to stop.

Finally, she began to get hoarse from yelling and more importantly, his hand hurt. He stopped, then massaged her winsome ass, its flesh now hot to the touch. She collapsed against his lap, sobbing softly.

“Anything else you’d like to confess?”


“Come on, I bet you did some other things.”

Her body was sweaty, her breathing ragged. Trying to control the pain.

“I did but you’re blistering my ass and I truthfully can’t take much more.”

“Does this make it feel better?” His thoughts went to the place between her legs. That inviting nexus.

“Umm… yeah.” She ground her hips against his leg, then stopped abruptly.

Was that real? Was she getting turned on? Encouraged, he stroked her behind carefully, sensually. Allowing his worship of her magnificent ass to come through his touch.

He wanted her, wanted this. Wanted to slip inside her, feel her slick lips pressing against him. His cock came to life.

He massaged her sweet backside, thighs and lower back.

She pressed her hips against him, her breathing changed.

Time to test her. Releasing his hold on her, he continued to massage her.

She stayed put!

Time for another test. He dipped a finger between her legs, teasing her apart.

She spread her legs. His cock raged, becoming flesh-like steel. He slipped his hand lower, into the moist and soft folds of her sex. Heaven. She moved her legs apart and lifted her ass up, inviting him inside.

His eyes greedily took in the sight of her mottled buns, her sex peeking out, the dark wisps covering her gorgeous lips. He groaned deep in his throat.

He slid a finger inside her wet softness and nearly fainted with lust. Overcome, he had to forcibly stop himself from flipping her over onto the bed. All he wanted was to plunge inside her depths.

Delighting in the feel of her wet lips, he thrust inside again. She moaned and moved her hips in time to his motions.

Unable to stop himself, he withdrew his finger, flipped her over on his lap, cuddled her and kissed her.

She opened her mouth to him, making soft animal noises. Her tongue played with his; she tasted so sweet, he kissed her more deeply.

Slipping a hand between her legs, he played with her tender folds while exploring her mouth with his tongue.

With a gasp, she pushed her pants off. Hungrily, he thrust into her with his finger, then withdrew and circled her hard, little nub.

She cried out.

He could stand it no more. He grabbed her and tossed her back on his flattened bed and dove between her legs to taste her enticing, beautiful sex. Running his tongue all around her hardened clit, she scissored his head and cried out, bucking up against him. He grabbed her hips and pressed her firmly to the mattress. She screamed, thrashing about. He rode her like a wild pony, working hard to keep flicking her special spot.

All at once, she pushed his head away. “I need you inside me. Peter, please, do it to me!”

In record time, he’d undressed and slipped on a condom. He’d never seen his dick this hard before.

Angling himself over her, he slipped inside slowly. Her lips pulsed around him, he fought with himself. He would make this last. He wanted to be inside her forever.

She lifted her legs, allowing him better access. “Yeah, ride me! Ride me!”

Growling, he drove inside her, her wetness and her tightness making him crazy with desire.

She threw her head back, her mouth open in a scream. Her lips spasmed around his tool, he began to lose it.

Grabbing her wrists and holding them over her head, he ploughed into her. Lost in her, the power over her, the sight of her beautiful face, twisted in pleasured agony, sent him higher into rapture.
She bellowed with joy. “I’m coming! I’m coming ! Yeah! Yeah!”

Her lips latched hard around him, she bucked up against him, thrashing and crying out.

His pulse pounding in his ears, he blasted off inside her, his body rocking with earth-shattering spasms. Nothing had ever felt this good before.

She writhed underneath him while he ground into her, savoring every thrust of the act.

He finally rolled off her, disposed of the condom, then took her sweaty and now very pliable body into his arms. She curled into him and sighed deeply.

“That was fun,” he said. What would she do now? The next few minutes would say a lot about their future. If they would have one.

©2011, Michelle Carlyle

Friday, March 4, 2011

Revenge, Inc, Parts Seven and Eight

Hey Buddies in Cyberspace!

Michelle here, still cranking out novels. Haven’t done anything but work in three weeks. Still near brain dead, but happy.

And now for your reading pleasure, I am giving you a double dose of Michelle today. Two chapters in one post!!!! YAY!!!!!

I hope you have some fun weekend plans that involve sex and spanking! I hope I have some fun weekend plans that involve sex and spanking!

Hugs and love to all you wonderful people!

“All right,” Peter said. “You can go, but first, let me clarify something. Don’t let our paths cross again with this job of yours. If it’s in my face, I’m going to do something about it.”

“But what you don’t know, won’t hurt you.”

“Exactly. Find out who my friends are and avoid them.”

“Or get better at what I’m doing so you couldn’t possibly connect me to their misfortune.”

He hardened his stare. “Let’s put it another way, if one of my close friends gets a hangnail, I’m coming for your pretty little ass.”

She frowned. “That’s not fair.”

“Neither is life.”

Fay snorted. “A crack shows in Mr. Ethic’s carefully constructed exterior.”

“I didn’t say I was ethical, that was your hypothesis.”

“You are ethical. But your hormones aren’t. Good day, Mr. Madden. I hope we won’t meet again.”

“And I hope we do. Only under better circumstances.”

“I will run the other way.”

“I’ll train for sprinting.”

“Jesus, buddy, let it go. You’re still playing with me. I know, you think you’re the master of your universe and maybe with the players you have now in your game, you are. But you can’t understand the level I play on. I’m dangerous. I’m only going to warn you this one time. You decide to pursue me, professionally or personally and it will not go well for you. I don’t think I’m right for you, even for a fling. We have different morals. You can’t correct me or save me. Or help me. I am incorrigible and this will be the only time I admit this. If you cross the line and we end up… involved, I take no responsibility for destroying you. That will all be on you. Don’t laugh. I’m giving you fair warning.”

“Thank you. I think.”

“Good day, Mr. Madden.”

“Good day, Miss Wright.”

“That’s Ms. Wright to you, buddy.”

“Ms. Wright.”

She smirked at him, then walked by him. At the last second, she glanced up at him. She hesitated, her dark eyes, sparkling with fire and lust, peered deep into his. A slight half-smile, a quick look at his mouth, then she walked on past. His cock strained against his pants.

No woman had ever lit his fire like this. Never. She had the number to his libido and had it on speed dial. He wanted to be inside her more than he wanted anything in that moment.

The door closed. His mind raced for plans to get her back. Take her. He wanted this woman. And maybe for keeps. He’d never walked away from a challenge before. And she challenged him. He grinned. This would be fun. Yes, he’d see her again. He’d make sure of it.

Once Fay got home she realized she’d forgotten one detail about Peter Madden’s surveillance: she’d left a bug in his car. Easy to retrieve, since she had a set of keys to his Lexus. The battery on the bug should be dead by now. She had the device on for the past week, the tiny button batteries normally only lasted a short time.

She turned on the receiver to check. Car noise came over the speaker. Peter was driving somewhere and no, the battery hadn’t died yet. Later tonight, she’d go over to his house and retrieve it while he was asleep.

Just as she reached over to turn off the speaker, Peter spoke. “Horatio, you can’t believe my evening...”

Her stomach felt funny.

“Oh, yes, I found her and spanked her. You should have seen those bare buns over my lap. Gives me a woody just thinking about it. You want a hot little girl, Fay Wright is that. Oh, yes, she’s a brat. A bona fide brat who needs a lesson. One I’m really going to enjoy giving her. No, she’s not giving up. I just have to find out who she’s going after next and warn them. I’m putting Williams on her case… No, I think she liked it. She’s giving me ideas. Like she may just be the playmate I’ve been searching for. There was this look in her eye, wow. All I could think about was plundering her. Spanking her then bending her over and doing her right there. You’ve got a hard-on? I’ve had one since I met the girl… Serious? With her? Are you kidding? With a poor woman who debases herself to make her income? No, I’m not serious. I’m only interested in Fay Wright for sport. While I like her, she’s not good enough to be my girlfriend. Let alone my wife. No, I just want to play with her for a while until I find the next Mrs. Right. Ha! Yes, Fay Wright, such a misnomer. Should be called Ms. Right Now. Ms. Wrong But Fun In Bed.”

Every nerve ignited. Humiliation coursed like hot lava through her veins. Glowering at the speaker, she shut it off. She’d heard too much as it was. So she wasn’t good enough for him, huh? By the time she was through with him, he would eat those words. She wouldn’t settle until he was destroyed. Thoroughly, utterly destroyed.

First things, first. She needed to find out who this Williams guy was. Then she’d put her plan into place. And this one would be a great one. Peter Madden wouldn’t know what hit him.

Peter put his American Express card on the waiter’s bill tray; the waiter nodded and took it away. “Yes, Horatio, I’ve got Williams on her. You have to meet her. I have to figure that out. Don’t want her near my other friends. Especially not the ones she’s targeted.”

Horatio smiled. “Too funny. Sounds kinky, that girl.”

“Wait. I’m just about to reel her in for our second round of play.”

“I’m sorry, sir, but this was denied.”

Peter stared up at the waiter, confused. “What was denied?”

“Your American Express card,” the tall Asian man replied, handing him back his card “Do you have another?”

Stunned, Peter took out his wallet and fished out another card. “What the hell?”

Horatio raised an eyebrow.

The next card was denied, too. Horatio threw his on the table. It went through.

The truth hit him fast. “Fay Wright. Somehow, someway, she did this. I know it.”

Horatio smiled. “Seems as if she played her hand first, my friend.”

Peter scowled. “Doesn’t it, though. But I had Williams on her all week. He’s kept her in sight the whole time. All she’s done is look for work and hang out at her house on her computer.”

“Maybe she knows Williams is on her.”

Peter stroked his chin. “Maybe.”

“Hire another man. And don’t let Williams know. Maybe she paid him off.”

“Hmmm. Good idea.”

Later, in his office, Peter called another private detective, one he’d worked with occasionally. It was only two hours later he got his first report.

Blackie Menner’s raspy voice sounded triumphant. “She’s pulled one over on Williams, all right. While he was covering the front, I covered the back. She put a dummy in front of her computer on a rocking chair with a motor attached, then slipped out the back. She’s workin’ all right. I’m following her right now. And oh, look, she just turned off. Guess where we are? Your place.”

“Keep her there. I’m on my way.”

Vengeance and rage flooded his system. He’d get her, all right. She’d never be the same once he was through with her.

Peter pulled onto the street behind his and parked. Creeping through a storm ditch, he approached the fence to his yard and easily scaled it. Making his way through the dense foliage of his hedges, he moved to a place where he could see into the house. He called his private detective.



“I’m in the back yard, but I can’t see her.”

Blackie laughed. “She’s in your bedroom.”

An evil smile curved across his face. Perfect. “Thank you, your job is done. I’ll send the check.”

“Anything else, you just let me know.”

“I will, and thanks.”

Peter hung up and circled the house. Slipping in through his office door, he crept silently through the house and up the stairs. He stopped at the door to his bedroom. Rustling sounds came from the room.

Fay cackled. “Oh, this is a good one! A real good one! Peter, old, boy, you won’t know what hit you. Not good enough for you, huh? I’m a sport, huh? Wouldn’t debase yourself, huh? Well, this oughta debase you.”

Peter stepped back, stunned. She’d overheard that conversation he’d had with Horatio! No wonder she’d come after him. He’d hurt her. The minx had overheard him, believed his bravado act and attacked him for it. Which meant that she liked him far more than she’d let on.

He paused and thought. How did he really feel about her? He wanted her, that was for sure. But he’d never meant to hurt her. Truthfully, he didn’t think she was very serious about anything. But he probably shouldn’t have used the word “debase”. Pretty demeaning. Still, if they were to have a future—and he was beginning to realize he might actually want one with her—he needed to set some ground rules.

Straightening his shoulders, he walked into his bedroom.

Fay turned, a magazine in one hand and some of his sweats in the other. Her jaw dropped, her pupils went to pinpricks, then dilated. She screamed.

Throwing the objects in the air, she rushed him. But he was ready for her.

Crouching low, he caught her, flung her over his shoulder and strode to his bed. Throwing her down on the mattress, he leapt on top of her, right as she screamed, “No!”

A loud cracking came from the bed; it collapsed. He fell on top of her; their limbs entangled.

She pushed on his chest. “Ow! Get off me!”

He pushed himself up a bit, just enough to get hold of her wrists and angle his body over hers. He glowered down at her. “Let me guess, you sawed through the legs of my five thousand dollar bed frame.”

Red-faced, she fought him. “Serves you right for spending so much on a stupid bed frame.”

Narrowing his eyes, he easily kept control over her. “What else did you do?”

“I’m not telling!” She thrust her jaw out defiantly.

While some impulse encouraged him to slap her, a stronger one urged him to kiss her. Such a cute little thing! Her dark eyes sparkled with rage; her dark hair fanned out on the pillow. The stubborn set to her lips made him want to devour her. Not only that, her body was made in heaven. Long, buff legs, lovely rounded hips and the sweetest breasts he’d seen in a long time. Perfect handfuls. All he wanted was to take them in his mouth while thrusting into her. That beautiful mouth open wide, screaming his name. He got hard, quick.

“Maybe I can coerce you into talking.”

In one move, he had her up and off the bed and over his knee. Thankfully, the mattress and box springs were tall enough for him to get his legs in a good place for spanking her. He grabbed her flailing arms and pinned them. She wore tight black workout pants, accentuating her enticing rounded behind. He ran a hand appreciatively over her firm buns.

“Stop that, you pervert!”

Yes, her lesson. With one tug on the back of her pants, he exposed her bare ass. He gasped at its perfection. Alabaster skin, not one ounce of fat. He wanted to eat her alive.

But first, the spanking. Raising his arm high in the air, he let the weight of his swing power his first swat. A loud report followed by her screech exhilarated him. She nearly jumped off his lap. A red mark in the shape of his hand appeared on her behind. A thrill went through his loins. He got harder.

“Stop it! Peter!”

“No, I won’t,” he replied calmly.

The power over her, along with her amazing body, intoxicated him. He laid a series of fearsome strikes all over her vulnerable rear. She howled and begged him to stop. But he wouldn’t. This wasn’t just a lesson for the moment, this was a lesson for life. He was sure. He wanted her. And he wanted her for keeps. But first, he had to lay down the law with her. This little girl needed taming. And he was just the man for the job.

©2011, Michelle Carlyle