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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, June 3, 2011

Princess Lisa, Part Two

Hey Guys!

I’m off to get a molar pulled in ten minutes. Oh, joy. So this will be short and sweet.

Here’s the next installment of Princess Lisa, soon to be found in some book of a title that escapes my mind. Sorry. I’m a little freaked out right now.

Hugs to all,

“You’d better listen to me,” Jake warned.

“I will, I will!”

“Good. Good girl. Now you stay like that. Don’t move or I’ll get my belt. You’re being punished. And I ain’t letting you off easy tonight. Tonight, you learn a lesson. I’ve let you go too far, but tonight, I’m reining you in. No Survivor, no dinner, you’re staying like this until I say.”

“No Survivor!” Lisa yelped before she could stop herself.

He fired into her behind with amazing force and precision. The flat of his large, firm hand nearly covered each bun. Her ass felt like he’d torched it with a flamethrower. He kept going, long after she thought he’d stop. Every nerve of her body was on fire. This was terrible! She clutched the seat for dear life. She was so dizzy from hyperventilating, she was worried she’d faint. Yet, the torment went on and on. He spanked her and spanked her until she thought she’d lose her mind.

He stopped, she nearly collapsed on the seat, her legs shook so badly, they barely held her up.

“Stay still!” he ordered.

“I’m trying!” she wailed.

Swat! “Try harder!”

She somehow managed to stop her legs from wobbling. But they still shook some. She concentrated on holding onto the seat. Her back hurt, her arms hurt, her legs hurt and her ass felt like it should be bleeding it stung so badly. Jesus, what got into him?

“Good. Finally. Finally you’re getting the picture. Now when I say you clean the house, you clean the house, right?”


“When I say I want the oil changed on the car, you do it!”

“Yeah! I will! I promise!”

“Okay then. You don’t move. I’m gonna get myself a beer, come back here and watch you suffer for awhile. I don’t know when I’ll let you up.”

He left the room. As soon as she heard the fridge open up, she stood quickly, causing her buns to hurt just from the movement. She rubbed her back fast, then put her hands back on the seat.

He walked into the room. “I didn’t hear you move, did I?”

“No sir.”

“Good. Good girl. Maybe I’m getting through to you.”

He walked over and sat down on the couch directly behind her. “I like this view. That sweet pussy of yours, that bright red ass. Your long legs. You’re learning a lesson, aren’t you, baby?”

“Yes, Jake.”

“Good. I work too hard for you to disrespect me like this. Yeah, this is good. I like the way you look. Spread your legs further apart. Further. Ass up a bit higher. Good, good. Yeah, look at that. You know what I’m gonna do to you now?”

“No, Jake.”

“Neither do I. But it’s gonna be fun for me. You owe me. All this crap you’ve been pullin’. You’re a brat. A bona fide brat and I’m gonna tame you. Yes, I am.” He took a long draw off his beer. “Disobeying me. I work hard, come home to a dirty house and no food. It ain’t right. You have not been treating me right.”

“I’m sorry, Jake.”

“Yes, you’d better be. And by the time I’m through with you, I think you’re gonna think twice about disobeying me. And if I found out you lied to me today—and I’m gonna be investigating—you can expect a lot more evenings just like this one. Ass up higher! Yeah… yeah. That’s good, baby. Real good.”

Her arms hurt so badly and so did her back, it was almost worse than the spanking. How long would he make her stay like this? This was awful! Where had all this bravado of his come from? The last time he spanked her, it was over his knee and quick. What had gotten into him?

“Now stand up,” he ordered curtly. Groaning, she stood and rubbed her lower back. “Now sit.”

She turned around, sat down and yelped. Sitting was agony on her sore buns. He grinned at her reaction. But her back felt much better and the ache in her arms began to wane.

“Spread your legs as far as they can go. Good, good. Damn, you got a nice pussy. Pull your lips apart. Show me. Show me, baby. Yeah, good. Further apart. Further. Yeah, just like that. Now close your eyes. Do it!”

She obeyed. She heard some rustling, he was right near her. His fingers traced the inside of her thighs. Oh, this felt good. Really good. Her sex got wet; her clit engorged. Oh, man, she wanted him to touch her. But she knew she’d better not ask.

“Good girls get rewarded. Bad girls get punished. Tonight, you’re a bad girl. Everything I’m about to do to you is about me, not you. You’re gonna be really lucky if I let you come. Because at this point, I’m leaning towards not letting you. But boy, will you want to. Now if you come before I let you—if I let you—I’m gonna wail on that ass of yours again. Just as hard and long as I did before. You hear me?”

“Yes, Jake.”

“Good girl. Keep it all open for me. Yeah, good, good.”

Eyes closed, her pulse quickened. What would he do to her now? Felt like he was blending in some of their power games with her punishment. Oh, dear. The man was inventive and a bit scary sometimes. Never hurt her, but there was a look in his eye that terrified her. Jake had edges.

She felt his breath on her exposed clit. She curled her toes. Damn it, she wanted to come and he hadn’t even touched her yet.

Warm, wet and tantalizing, he gave a light lick on the head of her swollen nub. She nearly jumped out of the chair.

“Stay still!”

She forced herself to stop moving.

“Keep your legs spread and show me yourself. Show me. Further… yeah. Yeah, baby, yeah,” he purred.

His sensual tongue slid slowly up her slit and rested on her clit.

She gripped the chair and squealed, praying she could stave off the orgasm.

He flicked her clit fast. She screamed. Right when she was about to come, he stopped.

She burst into agonizing tears. “Oh, God, Jake, I’m sorry. Please, please, please let me come.”

He laughed. “Oh, no, baby. We haven’t even started yet.”

“No!” she cried.

©2011, Michelle Carlyle


Paul said...

Michelle, Lisa has herself a cruel, cruel mam, will she enjoy it, I'll say!
I hope that the dental torture isn't as bad as you anticipated.
Love and warm hugs,

Antoinette said...

I'm glad I'm not the only one who dislikes the dentist. The only fun part about going is my dentist looks funny.. :D

Wow.. hot and bothered. Sweet torture too, I'd hate and love to be in her position, without the sore bottom of course. ;)

Awesome story! Can't wait for next week!

Michelle Carlyle said...

Paul! Antoinette!

Thanks for the well wishes. The procedure went well, but was just a tad bit heavier than I imagined, but it still went fine. My jaw is sore and I'm speaking with a lisp, but that will pass shortly. Or path thortly. They gave me a shot of Valium and I don't remember much of the experience. Thankfully. I'm just bummed at how much the implant will cost. Like 3200, out of pocket. OUCH!!!! Oh, well. Better sell some more books.

hugs to you both,
Michelle (or Mithelle)

IslaWinters said...

I've just recently stumbled across your blog, and I love your writing! This story is extremely sexy and I will be eagerly awaiting Part 3!


Michelle Carlyle said...

Welcome, my dear! So glad you found me!