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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, July 29, 2011

Frenemies, Part Six

Hellllooooo Spanko Friends!

Michelle here. (really?) I hope you are all having a spectacular summer. Much sympathy goes out to my friends in the center of the country with all that horrid heat. I’m not good in the heat. Which is why I live near the Northern California coast. And because I was born here. Mainly because I was born here because, I have to say, California is not really the place to be. Not anymore. Roads are terrible, schools are falling apart and have dropped to 48th in the nation in ranking and our taxes are super high. But at least our weather is good. I suppose that is some comfort. Plus in the Bay Area, the food rocks. If you’re a foodie. But other than that, I wish I lived somewhere cheaper.

Wait. This is a spanking blog. Not a California blog. So speaking of spanking, I’ve been working out too much and my husband just laid some nice ones on me and wowwwwweeeee, did they hurt. Not fun. My ass muscles are killing me. Different kind of pain. He thought it was very amusing. So he gave my ass a nice grab and again, wowwwwweeee, that hurt. I hope my body adjusts to the new workouts shortly so I can get back to some spanking fun.

Speaking of spanking fun, here’s the next chapter of Frenemies, soon to be found in Pushing Boundaries.

I hope you all have a spank-tastic weekend!

Hugs and love,

Shrieking in surprise, Zoe fought him. “Hey! What gives? I haven’t done anything!”

“I know you haven’t. This is a maintenance spanking.” Bryce grabbed the waistband of her sweats and pulled them over her amazing, round, firm ass and down her delicious thighs. His dick turned to steel.

She kicked her legs. “You can’t do this!”

He answered with a nice swat across both of her milk-white buns. She yelled, more angry than in pain. A nice pink handprint appeared on her lovely rear end.

“Bryce! Unfair!”

“I’ll tell you what’s fair,” he said, laying a good one on her left cheek.

She howled. Ever the drama queen.

“I won’t put up with this!” Angry now. Almost an order.

“This is a warning spanking.” He spanked her right cheek, then began a good rhythm, alternating between her two globes.


“I’m leaving on a business trip in a few hours and I’ll be gone until tomorrow night. I’m reminding you to obey me. Last time I left, you went out for chocolate,” he said, punctuating his sentence with a powerful swat to her sit spots. “And almost got kidnapped.” He increased the intensity of his spanks and aimed for both cheeks at once.

“Owwww! No fair! I haven’t done anything yet!”

“Yet?” He took the opportunity to really give her some hard ones. Her ass was still red, but had just begun to show a few purple dots. Time to finish up.

“I meant I haven’t done anything! At all! No yet!”

“You’d better not be planning anything, either, Missy.” He eased up a tad and worked her ass a bit more, putting the finishing touches on his masterpiece, making sure that no spot remained unspanked.

“I’m not!”

He stopped, but didn’t let her up. He gently rubbed her ass, tantalized by the feel of her hot flesh.

She grumbled and growled, but as he worked out her pain, she began to relax.

He loved this part. The transition from punishment to pleasure. Of course, it was all pleasure to him, but he loved watching her fight herself. She wanted to stay mad. She wanted to pout and threaten him and throw a tantrum. But all it took was a few minutes of his practiced touch and the rabid tiger turned into a purring kitten. A lovely, lush, ripe sex kitten.

As soon as her shoulders loosened and she draped across him, he slipped his hand between her legs.

Predictably, she stiffened and fought him. “No, goddamn it! I’m mad at you!”

He forced her legs further apart and his finger found her hard clit. He smiled. She wanted him badly, but wouldn’t admit it. Not for another few seconds.

“You big dumb jerk! I didn’t deserve...that…oooh.” She arched her back and gave him better access. Then she attempted to close her legs, but he stayed with her. “I’m not liking this! I’m…not. I…ooh. Wow, that is so amazing. No! I am not falling…for…your…oh, God, that feels so good!”

He did little figure-eights over her tiny head and she squealed, this time with pure pleasure. He couldn’t wait to be inside her.

Bryce increased the pace with his finger, luxuriating in the feel of her tender folds, reveling the sexual power he had over her.

All at once, she screamed, her body jerked and she ground her hips into his hand. He worked hard to keep her clit in his control. He loved the way her body spasmed, the heady scent of her sex, the gyrations she made when she came.

When she collapsed, he picked her up, flipped her over and he kissed her red swollen lips, driving his tongue into her sweet mouth. She moaned deep in her throat and looped her arms around his neck. He dominated her, kissing her thoroughly, letting her know that she was his, all his.

He threw her back on the bed, ripped off his pants and dove on top of her. His dick so hard it almost hurt, he slid inside her. At the feel of her tight, slick lips clamping on his shaft, he momentarily lost his train of thought. Gasping, he closed his eyes, his body celebrating the return to his favorite place.

This was where he belonged. Always. Inside her.

All at once, his body took over and he rammed into her softness. She wrapped her legs around his back and arched up against him. Her mouth open, her eyes closed, her long dark lashes laying against the perfect skin of her high cheekbones, she cried out with every thrust.

Blood pounding in his ears, he realized he was about to come. No way. Not yet. He thought of a quick math problem and got control. Driving into her, she growled, then threw her head back against the pillow and screamed, loud and long. Her sex pulsed around him, sending exquisite pleasure coursing through his tool and body.

He rammed into her again and again and when she came even harder, he couldn’t take it and blew inside her. The orgasm wrenched from his body, he cried out and threw himself into her, plowing her sweet folds with abandon.

He thrust inside her long after he’d come, not wanting to part from her amazing body.

Finally, Bryce fell next to her, breathing hard, his body covered in sweat. She snuggled next to him and bit him on the neck sending a strong wave of lust rushing through him.

Then she pushed away. “Why am I being nice to you? You jerk. That hurt. That spanking. When I didn’t even do anything.”

He angled a glance at her. “If you weren’t trying to pull something over on me all the time, perhaps I wouldn’t feel like you needed warning spankings.”

“When have I tried to pull something over on you? Lately, I mean.”

He laughed. “Lately, she says, when we’ve only been together three weeks.”

“Still. You made your message clear that first time.”

He brought her to him and hugged her. “I need to keep you safe. Now that I have you, I can’t imagine life without you.”

©2011, Michelle Carlyle

Friday, July 22, 2011

Frenemies, Part Five

Hey Friends!

How are you? I’m doing well. Here’s the next installment of Frenemies. Originally, when this story appeared on the website, Discipline and Desire, I wrote it as a series of three stories to be run consecutively, yet as stand alone works. The original title for this middle part was The Secret Mission. Sometimes I’ll do that, take a more episodic approach to the stories, like I did with Gerry and Rob. Speaking of my old friends, I should probably do a few more stories with them, to see what they’ve been up to. Since Gerry never learns her lesson and will never understand that she’s a reckless menace—like Zoe and so many other of my characters—there is always plenty of fodder for the spanking mill with those people. And now, onto the show.

Have a great weekend!

Hugs and love,

“What? Does he have a bridle on you and reins?” Karen demanded. “A muzzle? Handcuffs?”

“Practically,” Zoe said with a snort.

“You have to get out of there and come dancing with us.”

“I want to, believe me. But there’s no way Bryce is gonna let me.”

“You’ve been tamed.”

Zoe moved the phone from one ear to the other and plopped down on her bed. “No. There’s extenuating circumstances I can’t discuss. Consequences from Roland’s death.”

“Are you in danger or something? From what happened to your store? That fire?”

“I can’t talk about it.” She stretched out on the bed. She caught the scent of Bryce’s cologne on her comforter. A little zing went through her sex. Their early morning wake-up sex session had been nothing short of spectacular.

“You have to come out and see us. I need the whole story and now.”

“Honestly, Karen, I can’t. He’s got guards on me.”

“So you are in danger?”

“Let me put it this way, I’m talking to you on a prepaid phone, one Bryce doesn’t know about because he’s monitoring all my calls for threats.”

“Damn, that is scary. Maybe you shouldn’t come out.”

Zoe ran her hands through her short hair. “But I’m not sure if there is any danger. I almost got kidnapped a few weeks ago, they caught the guys and supposedly took care of them. And nothing’s happened since. Not that Bryce lets me out of his sight. Ever since we got involved he’s turned into even more of a dictator. I wish I could tell his paranoia from the actual threat of danger.”

“So are you being followed?” Karen asked.

“I don’t know. I don’t know how they could miss me with this giant entourage that follows me everywhere I go. You’d think I was the President.”

“Well, then you can’t come out, can you?” Her friend sounded very disappointed.
About as disappointed as Zoe. “Doesn’t look good.”

“Bummer. Gary Gates is playing.”

She gasped. Her favorite local band! “I’ll be there.”

Karen laughed. “Are you sure? How can you slip out of there if you’ve got a guard detail on you?”

“I’ll figure something out. I have to. Is he playing at Bongo’s?”

“Yeah. Nine o’clock, we’re all meeting there at seven tonight to get a good table.”

“Okay, don’t expect me, but I’ll try my best to get there.”

“Don’t get in too much trouble.”

“When have I ever got in too much trouble?”

“When have you not got in too much trouble?”

Zoe giggled.

She hung up the phone and bit her lip. Damn, she wanted to go. But how? Bryce watched her every move. It was hard enough to hide the prepaid phone from him. But there was no way she wanted him overhearing her conversations with her girls. And good thing, too, if she was to sneak away from him that night. But how?

But she didn’t want to be stupid, either. No way did she want to put herself in danger. She’d dance around the subject and see what information she could get out of him. Had to be careful, though, Bryce could read her mind.

Zoe was up to something. Bryce smelled it the moment he laid eyes on her. More than likely it had to do with her girlfriends. He’d overheard her on her “secret” phone, moments before, talking to Karen. He wished she’d come straight out and deal with her issues directly with him, but the girl was a game player. She’d played his best friend, Roland, until he was on the carpet, barking like a dog. Bryce had known all along what she needed. And now he was giving it to her. He grinned and a charge went through his cock. He’d never enjoyed sex more than with Zoe. Dynamite, inventive and crazy.

But unfortunately, the sparks that made her such a delicious lover, also made her a tornado of trouble. He barely had her under control. Perhaps it was time to buy the paddle.

“What?” she asked, a slight furrow in her brow. A flash of fear went through her green eyes.

“You tell me,” he said flatly.

“Nothin’, why?”

He held her gaze and allowed some darkness to show.

She averted her eyes. Another strong tell. But what was she up to?

Karen probably asked her to go out with the girls. He smiled inwardly. Such the perfect opportunity to teach her a lesson. Yes, he’d go right out and pick up a paddle. Maybe a riding crop. Maybe a whole slew of implements.

“You seem pensive.” He walked over, sat next to her on the bed and took her hand. “What’s troubling you?”

“Nothing. I…”


“Okay, so what kind of danger am I still in? Do you have any guess when I can start thinking about reopening the store?”

“I’m not sure. We’re still trying to track down who made the threats.”

“I thought you’d found out when you caught those guys who tried to kidnap me.”

“They were hired by someone. And as it turns out, they don’t know who it was.”

“They didn’t know who they were working for?”

“Mercenaries work that way sometimes.”


“Why? Do you want to go out with the girls or something?”

All the color left her face. He had to cough back some laughter.

“No,” she said, her voice cracking. Then an abrupt change in her demeanor. Outwardly, she tried to look relaxed. But her heart was beating so fast, he could see the pulse in her neck.

He lightly stroked the back of her slender hand. “It’s been awhile, I know you must miss them.”

“Nah. I’d rather be here with you,” she said unconvincingly.

“I wish you could, Zoe. I wish I could keep you safe in a club. But it would take too many men and I don’t have them right now.”

“No, it’s cool. I don’t want to go out.”

He studied her. Why did she feel compelled to lie to him? He didn’t know, but he would break her of the habit. First, a warning.

Before she could react, he grabbed her and hauled her across his lap.

©2011, Michelle Carlyle

Friday, July 15, 2011

Frenemies, Part Four

Hey Spankos!

Michelle here, wishing I was playing pinball instead of working. Last weekend was a blast. Pinball, fucking and spanking. WHEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!

Enough, now I’m back to reality and have been working like a dog all week. A typing and writing dog. So here is the next part of Frenemies, soon to be found in a collection of my stories called Pushing Boundaries.

Hugs to all you great people out there!


Zoë let out a scream that echoed throughout the neighborhood. A thug clamped a hand over her mouth and both of them dragged her towards their vehicle.

She bit the man’s hand and he yowled and let go.

“Help! Fire! Help! Jake! Gil! Help!”

The two men started running with her, dragging her toward an awaiting van.

All of a sudden, Jake and Gil attacked her assailants and she was in the middle of a brawl.

As soon as the jerks let go of her, she ran for her place. Lying next to her wooden fence was the bag of chocolate. Swooping it up, she tossed it over and hopped up. Glancing behind her, Jake and Gil had the men on the ground. Thank God!

She jumped down into her yard, bent down and grabbed her chocolate. Turning towards the house, suddenly she was facing Bryce. She gasped.

He looked totally freaked out. “What the hell is going on?”

“Uh…heard a noise like a cat in trouble and I looked over the fence and these two guys grabbed me.”

Bryce’s eyes practically popped out of his head. “What?”

“Yeah and Jake and Gil saved me. They got the guys right now.”

Just then, Jake and Gil appeared at the top of the fence. They climbed over.

Jake said, “They were Mike Harley’s guys. We stripped them of their weapons and wallets.” He showed Bryce his loot.

“Where are they now?” Bryce asked.

“We let ‘em go,” Gil said. “What were we gonna do with ‘em in daylight? Zoë’s screams got the whole neighborhood involved.”

“You sure they were Mike’s guys?” Bryce demanded.

“I recognized them both,” Jake reported.

“Good work. This is the best break we’ve got so far.”

Jake turned to her. “So…Zoë. How—”

Damn it! He was going to tell on her! “Thanks so much for saving me, you guys. I’ll forever be in your debt. But if you’ll excuse me, I need to use the restroom.”

She hustled by the men, careful to hide her bag of chocolate as best she could. She ran all the way into the house, ditched the bag under the bed and rushed into her bathroom. She locked the door. She didn’t have to go, but they didn’t know that.

She thought she heard Bryce yell. She hoped she was wrong. A split second later, the doorknob wiggled.

“Zoë! You get out of there!”

“Uh…I’m busy.”

“The hell you are! Open this door NOW!”

“But I’m—”

The door burst open and Bryce stood there, his face red, his eyes wild. “Are you out of your mind? What the hell were you doing? Where the hell did you go?”

She toed the rug. “I…”

“Where’s the bag? What the hell was so important that you put your life on the line to buy it?”

She couldn’t look at him.

He grabbed her by the arm and dragged her across the room. She expected him to force her to show him the bag. But a second later, she found herself across his lap.

Oh, no!

Even worse, he grabbed her jeans and pulled them off, along with her undies. The most harrowing pain blazed her ass. She cried out in surprise. It hurt like he hit her with a wooden plank. Was that just his hand?

Bryce laid into her butt with powerful swats. Her ass roasting, she’d never experienced this kind of agony before.

“I’m sorry!”

“What (swat) did (spank) you buy?” he demanded, spanking her with scary force.


Which was probably the dumbest response she could have come up with.

He lit into her harder and faster, making her shriek. Sobbing, she could barely get a breath before he spanked her again. Excruciating!

“What did you buy?”


He stopped. “What?”

“Chocolate. I needed chocolate.”

“You almost died for chocolate?” He seared her ass with fiery spanks, her butt burned with raw, horrible pain.

“I’m sorry!”

“What part of ‘stay here’, didn’t you understand?” he demanded, punctuating each word with a nasty swat to her aching buns.

“I won’t do it again!”

“You’re damn right, you won’t!” He yanked her up and cradled her, then kissed her almost as hard as he’d spanked her.

He pushed away with a tortured expression. “I couldn’t stand it if I lost you. Not when I’ve finally got you. After all these years of wanting you and not being able to have you, you can’t do this to me.”

“I’m sorry,” she sniffed. “I thought I could get to the store and back without a problem.”

He blinked as if he couldn’t believe what she said and anger flared in his gaze again. “Were you the one whose shop was firebombed? Weren’t you the one who got shot at?”

“Yeah, but—”

“But what? For chocolate? I could have brought you some.”

“You weren’t supposed to be back until late. I tried the Internet, I begged Jake and Gil, I tried everything.”

He narrowed his dark eyes. “Except for waiting.”

She twisted her mouth to one side and looked away. “Yeah, well it won’t happen again.”

“You bet your bruised little ass it won’t. I’m laying down the law with you, lady. You listen to me and obey me to the letter or you’ll find yourself over my lap. I may even buy myself a paddle if you keep up this kind of crap. I know what you did to Roland. I know how hard you pushed him. Well, I won’t take that kind of shit from you. Don’t look at me like that. You knew I was like this before you committed to me.”

She chewed on her lower lip. “I did. I just…”

“Thought you could manipulate me? That by screwing my brains out, somehow you’d gain control over me?”

She shrugged. “Worked in the past with the other guys.”

“I’m not the other guys. You’ve met your match with me, girl. Your days of manipulation and mind-control are over. I’m in charge now and you do what I say.”

She sent him a look that told him he was completely deluded.

His gaze gleamed with challenge. “I know. You think you’ll win. But you’ve never been with anyone like me before.”

The bigger they are, the harder they fall.

His gaze turned amused and lusty. “Brat.” He leaned in and kissed her. He commanded her mouth, thoroughly exploring her with his amazing tongue. Her mind spun with lust for him.

He pushed her back on the bed and unbuttoned her blouse with a wicked little glint in his eye. God, he was so hot.

And completely overestimating his hold on her.

But he’d learn.

©2011, Michelle Carlyle

Friday, July 8, 2011

Frenemies, Part Three

Heeellllloooooo Out There in Cyberspace!!!

Michelle here. Actually running out the door for a vacation of pinball and fucking. Not necessarily in that order. Collectors bring their arcade and pinball machines, set them on free play and people like me pay 35 bucks to play them all day. From 11am to 2am. I usually conk out early. And the noise is deafening. But man, is it fun. Well, to me, anyway. And the Hubby loves it and we get to have hotel sex and the room’s got a cool balcony. Very excited.

So here is Part Three of Frenemies, soon to be found in Pushing Boundaries, a new collection of my stories.

Hugs to all you lovely people!


An explosion of hormones, love and pent desire of epic proportions blew her mind apart. She’d so longed for this man. He tasted amazing, he smelled intoxicating and his body felt like heaven on top of hers. His steely tool pressed against her belly, she couldn’t wait to have him inside. She wanted him. All of him and right then.

He stopped the kiss and pulled away with a tortured expression. “Does this mean you’re committing to me?”

“Yes,” she cried and pulled on him.

He fought her. “Does this mean you love me?” he demanded.

“Oh, God, yes!”

He groaned, “God, I love you, Zoë.” Then his mouth closed on hers.

Within a heart beat, they were both naked.

When she finally saw his rock hard tool, she gasped. “Oh, my God, you have such a beautiful cock.” Fully erect, he had to be eight inches long of pure steel. Awe-inspiring.

“No, you’re the one who’s beautiful. More than I imagined, Zoë,” he rasped.

He kissed her breasts as if he revered them. She felt starved for him. She took hold of his cock and reveled in the feel of the length of him in her hand.

She tried to pull him on top, but he sent her an evil look. “No way. I’m in charge now. And I intend to tease you some more.”

She sent him a saucy grin, wiggled quickly into place so his cock was right where she wanted it. She opened her legs and he moaned.

“Goddamn you.” He clearly couldn’t help himself and thrust inside her.

She took in a huge lungful of air, surprised and delighted in the feel of huge tool sliding into her. A split second later, she launched into the stratosphere. Coming so hard, it felt like her body blew apart.

Screaming, she fought him, wanting him so badly, but the pleasure was so excruciating, she wanted it to stop too. He took hold of her wrists and powered into her. A kaleidoscope of bright lights flashed through her mind and she lost track of time and space. All she could think of was Bryce and his magic cock.

He built his pace and went deeper; she howled with rapture. He jerked and shuddered with his release, crying out, loud and long. She collapsed to the bed, spent.

A few minutes later, they were at it again. Eight hours later, they spoke their first intelligible words to each other. She snuggled against his sweaty side and giggled.

“I have no brain. You fucked my brains out.”

He laughed and squeezed her. “They were just in the way, anyway.”

“I don’t think I’ve ever had this much sex in my life.”

“Me, neither.”


He kissed her on the temple. “You inspire me.”

She chuckled and hugged him harder. “Well, now I know why you always bugged me so much.”

“Brat. All those years of torment. Now I finally feel even. Finally have control of you.”

“I hate to burst your bubble, but why the hell would you think that?”

“Because you want to please me.”


“And if you tease me or taunt me, I’ll chase you down, spank you and then fuck you until you’re compliant.”

A thrill went through her loins. “You liked spanking me.”

“More than you could know. You can’t imagine my fantasies over the years. Especially when you spilled that wine on my new four hundred dollar shirt.”

She snorted. “That was your fault for spending so much on a stupid shirt.”

He grabbed her, pulled her on top of him and smacked her butt with a series of sharp swats.

“Ow!” She giggled.

“Brat,” he said, kissing her.

The next morning, Bryce got a call early. And he didn’t look happy about it.

“What?” she asked.

“I have to go to a meeting.”

“Something bad at work?”

“Could be. Nothing for you to worry about. Jake will be here and so will Gil. But still not enough men to protect you if you left. You need to stay here. You hear me?”

“I hear you,” she said glumly.

He tucked his finger under her chin and kissed her. “Now be good.”

“When will you be back?”

“Not until late. Don’t hold dinner for me.”


“Don’t worry. Tomorrow I’ll have more guys and we can take a nice long walk and go shopping, okay?”

She brightened. “Okay!”

He laughed and kissed her.

Mid-way through the day, Zoë encountered a problem. She was all out of chocolate. She had no idea how she’d managed to finish it without noticing. She scoured her pantry, but found none. And she was dying for some.

She tried to cajole her bodyguards into taking her to the store. No go. Then she begged for one of them to go out for her. But Bryce had ordered two guards to be with her at all times. She went online and tried to get the store to deliver, but they couldn’t make it until the next day. Finally, she got pissed. It was only three blocks to the store. What could possibly happen in three bloody blocks?

She informed the men she’d be taking a long nap and not to interrupt her. She stuffed her bed, eased the sliding glass door open and flew across the yard and hopped the back fence. She dropped into the parking lot for the condo complex behind her. And waited. She heard nothing.

Victorious, she walked to the store and bought a large bag of various kinds of chocolate. A little spring in her step, she headed home.

As she walked into the condo complex behind her house, tires screeched behind her. She swung around. Two huge men in suits wearing sunglasses leapt out of a dark SUV and rushed toward her.

Her heart nearly stopped from fright. Screaming, she turned and ran into the complex. “Fire! Help! Fire!” she bellowed.

Just as she reached her back fence, the goons grabbed her.

©2011, Michelle Carlyle

Friday, July 1, 2011

Frenemies, Part Two

Hey Spanko People!

Hope you had an awesome week. Mine was the most quiet of my life without my husband around. Awesome. But now, in a couple hours, I go retrieve the Hubby from the airport and hope he’s not too jet-lagged to get busy. Whooo-hoo! Sex!!!! While I haven’t missed doing extra dishes, extra laundry and extra cooking, I missed SEX. Heavy sigh.

I hope you have a spectacular weekend. Happy 4th of July to my American buddies. I won’t bother wishing my English buddies the same. We just won’t go into it. (grin)

Hugs to you all,

Terrified, Zoë dashed across the porch, jumped down, raced around the corner of the house and headed up the driveway.

Footfalls closed in on her from behind. She ran faster.

Right as she reached the front of the house, Bryce grabbed her.

Yelling, she turned and fought him with everything she had, but without knowing how she got there, she was suddenly over his shoulder.

“I’m so going to enjoy this,” he gloated. She could hear the smile in his voice. He gave her a sharp slap on her butt.

“Okay, I’m sorry! I won’t throw any more stuff at you, I promise!”

“Too late, Brat. This has been a long time coming.” He slapped her again. “A long time.”

He carried her down the long driveway, up onto the porch and into her bedroom. Then, very telling and very scary, he shut the sliding glass door instead of leaving the screen open.

He laughed an evil, sinister laugh. “Don’t want the neighbors calling the cops when you start yelling.”

“Bryce! You can’t do this to me!”

“The hell I can’t.”

He sat down on her bed, pulled her off his shoulder and wrestled her across his lap. She felt like a kitten battling Godzilla, all of her strength pitted against his burly muscles was laughable.

He got her arm behind her back and raised her ass high in the air with his thick knee. Then his meaty hand came down and impacted her taut rear. Which stung, but he wasn’t really hurting her. The tendrils of near-pain sent a wallop to her sex. God, he was turning her on!

“Stop it!” she giggled, realizing that giggling wasn’t helping her.

“You have been teasing me forever, woman!” He whacked her butt with gusto and the pain began to build. And so did her desire. She liked this?

She certainly liked his attention and all his manhandling, but she never thought she’d be into spanking. This was fun! She fought even more, enjoying his control over her.

“You spilled wine on me, water, milk and soup!” He increased the intensity of his spanks, making her even hornier. “You’ve blown the papers from your straws at me, made fun of my new shoes—”

“Can I help it if you had a shopping accident and bought clown shoes?”

He gave her a super powerful swat.


“Brat!” Firing into her sit spots, the man wasn’t holding back now. This hurt!

But it still wasn’t anything she couldn’t take. And even though it was painful, it felt good. Which freaked her out some, but then she quickly realized that she was enjoying herself. And should stop fighting it.

“Ow! Bryce!” She kicked her legs.

He laughed, deep in his belly. “Finally! This feels so good! You little witch! Teasing me!” Swat, swat, swat. “Taunting me!” A super fast series of intense spanks across both buns.

A thrill went through her, her sex slicked and swelled with want. Was she going to come from just a spanking? She hoped he wouldn’t kiss her. She’d be on top of him before she realized it.

“You are such a brat! Now who’s in charge? Huh?”

“Not you!”

He chuckled and worked her butt from top to bottom. “What was that?”

“Ow! Bryce!”


All at once, he stopped, picked her up off his lap and tossed her back on the bed. Before she could scramble away, he jumped on top of her, straddling her, and pinned her. She almost came. She’d never been more turned on. All she could think about was his hard dick inside her.

His dark gaze gleaming with power, a huge, evil grin on his face, he gloried in his win. “You’ve been asking for it ever since I met you.”

Sex with Bryce. This wasn’t smart. What would happen? Chaos. Complete chaos. She couldn’t do that to herself. “Get off me, you big oaf!”

His smile faded a bit, his gaze turned sultry and smoldering. “I don’t think so. I think I like this,” he said in a husky voice.

About to fully surrender to him, she struggled with herself and him. “Get off me.”

He studied her, his gaze shifting between her mouth and her eyes.

Don’t kiss me, I’d never recover!

“I know you want me. And you know I want you. We’ve danced around this attraction for years. But now, there’s nothing to stop us. But I’m not sure you’re ready for this. Because you need to know something. We make love and you are mine. For good and forever.”

She nearly fainted with lust. And love. Holy God, she did love him. She’d always loved him. No wonder she hated him so much! It wasn’t hate. It was love.

How terrifying!

“I don’t play the field, I’m a one-woman man. So if you don’t feel the way I do and you aren’t ready to commit to me, then we end this here and now. You don’t tease me, you don’t taunt me. You’re either all in or I’m out. Do you understand me?”

Her mind swirled in confusion. Was she ready to commit to someone? Even someone like Bryce whom she wanted and loved? Roland had only been dead a year. Why did this feel like she was cheating on him?

“Zoë? I asked you a question.”

“I’m not sure, you scare me.”

One side of his mouth turned up in a smile. “You should be. But not for the reasons you think. I’d never hurt you and I’d die for you. But I won’t let you get away with crap, either. You push my buttons and I’ll spank the hell out of you. And love you. And take care of you. But I’m not pressing here, either. I don’t to rush this. But I do want you to know how I feel.”

She nodded.

After a long look deep into her eyes, he moved to get off her. As soon as he broke contact, her body cried out for him. She suddenly couldn’t stand the thought of him parting from her. She reached out quick, grabbed him and pulled him down on top of her and kissed him.

©2011, Michelle Carlyle