Hey Spankos!
How are all you lovely people? I’m still tired from last weekend, but doing well. Show went great, I got more love from people than I’ve ever experienced. Did a good job and now it’s done and I’m moving on.
I hope you guys have a great weekend and here’s the next part of Frenemies, soon to be found in Pushing Boundaries.
Hugs,
Michelle
Bryce rolled up on his elbow. “Why didn’t you and Roland ever move in together?”
“Well we lived together, we just split our time between houses. He left a lot. I felt weird being at his place all alone. Besides, I like my house. Let me guess, you want me to move in with you and leave this place.”
“You have to admit I have a much more beautiful place.”
Zoe thought of his penthouse apartment in San Francisco with its multi-million dollar views. Gorgeous, stunning, but not homey. “I know. Ritzy as hell. But I don’t like being in the City all the time. I like being here in the suburbs, too.”
“I will win.”
“No, you won’t.”
“We’ll see. For now we’ll do what you two did and live between both places.”
“I need a room up at your place and you can take over Roland’s office.”
A shadow passed behind Bryce’s eyes and he sighed.
“I miss him, too, Bryce. A lot.”
“Yeah.”
“You knew him longer than me,” she said.
He sent her a half smile and brushed some hair off her brow. “He loved you so much. And now I understand why. Now that I’m under your spell,” he said, kissing her on the forehead.
“Weird how things worked out. I wonder if he’s happy for us.”
“Of course, he is. He always said if something happened to him that he wanted me to look after you.”
“Did he mean with your dick?”
Bryce laughed. “Probably not.”
“He wanted me to move on. He said if he was gone, that I should find a nice man.”
Bryce sent her a sweet smile.
“Yeah and I’m still lookin’,” she cracked, angling a glance at him for his reaction.
He narrowed his eyes at her, pulled her on top of him and spanked her sore butt. “Brat.”
“Oww!” She giggled, kissed him and he slipped inside her again.
Afterwards, she snuggled against him. “So when can I start working again? I need to rent another space and buy inventory.”
“Soon, hopefully. Are you sure we’ve looked everywhere Roland used to keep his things? You’ve shown me all of his computer equipment?”
“Yep. I’ve been through it all. No extra hard disks floating around. What’s on them, anyway?”
“Evidence linking some people in very high places to criminal activity. Roland almost had his case locked when he…”
“Died. Or was assassinated,” she said, her mood sinking.
“Yes. And unfortunately, no one has been able to find his evidence. Not us and not his enemies.”
“Yeah, I haven’t found anything.”
“Since no information has surfaced, I’m hoping his enemies will eventually give up.”
“Are they still watching me?” she asked.
“From what I understand, yes. In fact, there’s been an uptick in their surveillance attempts. We’ve foiled them all, but these people are tenacious and well connected.”
“So why haven’t they just dropped a bomb on my house?”
“Well, one, because we wouldn’t let them, and two, they think you personally will lead them to the information. That you have the knowledge locked inside your head.”
“But I don’t.”
“I don’t think you do, either. But until they decide to move on, I’m afraid I have to restrict your activities.”
“Bummer.”
“Agreed. I’ll be glad when you can resume your normal life.”
“And then I won’t be such a bother to you.”
He sent her a wicked smile. “Yes. Quite a bother.” He kissed her.
Late that night, Bryce was asleep and she sat up watching Law and Order: Special Victims Unit. Christopher Meloni was such a hottie. Her prepaid phone rang beside her. She’d actually meant to turn it off, but Karen and her two other best girlfriends were the only ones with the number. Bryce didn’t even know she had the phone. It was her secret spy phone.
“Hello?”
Someone was crying on the other end of the receiver.
“Who is this?”
“Zoe?”
“Yeah, who is this and what’s wrong?”
“L-lydia.”
One of her closest girlfriends. “Lyd, what’s wrong, honey? Tell me?”
“M-my computer d-died and I’m screwed!”
“Calm down. Talk to me.”
“I…have to send in this form by midnight or I miss the deadline and can’t get into nursing school and my car’s busted and I’m sick and I can’t go anywhere. I can’t fix my computer and my life will be over unless I can get my hands on one in the next hour.”
“Slow down. Shit. I can’t leave or I’d bring my computer over to you. What time is it?”
“Eleven. Could you please bring your computer over here? Please?”
“I can’t, Bryce won’t let me leave the house.”
“Does he have to know?”
Zoe bit her lip. “No, I guess not.”
“Oh! Please come over, please!”
Lydia was not a known drama queen. In fact, Zoe couldn’t remember the last time she’d seen her cry. If she was this upset, then there was good cause.
Her heartstrings fully tugged, Zoe finally nodded. “I’ll be there in ten.”
Zoe grabbed her black sweatshirt, slipped on some sneakers and stuffed her laptop into a backpack. Lydia lived four blocks away, two if Zoe cut through a couple people’s yards. She’d be back in a half an hour if she did this right.
Zoe snuck out the backdoor and hopped her back fence. Bryce had full-time guards on duty, but they were stationed out front.
A few minutes later, she arrived at Lydia’s. Something was off about the front of her house. Too many lights on. Lydia was a notorious energy conservationist. Maybe she wanted Zoe to feel more welcome.
Zoe knocked on the door. When Lydia opened it, Zoe almost fainted. Lydia looked terrible. Pale as a ghost and shaking, she’d clearly been crying and not just a few tears.
“What’s wrong?”
Lydia sent her a penetrating stare and made a quick movement with eyes to her right. “Nothing, honey. Just the computer.” She shot her a panicky look.
What the hell?
The hair rose on her neck and arms, a weird feeling came over her belly. Someone was there. This was a trap.
She wanted to run, but couldn’t leave Lydia there. Her heart began beating wildly. “Hey, I meant to tell you that I called my cop friend Richard and he’s gonna be stopping by after work to take that report about the robbery at your store. He’ll be discreet. He’ll be here soon, actually.” Terrible lie!
Lydia glanced to her right, and her expression went even more terror-stricken. She quickly looked back at Zoe. “You have to come in now,” she said in a hoarse whisper.
©2011, Michelle Carlyle
Friday, August 26, 2011
Friday, August 19, 2011
Frenemies, Part Nine
Hey Spankos!
How are you lovely people??? Just so you know, Rulebreakers, my new release is finally available on the Kindle. Yay! HERE is the link to buy it. Or look at it. Or “Like” it. Or ignore it. Whatever. Of course, my hope is that everyone buys it since this is how I make my living. But I’ll still love you, even if you don’t. Because that’s how Michelle rolls.
I am so happy. Actually not super happy. But I will be on Monday. Because it will mean the weekend is over and so is my job of MC. For the past 18 years I’ve MC’d a Northern California arts and music festival. From nine in the morning until six at night. Exhausting. Absolutely hellaciously exhausting. People have no idea how hard it is to look like you’re being spontaneously funny. And actually having to be spontaneously funny is super draining. I used to love the gig. It connected me with my community and we raised over a quarter million dollars for the local schools through the raffle, which is also part of my duties. But I am so done with it, I can’t tell you. It’s not hard for me to be in front of an audience, it isn’t the nerves, it’s keeping the energy high and the show going. While fielding complaints and demands and seeing old high school friends and family and yada yada. The most intense performance experience I’ve ever had. On the Mondays after the festival, I can’t speak, walk or think. And over the years, it’s become less fun for me. So this year I gave my notice. While no one blames me, they aren’t happy about it. But it’s time I moved on. All I really want to do is write. And maybe do some acting again, but only to bring my characters to life. But the ending will be bittersweet. Saying good-bye won’t be easy. Until I wake up on Monday and realize that I’m finally done. Yay!!!
Enough blather. Here is the next installment of Frenemies, a story originally called Hidden Danger.
Hugs and love to all you marvelous spankos out there!
Michelle
Zoe stood with her back to the mirror, pulled down her panties and turned to see the damage. Wow. Her ass was marked, all right. Little stripes from the cane and light mottling from his hand.
But she’d never deserved a punishment more. She didn’t regret the spanking, she regretted disobeying Bryce.
Even though, it had been fun going out with her girls. Really fun. But stupid in retrospect considering the fact that her life was on the line. She had to remember that. She’d been going bonkers from being under lockdown, but her rash decision to evade Bryce and go dancing could have been a fatal error.
“Looks painful,” came a deep voice from behind her. She turned and Bryce stood at the doorway, smirking.
She rolled her eyes. “Maybe.” She turned around, pulled up her panties and went to wash her hands.
“Not so fast,” he said. “Leave those down.”
The dark look in his eye made her clit throb. But she had other stuff to do.
“Bryce, I—”
“Funny, I don’t remember asking.”
“You—”
He closed the distance, grabbed her and kissed her. With a flick of his finger, her panties were around her ankles.
She protested into his mouth and he deepened the kiss until she got lost in him. His taste, the mastery with his tongue, his power over her. The jerk.
His talented fingers explored her, she spread her legs further apart to allow him more room to play.
Groaning deep in his throat, he picked her up, set her on the bathroom counter and pushed her knees apart. Bending down, he moved her folds and teased her clit with the tip of his tongue.
Squealing, the sensation was so intense, she wanted to move away, but couldn’t. Trapped between Bryce and the wall, she could only wiggle.
A split second later, she launched into a thunderous climax, jerking and shuddering, riding the delicious wave of rapture all the way to the end.
By the time she opened her eyes, Bryce’s pants were at his thighs and he was reaching for her.
Grabbing her by the hips, he stabbed inside her with one solid thrust, slamming her g-spot. Two thrusts inside and she came, blasting into a wild climax. Screaming, she beat at his chest until he drove even more deeply inside her causing her to fly off into the stratosphere as she came even harder. Images of his dark gaze boring into her, his hungry mouth and his awesome cock flashed through her mind, sending her even higher.
He picked her up into his arms and did target practice on her g-spot, making her climax with every thrust. Her mind went gray, her whole being became one giant orgasm. Ecstasy coursed through her.
Growling, his body jerked against her as he released, driving even deeper inside her, rocketing her further into outer space. She collapsed against him, out of breath, her mind whirling.
He carried her out of the bathroom and into the master bedroom. Laying her down on the bed, he kissed her sweetly, his sweaty hot skin slick against hers.
“Are you okay?” he asked.
“Never been better,” she managed to say.
He laughed and hugged her. “God, woman, all I can think about is fucking you. That’s all I want to do. I always enjoyed sex, but now its like I’m addicted to it. Addicted to you.”
He kissed her hard and she came back to life. She wrapped around him, molding herself to his body.
When he pulled away, his gaze was heavy-lidded and smoldering. “Marry me.”
“Sure,” she said, kissing him. Then she heard what he said. She pushed away, her mouth agape. “Did you just ask me to marry you?”
He chuckled and kissed her. “Yes,” he said into her mouth.
“Wow.”
He ended the kiss. “So?”
“Yes. Duh. But…are you sure?” She searched his face for answers.
All she saw was love in his dark gaze.
“More than I’ve been of anything, ever.” He grinned.
“Okay!” She pictured herself barefoot and pregnant in the kitchen cooking for him while he spanked her. “Wait.”
He frowned. “What?”
“How much more control over me do you expect to get with this marriage thing?”
“Total and absolute,” he said, leaning in and kissing her.
She pushed him back. “What if I don’t give it to you?”
He raised one dark brow. “I think you know the answer to that question.”
“You’ll spank me.” She bit her lip.
“Darling, I don’t want a subservient cooking wench, I want you. It’s your spice I like the most about you.”
“But you still expect more control.”
“Probably about as much as I have over you right now. I’m not blind, Zoe. And I’m not lying to myself. You will provide me with more challenges than any other female I’ve encountered.” His gaze dropped to her mouth. “In fact, I’m counting on it.” He kissed her again.
Be careful for what you wish for, Zoe thought.
She ended the kiss. “I know I’ve given you some trouble, I’m just getting so bored. So when do you think those guys will give up trying to hurt me?”
“Not sure. I mean, we haven’t found that hard disk. I’m beginning to think that Roland must have destroyed it. We’ve been through every square inch of his house and yours. Speaking of that, why didn’t you two ever move in together?”
“Well we lived together, we just split our time between houses. He left a lot. I felt weird being at his place all alone. Besides, I like my house. Let me guess, you want me to move in with you and leave this place.”
“You have to admit I have a much more beautiful place.”
She thought of his penthouse apartment in San Francisco with its multi-million dollar views. Gorgeous, stunning, but not homey. “I know. Ritzy as hell. But I don’t like being in the City all the time. I like being here in the suburbs, too.”
“I will win.”
“No, you won’t.”
©2011, Michelle Carlyle
How are you lovely people??? Just so you know, Rulebreakers, my new release is finally available on the Kindle. Yay! HERE is the link to buy it. Or look at it. Or “Like” it. Or ignore it. Whatever. Of course, my hope is that everyone buys it since this is how I make my living. But I’ll still love you, even if you don’t. Because that’s how Michelle rolls.
I am so happy. Actually not super happy. But I will be on Monday. Because it will mean the weekend is over and so is my job of MC. For the past 18 years I’ve MC’d a Northern California arts and music festival. From nine in the morning until six at night. Exhausting. Absolutely hellaciously exhausting. People have no idea how hard it is to look like you’re being spontaneously funny. And actually having to be spontaneously funny is super draining. I used to love the gig. It connected me with my community and we raised over a quarter million dollars for the local schools through the raffle, which is also part of my duties. But I am so done with it, I can’t tell you. It’s not hard for me to be in front of an audience, it isn’t the nerves, it’s keeping the energy high and the show going. While fielding complaints and demands and seeing old high school friends and family and yada yada. The most intense performance experience I’ve ever had. On the Mondays after the festival, I can’t speak, walk or think. And over the years, it’s become less fun for me. So this year I gave my notice. While no one blames me, they aren’t happy about it. But it’s time I moved on. All I really want to do is write. And maybe do some acting again, but only to bring my characters to life. But the ending will be bittersweet. Saying good-bye won’t be easy. Until I wake up on Monday and realize that I’m finally done. Yay!!!
Enough blather. Here is the next installment of Frenemies, a story originally called Hidden Danger.
Hugs and love to all you marvelous spankos out there!
Michelle
Zoe stood with her back to the mirror, pulled down her panties and turned to see the damage. Wow. Her ass was marked, all right. Little stripes from the cane and light mottling from his hand.
But she’d never deserved a punishment more. She didn’t regret the spanking, she regretted disobeying Bryce.
Even though, it had been fun going out with her girls. Really fun. But stupid in retrospect considering the fact that her life was on the line. She had to remember that. She’d been going bonkers from being under lockdown, but her rash decision to evade Bryce and go dancing could have been a fatal error.
“Looks painful,” came a deep voice from behind her. She turned and Bryce stood at the doorway, smirking.
She rolled her eyes. “Maybe.” She turned around, pulled up her panties and went to wash her hands.
“Not so fast,” he said. “Leave those down.”
The dark look in his eye made her clit throb. But she had other stuff to do.
“Bryce, I—”
“Funny, I don’t remember asking.”
“You—”
He closed the distance, grabbed her and kissed her. With a flick of his finger, her panties were around her ankles.
She protested into his mouth and he deepened the kiss until she got lost in him. His taste, the mastery with his tongue, his power over her. The jerk.
His talented fingers explored her, she spread her legs further apart to allow him more room to play.
Groaning deep in his throat, he picked her up, set her on the bathroom counter and pushed her knees apart. Bending down, he moved her folds and teased her clit with the tip of his tongue.
Squealing, the sensation was so intense, she wanted to move away, but couldn’t. Trapped between Bryce and the wall, she could only wiggle.
A split second later, she launched into a thunderous climax, jerking and shuddering, riding the delicious wave of rapture all the way to the end.
By the time she opened her eyes, Bryce’s pants were at his thighs and he was reaching for her.
Grabbing her by the hips, he stabbed inside her with one solid thrust, slamming her g-spot. Two thrusts inside and she came, blasting into a wild climax. Screaming, she beat at his chest until he drove even more deeply inside her causing her to fly off into the stratosphere as she came even harder. Images of his dark gaze boring into her, his hungry mouth and his awesome cock flashed through her mind, sending her even higher.
He picked her up into his arms and did target practice on her g-spot, making her climax with every thrust. Her mind went gray, her whole being became one giant orgasm. Ecstasy coursed through her.
Growling, his body jerked against her as he released, driving even deeper inside her, rocketing her further into outer space. She collapsed against him, out of breath, her mind whirling.
He carried her out of the bathroom and into the master bedroom. Laying her down on the bed, he kissed her sweetly, his sweaty hot skin slick against hers.
“Are you okay?” he asked.
“Never been better,” she managed to say.
He laughed and hugged her. “God, woman, all I can think about is fucking you. That’s all I want to do. I always enjoyed sex, but now its like I’m addicted to it. Addicted to you.”
He kissed her hard and she came back to life. She wrapped around him, molding herself to his body.
When he pulled away, his gaze was heavy-lidded and smoldering. “Marry me.”
“Sure,” she said, kissing him. Then she heard what he said. She pushed away, her mouth agape. “Did you just ask me to marry you?”
He chuckled and kissed her. “Yes,” he said into her mouth.
“Wow.”
He ended the kiss. “So?”
“Yes. Duh. But…are you sure?” She searched his face for answers.
All she saw was love in his dark gaze.
“More than I’ve been of anything, ever.” He grinned.
“Okay!” She pictured herself barefoot and pregnant in the kitchen cooking for him while he spanked her. “Wait.”
He frowned. “What?”
“How much more control over me do you expect to get with this marriage thing?”
“Total and absolute,” he said, leaning in and kissing her.
She pushed him back. “What if I don’t give it to you?”
He raised one dark brow. “I think you know the answer to that question.”
“You’ll spank me.” She bit her lip.
“Darling, I don’t want a subservient cooking wench, I want you. It’s your spice I like the most about you.”
“But you still expect more control.”
“Probably about as much as I have over you right now. I’m not blind, Zoe. And I’m not lying to myself. You will provide me with more challenges than any other female I’ve encountered.” His gaze dropped to her mouth. “In fact, I’m counting on it.” He kissed her again.
Be careful for what you wish for, Zoe thought.
She ended the kiss. “I know I’ve given you some trouble, I’m just getting so bored. So when do you think those guys will give up trying to hurt me?”
“Not sure. I mean, we haven’t found that hard disk. I’m beginning to think that Roland must have destroyed it. We’ve been through every square inch of his house and yours. Speaking of that, why didn’t you two ever move in together?”
“Well we lived together, we just split our time between houses. He left a lot. I felt weird being at his place all alone. Besides, I like my house. Let me guess, you want me to move in with you and leave this place.”
“You have to admit I have a much more beautiful place.”
She thought of his penthouse apartment in San Francisco with its multi-million dollar views. Gorgeous, stunning, but not homey. “I know. Ritzy as hell. But I don’t like being in the City all the time. I like being here in the suburbs, too.”
“I will win.”
“No, you won’t.”
©2011, Michelle Carlyle
Monday, August 15, 2011
Rulebreakers Has Been Released!!!!
Rulebreakers is now for sale!!!! Wheeeee! Click HERE to buy it! For those of you who are Kindle lovers, Rulebreakers will be available for sale in three days. Whoo-hoooo!!!! I'll post the URL as soon as it appears. Thanks so much to those who can afford to buy the book. You guys rock!!!!
Friday, August 12, 2011
Rulebreakers Will Be Released on August 15th!!!!
When is a cigar just a cigar??? Heee! Can you dig it? A new book by moi!!! Yes!!!
Here's the back cover copy: Rulebreakers is a collection of blazing hot romantic spanking stories by award-winning author Michelle Carlyle. In Prisoner of Love, Neela discovers her crime boss boyfriend doesn’t just rule his men with an iron fist, he rules her with the flat of his iron hand. In Racing Stripes, daredevil Lila goes against her rocker husband Zane and competes in an amateur drag race. When Zane catches her, he lays down his own tracks, all over her deserving rear end. Enjoy these wild love stories along with many others in this fiery collection of fun spanking tales.
And that pretty much sums it up! Prisoner of Love, a hot two-parter, is a bonus and never appeared on the Discipline and Desire website. Wheeeee!!!! New stories for you!!!!
I am so excited!!! So check back here on Monday, because I'll have the link to buy the book, all set up. Hopefully. Sometimes the publishing world can be a bit time-delayed. But I know it will be out shortly, maybe even sooner than Monday! Whoo-hooooo!
Now I have to get off my unspanked ass and get the other books ready. I only have six more in the pipeline I'm ignoring on my computer. Ahem. Perhaps I will need some motivation from my husband's nice large hand. What a great idea!
So happy my new book will be available and I'm so happy to have all you lovely people waiting to read it! Yay!! Life is good!!
Hugs and love to all you spankos out there,
Michelle
Frenemies, Part Eight
Hey Spanko Friends!
How are you guys? Ready for a weekend full of spanking and sex??? I am! And I’ll alert Hubby to that fact. We’ve both been too tired to attack each other this week, which sucks. Must do something about that.
So here’s the next installment of Frenemies, soon to be found in Pushing Boundaries. But guess what???? Rulebreakers, my next collection of stories comes out on MONDAY!!! Yay!!! Actually, by the time you’ll have read this, you’ll know because I’ll be posting the cover shortly.
So I will be celebrating my next release with guess what? Yes! Spanking and sex!!!! Whoo-hooo! I love coming from just a spanking. And Hubby knows how to do it right. Hey…he’s working at home today. I just got an idea…
Well, gotta go! Have a great weekend!
Love and hugs,
Michelle
Bryce threw aside the paddle, but didn’t let her up. He pulled off her hood. Cool air rushed over her tear-stained face.
“I’m not done with you, yet. Not by a long shot.”
“You won,” she cried. “I won’t ever do anything bad again.”
“No, you won’t. Now I’m going to untie you, but I want you on all fours on the floor of this limo, you understand me?”
“Yes, sir.”
“Good girl.”
He untied her and she quickly hit the floor.
“Face the door. That’s right.”
Something warm, but hard touched her anus. “What is that?”
He spanked her so hard, she almost hit the door. She had to brace herself. “Owww!”
“No questions. Only obedience. You are being punished.”
“Okay.”
The pressure grew on her ass. A butt plug! Damn him, he knew she hated ass play. She gasped as he pressed the plug into her tiny hole. It didn’t hurt, exactly, but it wasn’t pleasant.
A second later, something weird happened. She got turned on. His dominance, his power, and the punishment plug slammed her libido. God, she loved submitting to her man!
“Now I’m going to whip you with a riding crop. Twenty-five ought to do it. You move, you get twenty-five more.”
“Yes, sir.”
A line of fire blazed her ass. And with the butt plug inside, she couldn’t clench her cheeks, heightening the pain.
One after another, he cracked the crop on her bare ass. The weapon bit into her flesh with exacting pain, right at the edge of her limits. While she cried, something about it felt good. Like he was beating her guilt away.
Finally he was done.
“Don’t move.”
She obeyed. The horrible fire on her poor ass faded slightly, sending a rush of hot energy to her clit. Her sex swelled with want. She loved displaying herself to him, her bare ass in the air, her legs slightly apart. She even loved the naughty feel of the butt plug.
“Goddamn you,” he rasped. “I want to keep spanking you. Whipping you, trying to get some sense into that disobedient little ass of yours. But…you look so goddamned inviting.”
He ran his hand over her burning flesh, she jerked a bit from the pain. He’d really given it to her.
“Bad girl pushing her man. Thinking she can outsmart him. You learned a lesson, haven’t you? I’m always one step ahead of you.” He ran his hand underneath her and slipped a finger inside. She moaned.
He laughed deep in his throat. “So wet. The little girl likes her man taking control, doesn’t she?” he said as he finger-fucked her.
“Yes, sir.” She moved against him, delighting in the feel of his finger inside her.
“Then maybe next time she’ll obey him.”
“I will.”
“That remains to be seen.” He withdrew his hand. “Stay just like that.” She heard his zipper unzip and he got down behind her.
He twisted the butt plug and she gasped. “Bad girls get plugged.” Then he slipped his dick inside her.
Zoe was so wet and swollen, her sex practically sucked him into her. She raised her ass high in the air. He rammed inside her, pressing against the plug. The pressure intensified the delicious full feeling of his cock, and she groaned, her orgasm building fast.
He grabbed her by the hips and plowed into her straight on, slamming her g-spot with tremendous force. The plug doubled her pleasure and she screamed with rapture.
He powered her into her harder. She blasted into an epic orgasm, yelling so loud and long that her throat gave out and all she could do was cry. He didn’t skip a beat and thrust into her deeper and with more force, sending her straight out into oblivion. She lost track of where they were and pushed back against him, crying out with each jab of his amazing tool.
Growling, his body shuddered and he went at her like a crazy man, fucking her so hard she jettisoned into another spectacular climax, pounding the car floor with her fist as she came.
When he finally withdrew, he said, “You stay like that, Zoe.”
She couldn’t respond, she was too busy trying to get air back in her lungs.
He sat down, then reached out, picked her up and set her across his lap again.
“But you already spanked me!” she whined.
Whack! “And I’m going to spank you again, Brat. But this is now in my way.” He twisted the plug and she took in a deep breath. Then he pulled it out, sending another wave of pleasure through her.
Then her ass stung like hell as his large hand spanked her across both buns at once. A blast of lust zapped her sex and clit. Wow, that felt good. But she pretended to hate it.
“You obey me, woman!” he pronounced, swatting her sit spots.
“I will, I promise!”
Bryce laid down a series of punishing strikes, and the pain began to build. He worked her ass again and again until she broke down into sobs. Then he pushed her ass high with his knee and spanked the back of her legs, sex and little butt hole, all at once with his large hand until she shrieked.
He stopped, flipped her over, pushed her back against the seats, shoved her legs apart and buried his face between her legs. Pinning her to the seat, he flicked her sensitive nub at a crazy pace, lashing her hard and fast.
She detonated in a huge climax, squealing with joy. But he wouldn’t stop. He continued flicking her nub, pushing her right to the edge again. He slipped his hand underneath her and stuck his forefinger deep into her ass and battered her clit with his tongue. Bellowing, astounding ecstasy rocked her body. She jerked against him and flailed on the seat. Finally, he released her and she collapsed on the back seat, dizzy.
He picked her up and cradled her, then kissed her, hard and hungry. She almost came again.
When he pulled away, he looked deep into her eyes. “No more disobeying me.”
“No.”
“No more games.”
“None.”
“You tell me what you think, you don’t sneak around anymore.”
“No, I won’t.”
He arched a dark brow at her. “You’d better listen to me, wench. Next time, it could be our enemies kidnapping you.”
“I will, I promise. I love you, Bryce.”
“I love you, Brat.”
©2011, Michelle Carlyle
How are you guys? Ready for a weekend full of spanking and sex??? I am! And I’ll alert Hubby to that fact. We’ve both been too tired to attack each other this week, which sucks. Must do something about that.
So here’s the next installment of Frenemies, soon to be found in Pushing Boundaries. But guess what???? Rulebreakers, my next collection of stories comes out on MONDAY!!! Yay!!! Actually, by the time you’ll have read this, you’ll know because I’ll be posting the cover shortly.
So I will be celebrating my next release with guess what? Yes! Spanking and sex!!!! Whoo-hooo! I love coming from just a spanking. And Hubby knows how to do it right. Hey…he’s working at home today. I just got an idea…
Well, gotta go! Have a great weekend!
Love and hugs,
Michelle
Bryce threw aside the paddle, but didn’t let her up. He pulled off her hood. Cool air rushed over her tear-stained face.
“I’m not done with you, yet. Not by a long shot.”
“You won,” she cried. “I won’t ever do anything bad again.”
“No, you won’t. Now I’m going to untie you, but I want you on all fours on the floor of this limo, you understand me?”
“Yes, sir.”
“Good girl.”
He untied her and she quickly hit the floor.
“Face the door. That’s right.”
Something warm, but hard touched her anus. “What is that?”
He spanked her so hard, she almost hit the door. She had to brace herself. “Owww!”
“No questions. Only obedience. You are being punished.”
“Okay.”
The pressure grew on her ass. A butt plug! Damn him, he knew she hated ass play. She gasped as he pressed the plug into her tiny hole. It didn’t hurt, exactly, but it wasn’t pleasant.
A second later, something weird happened. She got turned on. His dominance, his power, and the punishment plug slammed her libido. God, she loved submitting to her man!
“Now I’m going to whip you with a riding crop. Twenty-five ought to do it. You move, you get twenty-five more.”
“Yes, sir.”
A line of fire blazed her ass. And with the butt plug inside, she couldn’t clench her cheeks, heightening the pain.
One after another, he cracked the crop on her bare ass. The weapon bit into her flesh with exacting pain, right at the edge of her limits. While she cried, something about it felt good. Like he was beating her guilt away.
Finally he was done.
“Don’t move.”
She obeyed. The horrible fire on her poor ass faded slightly, sending a rush of hot energy to her clit. Her sex swelled with want. She loved displaying herself to him, her bare ass in the air, her legs slightly apart. She even loved the naughty feel of the butt plug.
“Goddamn you,” he rasped. “I want to keep spanking you. Whipping you, trying to get some sense into that disobedient little ass of yours. But…you look so goddamned inviting.”
He ran his hand over her burning flesh, she jerked a bit from the pain. He’d really given it to her.
“Bad girl pushing her man. Thinking she can outsmart him. You learned a lesson, haven’t you? I’m always one step ahead of you.” He ran his hand underneath her and slipped a finger inside. She moaned.
He laughed deep in his throat. “So wet. The little girl likes her man taking control, doesn’t she?” he said as he finger-fucked her.
“Yes, sir.” She moved against him, delighting in the feel of his finger inside her.
“Then maybe next time she’ll obey him.”
“I will.”
“That remains to be seen.” He withdrew his hand. “Stay just like that.” She heard his zipper unzip and he got down behind her.
He twisted the butt plug and she gasped. “Bad girls get plugged.” Then he slipped his dick inside her.
Zoe was so wet and swollen, her sex practically sucked him into her. She raised her ass high in the air. He rammed inside her, pressing against the plug. The pressure intensified the delicious full feeling of his cock, and she groaned, her orgasm building fast.
He grabbed her by the hips and plowed into her straight on, slamming her g-spot with tremendous force. The plug doubled her pleasure and she screamed with rapture.
He powered her into her harder. She blasted into an epic orgasm, yelling so loud and long that her throat gave out and all she could do was cry. He didn’t skip a beat and thrust into her deeper and with more force, sending her straight out into oblivion. She lost track of where they were and pushed back against him, crying out with each jab of his amazing tool.
Growling, his body shuddered and he went at her like a crazy man, fucking her so hard she jettisoned into another spectacular climax, pounding the car floor with her fist as she came.
When he finally withdrew, he said, “You stay like that, Zoe.”
She couldn’t respond, she was too busy trying to get air back in her lungs.
He sat down, then reached out, picked her up and set her across his lap again.
“But you already spanked me!” she whined.
Whack! “And I’m going to spank you again, Brat. But this is now in my way.” He twisted the plug and she took in a deep breath. Then he pulled it out, sending another wave of pleasure through her.
Then her ass stung like hell as his large hand spanked her across both buns at once. A blast of lust zapped her sex and clit. Wow, that felt good. But she pretended to hate it.
“You obey me, woman!” he pronounced, swatting her sit spots.
“I will, I promise!”
Bryce laid down a series of punishing strikes, and the pain began to build. He worked her ass again and again until she broke down into sobs. Then he pushed her ass high with his knee and spanked the back of her legs, sex and little butt hole, all at once with his large hand until she shrieked.
He stopped, flipped her over, pushed her back against the seats, shoved her legs apart and buried his face between her legs. Pinning her to the seat, he flicked her sensitive nub at a crazy pace, lashing her hard and fast.
She detonated in a huge climax, squealing with joy. But he wouldn’t stop. He continued flicking her nub, pushing her right to the edge again. He slipped his hand underneath her and stuck his forefinger deep into her ass and battered her clit with his tongue. Bellowing, astounding ecstasy rocked her body. She jerked against him and flailed on the seat. Finally, he released her and she collapsed on the back seat, dizzy.
He picked her up and cradled her, then kissed her, hard and hungry. She almost came again.
When he pulled away, he looked deep into her eyes. “No more disobeying me.”
“No.”
“No more games.”
“None.”
“You tell me what you think, you don’t sneak around anymore.”
“No, I won’t.”
He arched a dark brow at her. “You’d better listen to me, wench. Next time, it could be our enemies kidnapping you.”
“I will, I promise. I love you, Bryce.”
“I love you, Brat.”
©2011, Michelle Carlyle
Friday, August 5, 2011
Frenemies, Part Seven
Hey Spankos!
How are y’all? I’m doing well. I heard a rumor that my next book, Rulebreakers should be released soon. Yay! I can’t wait! You guys will be the first to know.
I have to clean the house and do a million things because we’re having company this weekend and I haven’t done anything to the place since the last time we had people over. And that was back in June. Jeez!
Hope you lovely people have spectacular sex this weekend and you all get great spankings and/or give them to a deserving brat!
Hugs,
Michelle
“Are you sure you’re not being over-protective?” Zoe asked.
Bryce’s thick brows angled hard toward his nose. “Didn’t that firebombing and attempted kidnapping say anything to you? I’m not being paranoid, Zoe. You’re in actual, real danger. I don’t like controlling you. I’m only doing it to keep you alive.”
“Okay, I’m sorry. I just…Roland was super controlling.”
“Ha! You ran him ragged.”
“No way.”
“Ha.”
“No, eventually I got through to him.”
Bryce squeezed her. “No, he gave up. I won’t. I wear the pants in this family. End of story.”
“Yeah, but I let you wear the pants.”
“Whatever your ego needs to hear.”
“Grrrr.”
“Calm down, Tiger Girl. I needed to make a point with you because I have to go away in a few hours.”
“What?” She pushed away to face him. “Wait, you did say that. Where are you going?”
“David is flailing up in the City without me. I have to go up and oversee a job, then take a meeting with a potential client in Sacramento this evening. I’ll stay the night in a hotel and then be back before you wake up tomorrow.”
“You’ll be gone all night?” Her green eyes sparkled with hope.
He almost laughed. Zoe was a terrible actress.
“You almost look happy at the thought.”
She scowled. “No, I’m not happy.” She wrapped her arms around him.
Well, if that didn’t prime her for disobeying him, nothing would. He’d put a secret detail around her and follow her himself. The brat. He’d teach her a lesson she’d never forget.
Zoe kissed Bryce good-bye and then immediately set about trying to figure out how to evade his guys. The stuffed bed gag wouldn’t work a second time.
Or would it? What other tricks did she have? None. But she only had to get out for a few hours. What did she normally do at night? Watch TV in bed.
Well, duh. How perfect was that? She’d set a chair up to block the door and turn up the TV and get out and get back before they knew she was gone. Heeeee! Bryce’s business trip couldn’t have happened at a better time.
Later that night, her heart slamming her breastbone, her legs shaky, she slipped out the sliding glass door to the backyard. Running for the back fence, she was up and over in no time. At the end of the neighbor’s driveway, she found her cab waiting for her. This was so cool!
The cab dropped her off in front of the club. The sidewalk teemed with people. She gave a quick check around, but no one was looking at her. Which was both good and bad, she wore the cutest little black dress. Oh, well.
She found the girls, who hooted upon spotting her. They laughed and drank and danced, really whooping it up. And she felt so deliciously naughty! Bryce was clearly too over protective. A few guys tried to hit on her, but other than normal drooling, no one paid too much attention to her.
An hour into her partying, Zoe needed to use the restroom. On her way back to the table, she was flanked by two very large men in suits: a blond one and a black guy. Her heart nearly stopped.
The blond bruiser pressed something hard and metal into her side. “One move and your friends die.”
A bomb of terror exploded inside her. She was so stupid! The giant blond put his arm around her and escorted her out of the club.
Wild images of her being tortured to death flashed through her mind, her body pulsed with fear. She couldn’t believe Bryce’s warning was coming true.
The big men pushed her into a limo with tinted windows and got in with her.
The black guy pulled a black hood out of his pocket and put it over her head. She cried out in fright.
“No amount of crying or screaming will help you now, lady. So I’d advise you to shut up. Boss doesn’t like crying women. He has a tendency to beat them.”
“Who’s your boss?”
“No questions. You’ll meet him soon enough. And he’s not happy with you. I wouldn’t want to be you.”
She broke into sobs, so freaked out, she couldn’t think straight. The guy turned her around and tied her hands behind her back.
They drove for a while, then the car stopped. The limo door opened and someone got in with them. Sounded like the two big guys got out. She couldn’t tell what was going on.
The limo took off again. She smelled a different cologne. Familiar somehow.
Someone grabbed her by the upper arms and pulled her towards them. She shrieked with fright.
And then she found herself over a man’s lap with her dress hiked up to her back. What?
He hooked his finger around her thong and removed it.
She cried harder.
His body moved and the most harrowing pain rocked her ass. Felt like he hit her with a huge chunk of wood. She yowled. A paddle? What the hell?
On top of Bryce’s earlier spanking, this was excruciating! She screamed.
Her attacker laid down a series of stinging swats with the horrid instrument. She yelled in agony and terror.
“Do you see what happens to bad girls who disobey their men?” he hissed.
Bryce! It was Bryce! She collapsed against him and sobbed with relief. “Oh, thank God!”
“You lied to me!” Slap! Sharp, horrible pain radiated through her ass.
But on some level, she didn’t care. It was Bryce! She wouldn’t die.
And truthfully, she couldn’t remember when she’d earned a spanking more. She deserved this. And she was damned lucky Bryce had followed her.
“I’m sorry!”
“Not yet, you aren’t!”
He wailed on her butt with the paddle, blistering her. Scorching pain lit up her ass, it felt like she was sitting on a red-hot griddle.
While it was the worst pain she’d ever felt on record, she submitted. She didn’t beg him to stop. She took it.
And was actually grateful for it. Bryce loved her. Enough to set limits on her. She’d do anything for him and would never disobey him again. Thank God, he knew her! Thank God, he could see through her games! What if he hadn’t? She could very well be on her way to certain death.
Bryce worked her ass, over and over with the paddle. She jerked with each whack, sweat poured from her body, tears streamed down her face.
©2011, Michelle Carlyle
How are y’all? I’m doing well. I heard a rumor that my next book, Rulebreakers should be released soon. Yay! I can’t wait! You guys will be the first to know.
I have to clean the house and do a million things because we’re having company this weekend and I haven’t done anything to the place since the last time we had people over. And that was back in June. Jeez!
Hope you lovely people have spectacular sex this weekend and you all get great spankings and/or give them to a deserving brat!
Hugs,
Michelle
“Are you sure you’re not being over-protective?” Zoe asked.
Bryce’s thick brows angled hard toward his nose. “Didn’t that firebombing and attempted kidnapping say anything to you? I’m not being paranoid, Zoe. You’re in actual, real danger. I don’t like controlling you. I’m only doing it to keep you alive.”
“Okay, I’m sorry. I just…Roland was super controlling.”
“Ha! You ran him ragged.”
“No way.”
“Ha.”
“No, eventually I got through to him.”
Bryce squeezed her. “No, he gave up. I won’t. I wear the pants in this family. End of story.”
“Yeah, but I let you wear the pants.”
“Whatever your ego needs to hear.”
“Grrrr.”
“Calm down, Tiger Girl. I needed to make a point with you because I have to go away in a few hours.”
“What?” She pushed away to face him. “Wait, you did say that. Where are you going?”
“David is flailing up in the City without me. I have to go up and oversee a job, then take a meeting with a potential client in Sacramento this evening. I’ll stay the night in a hotel and then be back before you wake up tomorrow.”
“You’ll be gone all night?” Her green eyes sparkled with hope.
He almost laughed. Zoe was a terrible actress.
“You almost look happy at the thought.”
She scowled. “No, I’m not happy.” She wrapped her arms around him.
Well, if that didn’t prime her for disobeying him, nothing would. He’d put a secret detail around her and follow her himself. The brat. He’d teach her a lesson she’d never forget.
Zoe kissed Bryce good-bye and then immediately set about trying to figure out how to evade his guys. The stuffed bed gag wouldn’t work a second time.
Or would it? What other tricks did she have? None. But she only had to get out for a few hours. What did she normally do at night? Watch TV in bed.
Well, duh. How perfect was that? She’d set a chair up to block the door and turn up the TV and get out and get back before they knew she was gone. Heeeee! Bryce’s business trip couldn’t have happened at a better time.
Later that night, her heart slamming her breastbone, her legs shaky, she slipped out the sliding glass door to the backyard. Running for the back fence, she was up and over in no time. At the end of the neighbor’s driveway, she found her cab waiting for her. This was so cool!
The cab dropped her off in front of the club. The sidewalk teemed with people. She gave a quick check around, but no one was looking at her. Which was both good and bad, she wore the cutest little black dress. Oh, well.
She found the girls, who hooted upon spotting her. They laughed and drank and danced, really whooping it up. And she felt so deliciously naughty! Bryce was clearly too over protective. A few guys tried to hit on her, but other than normal drooling, no one paid too much attention to her.
An hour into her partying, Zoe needed to use the restroom. On her way back to the table, she was flanked by two very large men in suits: a blond one and a black guy. Her heart nearly stopped.
The blond bruiser pressed something hard and metal into her side. “One move and your friends die.”
A bomb of terror exploded inside her. She was so stupid! The giant blond put his arm around her and escorted her out of the club.
Wild images of her being tortured to death flashed through her mind, her body pulsed with fear. She couldn’t believe Bryce’s warning was coming true.
The big men pushed her into a limo with tinted windows and got in with her.
The black guy pulled a black hood out of his pocket and put it over her head. She cried out in fright.
“No amount of crying or screaming will help you now, lady. So I’d advise you to shut up. Boss doesn’t like crying women. He has a tendency to beat them.”
“Who’s your boss?”
“No questions. You’ll meet him soon enough. And he’s not happy with you. I wouldn’t want to be you.”
She broke into sobs, so freaked out, she couldn’t think straight. The guy turned her around and tied her hands behind her back.
They drove for a while, then the car stopped. The limo door opened and someone got in with them. Sounded like the two big guys got out. She couldn’t tell what was going on.
The limo took off again. She smelled a different cologne. Familiar somehow.
Someone grabbed her by the upper arms and pulled her towards them. She shrieked with fright.
And then she found herself over a man’s lap with her dress hiked up to her back. What?
He hooked his finger around her thong and removed it.
She cried harder.
His body moved and the most harrowing pain rocked her ass. Felt like he hit her with a huge chunk of wood. She yowled. A paddle? What the hell?
On top of Bryce’s earlier spanking, this was excruciating! She screamed.
Her attacker laid down a series of stinging swats with the horrid instrument. She yelled in agony and terror.
“Do you see what happens to bad girls who disobey their men?” he hissed.
Bryce! It was Bryce! She collapsed against him and sobbed with relief. “Oh, thank God!”
“You lied to me!” Slap! Sharp, horrible pain radiated through her ass.
But on some level, she didn’t care. It was Bryce! She wouldn’t die.
And truthfully, she couldn’t remember when she’d earned a spanking more. She deserved this. And she was damned lucky Bryce had followed her.
“I’m sorry!”
“Not yet, you aren’t!”
He wailed on her butt with the paddle, blistering her. Scorching pain lit up her ass, it felt like she was sitting on a red-hot griddle.
While it was the worst pain she’d ever felt on record, she submitted. She didn’t beg him to stop. She took it.
And was actually grateful for it. Bryce loved her. Enough to set limits on her. She’d do anything for him and would never disobey him again. Thank God, he knew her! Thank God, he could see through her games! What if he hadn’t? She could very well be on her way to certain death.
Bryce worked her ass, over and over with the paddle. She jerked with each whack, sweat poured from her body, tears streamed down her face.
©2011, Michelle Carlyle
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