Hey Spanko Friends!
Well, the time has arrived. This is my last post. I want to thank all my longtime regulars like Paul and PK, and my new friends, Antoinette, Kitty, Mathbard and Baby Girl, for commenting regularly on this blog and making me feel so good about my work. I also want to thank all my lurkers for coming by every week to read my posts. You guys are the best!
I also want to thank all the people who helped me start the blog, Bonnie at My Bottom Smarts and Dave at Cherry Red Report. Plus of course, PK, at New Beginnings and Reesa from Discipline and Desire. I couldn't have done it without you all.
While I will still appear occasionally on the website Discipline and Desire, and will pop up now and again on PK’s blog, New Beginnings, I am leaving the blogosphere. Well, Michelle is leaving the blogosphere. Under my real name, I’ll still maintain my monthly vanilla blog and will be focusing more energy on that and my vanilla career. I wish I had the time of three people so I could do all of it, but I can’t. However, I still have six more books of Michelle’s stories that will be released over the next two years, so keep on the look out on Michelle Carlyle's Website (which I will still maintain), Amazon and Discipline and Desire for new books.
Again, my heartfelt thanks to all my readers. I love you guys and will miss you.
So here is my final post, the conclusion to Bait and Switch, to be found eventually in the Princess First Spanking Stories. Or some title that actually sounds more coherent than that.
I’ll leave this blog up for the next month and will be taking it down somewhere around the beginning of November.
Hugs and love to you all!
Michelle
While Tiffany frantically tried to get hold of the phone, Dave turned it off. With a glare down at her, he threw her iPhone to the ground and stomped on it. Smashing it into a million pieces.
Everything stopped. All sound stopped. Cars drove by, but she couldn’t hear them. She stared at her phone on the ground, shocked to the core of her soul.
Her fury ignited like a fuse on a keg of TNT. Tears stung her eyes and she screamed, “You broke my iPhone, you bastard!”
She took a swing at him, he caught her arm and twisted it behind her back and marched her to the car.
She couldn’t get her head around Dave’s actions. “Ow! You let me go, you big stupid bully! How dare you push me around!”
Dave opened the back door, shoved her inside, climbed in beside her and slammed the door.
She lunged for the opposite door, but he grabbed her around the waist, picked her up and pulled her across his lap. Pinning her with one arm, he tugged at her shorts.
She couldn’t figure out what he was up to. But she was so mad, she didn’t care. She was going to annihilate him! “What the hell do you think you’re doing? You let me up!”
Another yank on the back of her pants and they—along with her undies—were at her knees. The air conditioning blasted her bare buns. Her mouth open, her mind a near blank, she had no idea what Dave was doing. He wanted sex? In the middle of an argument? Wouldn’t be the first—
Excruciating pain lit up her ass. She gasped. This wasn’t…Dave wasn’t spanking her, was he? Harrowing swats with his powerful hand scorched her butt, setting all her nerve endings on fire. She jerked from the impact. Grabbing the seat, she pulled as hard as she could.
“Oh, no, you don’t!” he seethed as he hauled her back. Grabbing her arm, he pinned it behind her.
She tried to get away, but couldn’t. Dave had an inexorable hold on her. “Ow! You stop! I order you to stop!”
“You (swat) are (swat) in (swat) no (swat) position (swat) to (swat) order me to do anything!” He delivered a blistering series of strikes to both buns at once.
Tears poured down her cheeks and she began sobbing. “You can’t do this!”
“Funny, seems like I am doing this! And believe me, this has been a long time coming!” He fired into her sit spots with amazing force.
The agony radiated down her legs and up her back. Who knew a spanking could hurt this much? This was insane! She kicked her legs. “Dave! Stop!”
“No,” he said, punctuating his answer with a super hard swat. “I know that’s not a word you hear very often, but get used to it, you’re going to be hearing it a lot.” He spanked the top of her ass and then each cheek in turn.
She squealed. “I’m leaving you!”
He spanked her even harder. “The hell you are! You married me, woman! And you’re going to start acting like a wife, not a spoiled child!” He powered into her left cheek.
“Stop! That hurts!” she wailed.
“It’s supposed to! That’s why they call it a punishment! And if I have to spank you from here to Oregon and back again to make you grow up and act like a woman, that’s what I’ll do!” He concentrated a horrible series on her right bun.
Her body wracked with sobs. “You’re so mean! You want all those other women and I’m not going to stand for it!”
“I don’t want any woman but you!” He spanked her so hard, she thought she’d lose her mind.
She panted to control the pain. “You were flirting with that blonde bitch at Granzella’s! You whispered in her ear!”
He launched a full-on attack on her poor buns.
“Yeee-ow!”
“That’s because I was buying you something and I didn’t want to announce it to the store in case you overheard me!”
“She wanted you!”
“She’s a newlywed and showed me her ring! Her husband was right there, he runs the deli, you idiot!” He laid into her buns with furious spanks.
Was that true? But Dave wanted to cheat on her! He flirted with all the women!
She saw the clerk’s face in her mind. Maybe that had been excitement. Maybe she hadn’t been flirting.
Come to think of it, the clerk at the hotel had been gushing about her children. And that waitress’s bust line had been akin to the Grand Tetons.
Dave smacked her butt soundly. All she could do was cry. Not only was she crying because her ass hurt, but because it was possible she’d accused Dave wrongly. Really hard to accept, but a possible truth.
In fact, it was beyond possible, it was becoming clear that she’d blown it. That she’d picked a fight with her new husband. That she’d acted like a spoiled child. And taken off in 95 degree heat without a solid plan.
Running back to Daddy wasn’t exactly mature behavior, either. Daddy had always said she was young for her age. And now at twenty-seven, she couldn’t help but see that calling Dad for help was pretty lame.
She’d made a commitment to Dave. She’d made a choice to get married. She’d promised to love, honor and cherish him. Accusing him of cheating on her with little evidence wasn’t exactly in the “honoring him” category.
Shit. She deserved this spanking. How humiliating. Her face burned with embarrassment.
Dave stopped and pulled her pants over her flaming buns. Picking her up, he sat her next to him on the seat.
She sobbed uncontrollably. He handed her a box of tissues and put his arm around her. She blew her nose.
He gave her a little squeeze. “You know why I spanked you?”
She couldn’t look at him. She gave a miserable nod.
“Why? I want to hear you say it.”
“B-b-because I…”
“Yes?”
“Because I was horrible!” She dissolved back into tears. “I’m sorry! I don’t know what’s wrong with me! I…thought you were…looking at those other girls and…I don’t know. I just throw tantrums, okay? Or I have. I’m not used to being called on them. People just do what I want. Even if I don’t know what I want. Shit. I am spoiled. This sucks.”
Dave chuckled and pulled her closer. “Your father’s to blame for that.”
“No. I’m twenty-seven. I’m to blame.”
He kissed her on the temple, sending goose bumps up her spine. “You have no idea how happy I am to hear you say that.”
She turned to him and buried her face in his broad chest. God, she loved his scent and the feel of his strong arms around her. “Once I get angry, I can’t stop. It’s like I have no self-control. Some part of me knew you weren’t flirting, but…I get an idea in my head and I can’t get rid of it.”
“You’re learning how to recognize the behavior. Then you can stop.”
“I don’t want to leave you.”
He laughed. “And I don’t want you to leave me. Not that I’d let you. Not in a huge snit like this. You really can work yourself up. Your father said you were a handful, but that he didn’t have the balls to stand up to you. He knew I did.”
“Have you spanked other girls?”
“Yes. But none more deserving than you.”
“I’m sorry, Dave. I don’t want to push you away. I…I’m an idiot.”
“No, you’re smart. And your act worked for many years. But no more.”
She gazed up into his gorgeous dark brown eyes and her heart cracked all the way open. Hot energy filled her center. A lightning strike of lust went straight to her sex. She wanted him. Badly. More than she ever had.
Finally, a man worth loving. She grabbed his face and mashed one on him.
He groaned deep in his throat, brought her closer and commanded her mouth. She played with his tongue, dueling and spinning with her own, but he won the battle. She grabbed his hand and shoved it between her legs.
Moaning, he eagerly obliged her, quickly moving past her shorts to tease her tender folds. He rammed his tongue deep into her mouth and pressed her back against the seat. She pulled him on top and went for his zipper.
He pushed away from her with a tortured gasp. He gave a quick check of the area, then laughed. “If we don’t stop right now, I won’t be able to and the cops around here don’t appreciate people making love in public in broad daylight.”
She sent him a saucy grin. “Isn’t there a motel nearby?”
He got a wicked glint in his eye. “Right across the road as a matter of fact. But I thought you wanted to get to the Lake.”
She grabbed him and kissed him hard.
He pushed away. “I guess we’re going to be late.”
©2011, Michelle Carlyle
Friday, September 30, 2011
Friday, September 23, 2011
Bait And Switch, Part Two
Hey People!
Can’t type hardly at all, chopped off tip of middle finger on right hand, see you next week!
Michelle
As Tiffany fought to get her bearings, Dave practically dragged her into the store. As soon as she hit the middle of the rustic tourist stop, everything went blurry. How dare he push her around? Who the hell did he think he was? Tears threatened and she balled her fists. She tried to keep a lid on her anger, but she hadn’t had much practice at it. Everyone gave into her. No one had ever pushed her this far.
She couldn’t believe this situation. Stuck with the jerk, out in the middle of nowhere, on the first day of a seven-day road trip!
No. She couldn’t do it. She had to escape.
She looked up and realized she was next to the bathroom. She mumbled something at Dave and slipped inside before he could respond.
She rushed into a stall and dug through her purse. Where was her cell? Frantic, she tore through her Dolce and Gabbana hobo bag. Her phone appeared in her mind, plugged into the cigarette lighter in the car. She’d run the battery down, that’s right.
“Damn it!” she exclaimed. Right when she needed her iPhone the most, it was stuck in his stupid car.
Tiff would stay with him until the next stop. Allow some time to get her phone charged up and then she’d call Daddy. He’d send someone to pick her up. Or she’d rent a car and go back home. But no way was she staying on this horrible vacation with her rotten husband.
She took several deep breaths. It would take all her inner strength to make it through the next couple hours.
Tiffany walked out of the restroom and scanned for Dave’s dark head. She finally spotted him at the deli counter. She reluctantly headed for him. At that moment, he broke into laughter at something the clerk said. Then she got a load of the salesgirl. Blonde, adorable, huge boobs and about seven years younger than she. What was with his obsession with buxom young blondes? Why did he bother to marry a redhead with normal-sized breasts?
The girl leaned forward and grinned at him coyly. He leaned toward her and whispered something in her ear.
Her vision went red. Her heart rate soared out-of-control. Caught between wanting to beat him and scream at him, some part of her realized that she didn’t want to cause a giant scene. She had to get out of there.
All her focus went to the door. She stormed toward her goal, worried she’d combust.
Suddenly, Dave was in front of her. “Tiff?”
“Get out of my way, you bastard!” she screamed and shoved him aside.
Her whole body shaking, she got glimpses of shocked faces around her as she pushed her way outside.
No way was she getting back in that car. If she had to walk all the way back to Los Altos, she’d do it. No matter if it was 95 degrees outside and she was in jeweled flip-flops, a tank top and short shorts, she was going home to Daddy. He’d get this ridiculous farce of a marriage annulled.
Of course, Daddy had said something about marriage being permanent. Daddy was old-fashioned. He’d been married to Mom until her death just five years before. He believed in long-term relationships. He’d given her some dumb speech about faithfulness and responsibility and commitment. All that richer and poorer, sickness and health BS.
Daddy had also mentioned something about Dave being a hardass with his underlings. Dave has high expectations of those around him. I’m afraid I might have spoiled you, Princess. I’m not sure you’ll like being bossed around. And Dave is a natural leader.
But Daddy didn’t know that Dave was a ladies man. When he heard that, he’d be on her side.
Tiffany hit the main road leading out of town. At the red light, she crossed the street. Her shoulders burned and sweat broke out all over her body, but provided little cooling in the pervasive heat.
So where was she headed exactly? What was her plan? Walking a hundred and fifty miles? Probably not the best plan.
She had her credit cards. She’d find a car rental place. Buy a phone at a gas station. That was it. She spotted a Chevron station just two blocks away and headed there.
The sun beat down on her. The top of her head blazed. A wave of dizziness hit her. Damn it. She never was very good in the heat.
A black Denali screeched to a stop next to her and the window rolled down revealing a red-faced Dave. “Get in the car,” he clipped out.
Volcanic rage spewed from her gut. “Fuck you.” With a toss of her head, she continued on.
He followed her. “Get in the fucking car, now.”
“No!” She took off running for the gas station. Which wasn’t easy on griddle-hot pavement in teeny little flip-flops.
Dave surged forward in the Denali and stopped a half a block ahead of her. He leapt out of the car and headed for her. His body tight, his jaw clenched, he looked ready to pop.
But she didn’t care. She’d get away from him. No man had ever stopped her from doing what she wanted. She was buying a phone and going back home. Period.
Just as he reached her, she darted to the left, then the right and got by him.
Victorious, she ran flat out for the gas station.
All at once, she was off the ground and over his shoulder.
Her mind detonated in an atomic blast. Bellowing at the top of her lungs, she screamed an intelligible stream of expletives, threats and name-calling. She kicked and fought, but he had her in a tight hold.
Opening the door, he took her off his shoulder and threw her inside. Pointing at her dramatically, he ordered, “You stay there.”
“You don’t tell me what to do!” She moved to get up, but he pushed her back.
“Try that again and pay the price.”
“I’m calling Daddy and I’m getting out of here!”
“The hell you are!”
“You can’t tell me what to do!”
“The hell I can’t. I’m your husband. Now you sit in that seat and stop behaving like a child or, by God, I will treat you like one.”
Her mind a swirling mass of fury, she couldn’t think straight. All she knew was that she had to get away from him. She had to fake him out. “Okay, okay.”
He slammed the door. While he stalked in front of the car, she grabbed her cell off the charger. As soon as he climbed in beside her, she opened her door and leapt out.
Dave roared in a deafening bellow.
As she ran for the gas station, she punched the button to call Daddy.
She got no more than five steps away before Dave grabbed her arm with one hand and snatched her phone away with his other.
“Hello, Charles?” he said into the receiver.
“Give me that phone!” She reached for it.
Dave easily kept her at bay. “The moment we discussed has arrived. You need to talk to your daughter, call my cell. Hers is going to be out of commission for the next week. Thank you, I’ll need it.”
©2011, Michelle Carlyle
Can’t type hardly at all, chopped off tip of middle finger on right hand, see you next week!
Michelle
As Tiffany fought to get her bearings, Dave practically dragged her into the store. As soon as she hit the middle of the rustic tourist stop, everything went blurry. How dare he push her around? Who the hell did he think he was? Tears threatened and she balled her fists. She tried to keep a lid on her anger, but she hadn’t had much practice at it. Everyone gave into her. No one had ever pushed her this far.
She couldn’t believe this situation. Stuck with the jerk, out in the middle of nowhere, on the first day of a seven-day road trip!
No. She couldn’t do it. She had to escape.
She looked up and realized she was next to the bathroom. She mumbled something at Dave and slipped inside before he could respond.
She rushed into a stall and dug through her purse. Where was her cell? Frantic, she tore through her Dolce and Gabbana hobo bag. Her phone appeared in her mind, plugged into the cigarette lighter in the car. She’d run the battery down, that’s right.
“Damn it!” she exclaimed. Right when she needed her iPhone the most, it was stuck in his stupid car.
Tiff would stay with him until the next stop. Allow some time to get her phone charged up and then she’d call Daddy. He’d send someone to pick her up. Or she’d rent a car and go back home. But no way was she staying on this horrible vacation with her rotten husband.
She took several deep breaths. It would take all her inner strength to make it through the next couple hours.
Tiffany walked out of the restroom and scanned for Dave’s dark head. She finally spotted him at the deli counter. She reluctantly headed for him. At that moment, he broke into laughter at something the clerk said. Then she got a load of the salesgirl. Blonde, adorable, huge boobs and about seven years younger than she. What was with his obsession with buxom young blondes? Why did he bother to marry a redhead with normal-sized breasts?
The girl leaned forward and grinned at him coyly. He leaned toward her and whispered something in her ear.
Her vision went red. Her heart rate soared out-of-control. Caught between wanting to beat him and scream at him, some part of her realized that she didn’t want to cause a giant scene. She had to get out of there.
All her focus went to the door. She stormed toward her goal, worried she’d combust.
Suddenly, Dave was in front of her. “Tiff?”
“Get out of my way, you bastard!” she screamed and shoved him aside.
Her whole body shaking, she got glimpses of shocked faces around her as she pushed her way outside.
No way was she getting back in that car. If she had to walk all the way back to Los Altos, she’d do it. No matter if it was 95 degrees outside and she was in jeweled flip-flops, a tank top and short shorts, she was going home to Daddy. He’d get this ridiculous farce of a marriage annulled.
Of course, Daddy had said something about marriage being permanent. Daddy was old-fashioned. He’d been married to Mom until her death just five years before. He believed in long-term relationships. He’d given her some dumb speech about faithfulness and responsibility and commitment. All that richer and poorer, sickness and health BS.
Daddy had also mentioned something about Dave being a hardass with his underlings. Dave has high expectations of those around him. I’m afraid I might have spoiled you, Princess. I’m not sure you’ll like being bossed around. And Dave is a natural leader.
But Daddy didn’t know that Dave was a ladies man. When he heard that, he’d be on her side.
Tiffany hit the main road leading out of town. At the red light, she crossed the street. Her shoulders burned and sweat broke out all over her body, but provided little cooling in the pervasive heat.
So where was she headed exactly? What was her plan? Walking a hundred and fifty miles? Probably not the best plan.
She had her credit cards. She’d find a car rental place. Buy a phone at a gas station. That was it. She spotted a Chevron station just two blocks away and headed there.
The sun beat down on her. The top of her head blazed. A wave of dizziness hit her. Damn it. She never was very good in the heat.
A black Denali screeched to a stop next to her and the window rolled down revealing a red-faced Dave. “Get in the car,” he clipped out.
Volcanic rage spewed from her gut. “Fuck you.” With a toss of her head, she continued on.
He followed her. “Get in the fucking car, now.”
“No!” She took off running for the gas station. Which wasn’t easy on griddle-hot pavement in teeny little flip-flops.
Dave surged forward in the Denali and stopped a half a block ahead of her. He leapt out of the car and headed for her. His body tight, his jaw clenched, he looked ready to pop.
But she didn’t care. She’d get away from him. No man had ever stopped her from doing what she wanted. She was buying a phone and going back home. Period.
Just as he reached her, she darted to the left, then the right and got by him.
Victorious, she ran flat out for the gas station.
All at once, she was off the ground and over his shoulder.
Her mind detonated in an atomic blast. Bellowing at the top of her lungs, she screamed an intelligible stream of expletives, threats and name-calling. She kicked and fought, but he had her in a tight hold.
Opening the door, he took her off his shoulder and threw her inside. Pointing at her dramatically, he ordered, “You stay there.”
“You don’t tell me what to do!” She moved to get up, but he pushed her back.
“Try that again and pay the price.”
“I’m calling Daddy and I’m getting out of here!”
“The hell you are!”
“You can’t tell me what to do!”
“The hell I can’t. I’m your husband. Now you sit in that seat and stop behaving like a child or, by God, I will treat you like one.”
Her mind a swirling mass of fury, she couldn’t think straight. All she knew was that she had to get away from him. She had to fake him out. “Okay, okay.”
He slammed the door. While he stalked in front of the car, she grabbed her cell off the charger. As soon as he climbed in beside her, she opened her door and leapt out.
Dave roared in a deafening bellow.
As she ran for the gas station, she punched the button to call Daddy.
She got no more than five steps away before Dave grabbed her arm with one hand and snatched her phone away with his other.
“Hello, Charles?” he said into the receiver.
“Give me that phone!” She reached for it.
Dave easily kept her at bay. “The moment we discussed has arrived. You need to talk to your daughter, call my cell. Hers is going to be out of commission for the next week. Thank you, I’ll need it.”
©2011, Michelle Carlyle
Sunday, September 18, 2011
Bait And Switch, Part One
Hey Spankos!
Guess I forgot to mention that I’d be late posting this week because I was on vacation at a place with no internet. Just got back last night. Sorry Mathbard and Kitty, I know you zipped here to be ahead of Paul and PK. Next week, I’ll post on Thursday because we’re going away yet again.
Anyhoo, here’s a new story for you, the first in a series of twelve stories that will be compiled into a book later on this year. I haven’t decided what to call it yet, but all the stories surround spoiled princesses who learn not to order their men around like slaves. The hard way. Right now it’s the Spoiled Princess Series or the First Time Spanking Stories. Or something. I’m too tired to figure it out now.
So here’s the first part of the first story. See you next week!
Hugs,
Michelle
Tiffany glared ahead at the road so mad, she burned inside. Dave sure had a great time talking to that waitress. He couldn’t keep his eyes off her chest. Tiff was surprised he hadn’t ordered boobs with a side of fries instead of that burger.
Her new husband had a lot to learn. You don’t disrespect Tiffany. You don’t ogle other women when you’re with Tiffany. Tiffany comes first. Always.
Big dumb jerk. While she might have given him a pass on the waitress—since her breasts took up nearly half her body—but he’d flirted with the gas station girl and the clerk at the hotel that morning. Seemed like every other woman on the planet had his attention but his new wife.
“What’s wrong?” Dave asked, breaking the half hour silence.
Should she respond? Not sure.
“Tiff?”
“What?” she bit out, but she still wouldn’t look at him.
He glanced at her, then back to the traffic. “You haven’t said a word since we left the restaurant. Are you okay?”
“Sure, why wouldn’t I be?”
He sighed. “I have no idea,” he replied quietly.
Adding insult to injury, the man shut up and didn’t ask again. Her blood boiled until steam poured through her veins. She knew she picked the wrong husband! She’d had her pick of ten men, why had she picked Dave?
So what if he was the hottest and had the best job? Cliff would have been much more compliant. He’d begged her to marry him at least every month for a year. Jeffrey asked three times. Jared cried when she turned him down. But Dave only asked once and for some reason, she’d said yes. Certainly, she loved him. But marriage wasn’t just about love, it was about having someone who would do things for you. Anticipate your needs and fulfill them. Just like Daddy.
She missed Daddy. He’d warned her that Dave might give her some trouble. Dave had worked for Daddy for four years and had left to start his own business. Tiff had met him when she was out with Daddy at a restaurant. She hadn’t met Dave when he’d worked for Daddy because she’d been away at Vassar. As soon as she’d laid eyes on the tall hunk, she’d wanted him. His cool mahogany eyes, his impeccable taste in clothes and cars, along with his sophisticated knowledge of wines and the stock market had turned her head. Didn’t hurt that he was beyond buff.
But he was the most stubborn man she’d ever met. His way or the highway. That’s what Daddy said. “You won’t be able to wrap him around your little finger, Princess.”
But Daddy didn’t know his little girl that well. Tiffany could wrap any man around her little finger. It hadn’t taken long to get Dave to propose. It was after he’d given her the three carat yellow diamond engagement ring that the troubles began. It started off with him balking at a few of her demands and had escalated to the point where he’d planned this whole vacation without her input.
And now she knew why he’d planned it without her help. His vacation plan was actually a tour of all the cheap whores of Northern California. Every place they stopped just happened to have a beautiful woman behind the counter. And Dave seemed incapable of driving more than a mile without stopping. Yelp, sure. More than likely he went to cheap-hot-babes-in-diners.com and downloaded the whole list.
She gritted her teeth, tapped her foot and gripped her tiny shorts so hard, she almost pulled them off.
Dave signaled and pulled off at Williams.
Tiff’s face went hot. “We’re stopping again?”
“I want an iced coffee. They have an olive tasting room, too. Great garlic stuffed olives here at Granzella’s.”
“But you just ate,” she fired back.
Dave shot her a sharp glare. “And I’m eating again.”
He turned into the parking lot and parked.
“At this rate, we’ll never get to the Lake,” she muttered.
“We’ll get to the Lake in plenty of time. Relax. I told you, stopping at little out-of-the-way diners and stands is part of the vacation for me. I love finding new places to eat.”
“I just want to get there so I can get out of the car.”
“You can get out of the car now and go inside.”
“Okay, fine,” she snapped.
His face went hard. “Tiff. Don’t ruin this. I worked very hard to make this time in my schedule and I need a nice relaxing vacation.”
Whack! His words slapped her across the face. He needed! He needed a vacation! Like she didn’t? So what if she was in between jobs? So what if she had a lot of time on her hands? It wasn’t like she wasn’t doing anything. Like his time was more important than hers! As if! She’d given up two good lunches with girlfriends, a wine-tasting party and her personal trainer’s work-out-a-thon for charity to come on this stupid vacation with him.
“Tiff?”
“What?” she bit out.
“Drop the attitude.”
Her vision shifted, her face burned and her body vibrated with anger. “Don’t tell me what to feel!” she blasted at him.
His head jerked back and his mouth dropped open.
“Fine! You want to stop? We’ll stop! We can stop at every goddamned restaurant and fruit stand and doughnut shop from here to friggin’ Lake Shasta! But I have no idea why we bother actually getting in the car, why don’t we walk? Since we only get about two feet before there’s some stupid thing you want to eat—when that’s all a lie, anyway!”
His jaw went tight and his shoulders squared as he faced her. “Keep your voice down and stop this crap,” he said in a low rasp.
A voice in the back of her head warned her that she was in unknown territory. She didn’t know the man’s limits yet. While Dave had gotten pissy with her once in awhile, they’d been in a honeymoon cocoon since their wedding. She’d never really seen him mad.
She tried to calm herself, but all she could see was Dave staring at that waitress’s chest. “All you want to do is stare at chick’s boobs! This isn’t a vacation! This is a tour of all the chicks you want to fuh—”
He pointed at her. “That’s enough,” he said in a low growl.
She caught a glimpse of his eyes behind his dark sunglasses. Her stomach dropped and a chill went over her. Was that anger? Like actual, real anger? She shut up. She wanted to scream at him, but something told her to stop.
“I don’t know what’s gotten into you, but let me set you straight. I love you. I planned this vacation to spend time with you. I have no idea how you think I could possibly want anyone other than you. And at the rate we make love, how would I have the energy?”
She bit her tongue so she didn’t say I’m sure you’d find a way.
“Are you listening to me?”
“I heard you.”
“Look, I know you had some lapdog boyfriends before me. They played your Please The Princess games. But I don’t play games. I expect you to take me at my word and act like an adult. I expect you to tell me your needs, not make me guess them. What gave you the idea I wanted to sleep with other women?”
“You couldn’t keep your eyes off that waitress.”
His dark brows shot up. “Her breasts were big as watermelons and at eye level. They took up my entire field of vision. You can’t fault me for that. You were staring at her, too.”
“What about that blonde girl at the gas station?”
“What blonde girl at the gas station?”
“Don’t play with me.”
“I literally have no idea what you’re talking about.”
“This is useless. Let’s go inside. I’m sure the olives are amazing,” she said, dripping with loathing. She considered staying in the car for a good pout, but the Denali was black and the outside temperature somewhere in the high nineties.
“Why are you picking a fight with me?”
“I’m not.”
He held her gaze, his face stony. “Fine. One last warning. Stop the game.”
“Whatever.” She got out of the car and slammed the door shut. Without looking at him, she walked toward the building.
He grabbed her arm above the elbow and pulled her in close to him. Anger exploded inside her and she almost hit him.
In her ear, he hissed, “If you don’t adjust that attitude, I’ll do it for you.”
“What the hell does that mean?”
He shot her a fiery glare. “Push me and find out.”
©2011, Michelle Carlyle
Guess I forgot to mention that I’d be late posting this week because I was on vacation at a place with no internet. Just got back last night. Sorry Mathbard and Kitty, I know you zipped here to be ahead of Paul and PK. Next week, I’ll post on Thursday because we’re going away yet again.
Anyhoo, here’s a new story for you, the first in a series of twelve stories that will be compiled into a book later on this year. I haven’t decided what to call it yet, but all the stories surround spoiled princesses who learn not to order their men around like slaves. The hard way. Right now it’s the Spoiled Princess Series or the First Time Spanking Stories. Or something. I’m too tired to figure it out now.
So here’s the first part of the first story. See you next week!
Hugs,
Michelle
Tiffany glared ahead at the road so mad, she burned inside. Dave sure had a great time talking to that waitress. He couldn’t keep his eyes off her chest. Tiff was surprised he hadn’t ordered boobs with a side of fries instead of that burger.
Her new husband had a lot to learn. You don’t disrespect Tiffany. You don’t ogle other women when you’re with Tiffany. Tiffany comes first. Always.
Big dumb jerk. While she might have given him a pass on the waitress—since her breasts took up nearly half her body—but he’d flirted with the gas station girl and the clerk at the hotel that morning. Seemed like every other woman on the planet had his attention but his new wife.
“What’s wrong?” Dave asked, breaking the half hour silence.
Should she respond? Not sure.
“Tiff?”
“What?” she bit out, but she still wouldn’t look at him.
He glanced at her, then back to the traffic. “You haven’t said a word since we left the restaurant. Are you okay?”
“Sure, why wouldn’t I be?”
He sighed. “I have no idea,” he replied quietly.
Adding insult to injury, the man shut up and didn’t ask again. Her blood boiled until steam poured through her veins. She knew she picked the wrong husband! She’d had her pick of ten men, why had she picked Dave?
So what if he was the hottest and had the best job? Cliff would have been much more compliant. He’d begged her to marry him at least every month for a year. Jeffrey asked three times. Jared cried when she turned him down. But Dave only asked once and for some reason, she’d said yes. Certainly, she loved him. But marriage wasn’t just about love, it was about having someone who would do things for you. Anticipate your needs and fulfill them. Just like Daddy.
She missed Daddy. He’d warned her that Dave might give her some trouble. Dave had worked for Daddy for four years and had left to start his own business. Tiff had met him when she was out with Daddy at a restaurant. She hadn’t met Dave when he’d worked for Daddy because she’d been away at Vassar. As soon as she’d laid eyes on the tall hunk, she’d wanted him. His cool mahogany eyes, his impeccable taste in clothes and cars, along with his sophisticated knowledge of wines and the stock market had turned her head. Didn’t hurt that he was beyond buff.
But he was the most stubborn man she’d ever met. His way or the highway. That’s what Daddy said. “You won’t be able to wrap him around your little finger, Princess.”
But Daddy didn’t know his little girl that well. Tiffany could wrap any man around her little finger. It hadn’t taken long to get Dave to propose. It was after he’d given her the three carat yellow diamond engagement ring that the troubles began. It started off with him balking at a few of her demands and had escalated to the point where he’d planned this whole vacation without her input.
And now she knew why he’d planned it without her help. His vacation plan was actually a tour of all the cheap whores of Northern California. Every place they stopped just happened to have a beautiful woman behind the counter. And Dave seemed incapable of driving more than a mile without stopping. Yelp, sure. More than likely he went to cheap-hot-babes-in-diners.com and downloaded the whole list.
She gritted her teeth, tapped her foot and gripped her tiny shorts so hard, she almost pulled them off.
Dave signaled and pulled off at Williams.
Tiff’s face went hot. “We’re stopping again?”
“I want an iced coffee. They have an olive tasting room, too. Great garlic stuffed olives here at Granzella’s.”
“But you just ate,” she fired back.
Dave shot her a sharp glare. “And I’m eating again.”
He turned into the parking lot and parked.
“At this rate, we’ll never get to the Lake,” she muttered.
“We’ll get to the Lake in plenty of time. Relax. I told you, stopping at little out-of-the-way diners and stands is part of the vacation for me. I love finding new places to eat.”
“I just want to get there so I can get out of the car.”
“You can get out of the car now and go inside.”
“Okay, fine,” she snapped.
His face went hard. “Tiff. Don’t ruin this. I worked very hard to make this time in my schedule and I need a nice relaxing vacation.”
Whack! His words slapped her across the face. He needed! He needed a vacation! Like she didn’t? So what if she was in between jobs? So what if she had a lot of time on her hands? It wasn’t like she wasn’t doing anything. Like his time was more important than hers! As if! She’d given up two good lunches with girlfriends, a wine-tasting party and her personal trainer’s work-out-a-thon for charity to come on this stupid vacation with him.
“Tiff?”
“What?” she bit out.
“Drop the attitude.”
Her vision shifted, her face burned and her body vibrated with anger. “Don’t tell me what to feel!” she blasted at him.
His head jerked back and his mouth dropped open.
“Fine! You want to stop? We’ll stop! We can stop at every goddamned restaurant and fruit stand and doughnut shop from here to friggin’ Lake Shasta! But I have no idea why we bother actually getting in the car, why don’t we walk? Since we only get about two feet before there’s some stupid thing you want to eat—when that’s all a lie, anyway!”
His jaw went tight and his shoulders squared as he faced her. “Keep your voice down and stop this crap,” he said in a low rasp.
A voice in the back of her head warned her that she was in unknown territory. She didn’t know the man’s limits yet. While Dave had gotten pissy with her once in awhile, they’d been in a honeymoon cocoon since their wedding. She’d never really seen him mad.
She tried to calm herself, but all she could see was Dave staring at that waitress’s chest. “All you want to do is stare at chick’s boobs! This isn’t a vacation! This is a tour of all the chicks you want to fuh—”
He pointed at her. “That’s enough,” he said in a low growl.
She caught a glimpse of his eyes behind his dark sunglasses. Her stomach dropped and a chill went over her. Was that anger? Like actual, real anger? She shut up. She wanted to scream at him, but something told her to stop.
“I don’t know what’s gotten into you, but let me set you straight. I love you. I planned this vacation to spend time with you. I have no idea how you think I could possibly want anyone other than you. And at the rate we make love, how would I have the energy?”
She bit her tongue so she didn’t say I’m sure you’d find a way.
“Are you listening to me?”
“I heard you.”
“Look, I know you had some lapdog boyfriends before me. They played your Please The Princess games. But I don’t play games. I expect you to take me at my word and act like an adult. I expect you to tell me your needs, not make me guess them. What gave you the idea I wanted to sleep with other women?”
“You couldn’t keep your eyes off that waitress.”
His dark brows shot up. “Her breasts were big as watermelons and at eye level. They took up my entire field of vision. You can’t fault me for that. You were staring at her, too.”
“What about that blonde girl at the gas station?”
“What blonde girl at the gas station?”
“Don’t play with me.”
“I literally have no idea what you’re talking about.”
“This is useless. Let’s go inside. I’m sure the olives are amazing,” she said, dripping with loathing. She considered staying in the car for a good pout, but the Denali was black and the outside temperature somewhere in the high nineties.
“Why are you picking a fight with me?”
“I’m not.”
He held her gaze, his face stony. “Fine. One last warning. Stop the game.”
“Whatever.” She got out of the car and slammed the door shut. Without looking at him, she walked toward the building.
He grabbed her arm above the elbow and pulled her in close to him. Anger exploded inside her and she almost hit him.
In her ear, he hissed, “If you don’t adjust that attitude, I’ll do it for you.”
“What the hell does that mean?”
He shot her a fiery glare. “Push me and find out.”
©2011, Michelle Carlyle
Friday, September 9, 2011
Frenemies, Conclusion
Hey Spankos!
Here’s the last chapter of Frenemies for your reading enjoyment. Since I’m closing out the blog at the end of the month, the next three posts will be a bit larger. Yay! And I’ve talked to PK on New Beginnings and she has agreed to post my stories once in a while for her Fantasy Friday feature. So you won’t be rid of me that easily. And I will still appear on the website, Discipline and Desire. So if you miss me, you can always find me there.
Onto the story!
Big hugs to you all and I hope you have a fantastic weekend!
Michelle
“Thank God.” Zoe stretched and yawned. “Well, I think I’d better go to bed.”
“Not yet, you’re not.”
“But I almost died, I think—”
“Don’t fire me up anymore than I already am. You’re in trouble, young lady. Big. Trouble. Why didn’t you wake me up?”
“Oh. Well, Lydia was crying and—”
“Why didn’t you wake me up?”
“Um…didn’t occur to me.” She winced. “I figured you wouldn’t let me go and—”
“I would have sent my bodyguards over there.”
“Oh.”
“You idiot. Okay, hand over the prepaid phone.”
“What prepaid phone?” she asked as innocently as she could.
Bryce's face went black with anger, his lip curled and he glared at her. “The one you bought two weeks ago. And used to go on that date with the girls.”
She gaped at him. “You knew?”
“I know everything that happens with you. Well, except for an hour ago. Okay, enough chitchat. I’ll confiscate the phone later.” He sat down on the end of the bed near her. “Come here.”
She checked the bedroom door and gave a quick thought to running.
His brow furrowed to the point of becoming one solid dark line. “You can’t be considering that.”
She bit her lip. Could she make it?
“I’d use my belt on you. Get over here,” he growled. “Now.”
Sighing, she got up and meandered close to him. He reached out fast and yanked her across his lap. Pulling the back of her sweats to mid-thigh, his body moved and excruciating pain blistered her ass. Wow! And that was just with his hand! Horrible!
“What part of ‘stay here’ didn’t you understand?” He laid into her butt with awesome power, barbecuing her.
Her nerves jarred, she shrieked. On top of all her bruises, this was terrible!
She tried to push off his lap, but he hauled her back and pinned her arm behind her. “You know better than that.” He swatted her with a nasty series of hard spanks on her sit spots. She howled and kicked her feet.
“I think almost dying was enough punishment!” she cried.
“And I disagree,” he replied, maintaining a horrid rhythm on her poor butt. He whacked her so hard, her entire body jerked.
“Yeee-owww!”
He worked her ass, again and again, spanking her until she had no fight left. Miserable, she draped across him, weeping, wishing she’d never gotten that stupid phone call.
He stopped and pulled her up onto her feet. “Strip. Fast or I’ll use my belt on you. I will break you tonight if it’s the last thing I do.”
Sniffling, she kicked off her sweats and ripped off her top.
Bryce stopped momentarily to gawk at her breasts. He shook his head and his face went hard. “Punishment first. Then I’ll fuck you. On the bed on your stomach, now.”
She couldn’t believe he had more in store for her, but she obeyed.
He opened a drawer in his dresser and withdrew some sort of whip with lots of long leather straps.
She went slack-jawed.
He sent her an evil grin. “Let’s see how you like this. I’ll bet you won’t.”
He knelt on the bed next to her and smacked her ass hard with the whip, stinging her bruised flesh. She cried out. It didn’t hurt as much as she thought it would, but it wasn’t pleasant.
He laid into her ass with the whip and she burst into tears. Wasn’t as bad as the paddle, but it hurt.
Thankfully, only after a few minutes, he stopped. Panting, her muscles turned to jelly.
“Turn over,” he rasped.
She took in a deep breath. He’d only ever spanked her butt. What would he do now?
“Do it!”
She quickly flopped on her back.
A menacing look in his eye, he said, “Spread ‘em.”
Her body froze in terror.
“I said, spread your legs. Now,” he growled, glaring.
She obeyed.
“Hands underneath your back,” he clipped out.
She slipped them under the small of her back.
He sent her a wicked half-smile. “Let’s see what you think of this.”
He reached up high with the whip and she shut her eyes.
The whip came down on her breasts. But weirdly enough, not hard. Caused only a sting. That felt…good.
She opened one eye and saw lust in his eyes. Thank God. He was playing with her now.
He whipped her breasts, each one in turn, lightly, then hard. Her nipples buzzed with energy, sending ripples of longing through out her body, focusing on her sex. She got super aroused.
He moved down between her legs and lashed her pussy and clit. She gasped from the slight sting and then her sex rocked with want. One after another, he whipped her sex. Her climax began to build and soon, she was right on the edge. Anticipating the strokes, relishing the feel of the leather on her clit, delighting in the torment.
Throwing the whip aside, Bryce fell between her legs and licked her clit, launching her into a mind-shattering orgasm. She grabbed his head and pulled her to him, grinding her sex into his mouth.
She fell back to the bed, trying to get the breath back in her lungs. He forced her onto her hands and knees.
In a split second, he was naked and inside her. Jackhammering into her, he went at her like a crazy man. She lost her mind and shot to the moon. Orgasm after orgasm blasted her body. She couldn’t breathe, she couldn’t think, all she could do was come.
Finally, he cried out and went even deeper, making her scream with joy.
Bryce withdrew and she collapsed to the bed.
He gathered her into his arms and cradled her, bestowing kisses all over her face. “I thought I’d lost you. I didn’t think I’d get there in time. I’m so glad you’re okay. I…couldn’t live without you, Zoe. Please promise me you’ll never scare me like that again.” A tear rolled down his cheek.
She burst out crying and clung to him. “I won’t. I’m so sorry. I love you. I’ll never disobey you again.”
“God, I love you, Zoe,” he moaned and crushed her in a hug.
©2011, Michelle Carlyle
Here’s the last chapter of Frenemies for your reading enjoyment. Since I’m closing out the blog at the end of the month, the next three posts will be a bit larger. Yay! And I’ve talked to PK on New Beginnings and she has agreed to post my stories once in a while for her Fantasy Friday feature. So you won’t be rid of me that easily. And I will still appear on the website, Discipline and Desire. So if you miss me, you can always find me there.
Onto the story!
Big hugs to you all and I hope you have a fantastic weekend!
Michelle
“Thank God.” Zoe stretched and yawned. “Well, I think I’d better go to bed.”
“Not yet, you’re not.”
“But I almost died, I think—”
“Don’t fire me up anymore than I already am. You’re in trouble, young lady. Big. Trouble. Why didn’t you wake me up?”
“Oh. Well, Lydia was crying and—”
“Why didn’t you wake me up?”
“Um…didn’t occur to me.” She winced. “I figured you wouldn’t let me go and—”
“I would have sent my bodyguards over there.”
“Oh.”
“You idiot. Okay, hand over the prepaid phone.”
“What prepaid phone?” she asked as innocently as she could.
Bryce's face went black with anger, his lip curled and he glared at her. “The one you bought two weeks ago. And used to go on that date with the girls.”
She gaped at him. “You knew?”
“I know everything that happens with you. Well, except for an hour ago. Okay, enough chitchat. I’ll confiscate the phone later.” He sat down on the end of the bed near her. “Come here.”
She checked the bedroom door and gave a quick thought to running.
His brow furrowed to the point of becoming one solid dark line. “You can’t be considering that.”
She bit her lip. Could she make it?
“I’d use my belt on you. Get over here,” he growled. “Now.”
Sighing, she got up and meandered close to him. He reached out fast and yanked her across his lap. Pulling the back of her sweats to mid-thigh, his body moved and excruciating pain blistered her ass. Wow! And that was just with his hand! Horrible!
“What part of ‘stay here’ didn’t you understand?” He laid into her butt with awesome power, barbecuing her.
Her nerves jarred, she shrieked. On top of all her bruises, this was terrible!
She tried to push off his lap, but he hauled her back and pinned her arm behind her. “You know better than that.” He swatted her with a nasty series of hard spanks on her sit spots. She howled and kicked her feet.
“I think almost dying was enough punishment!” she cried.
“And I disagree,” he replied, maintaining a horrid rhythm on her poor butt. He whacked her so hard, her entire body jerked.
“Yeee-owww!”
He worked her ass, again and again, spanking her until she had no fight left. Miserable, she draped across him, weeping, wishing she’d never gotten that stupid phone call.
He stopped and pulled her up onto her feet. “Strip. Fast or I’ll use my belt on you. I will break you tonight if it’s the last thing I do.”
Sniffling, she kicked off her sweats and ripped off her top.
Bryce stopped momentarily to gawk at her breasts. He shook his head and his face went hard. “Punishment first. Then I’ll fuck you. On the bed on your stomach, now.”
She couldn’t believe he had more in store for her, but she obeyed.
He opened a drawer in his dresser and withdrew some sort of whip with lots of long leather straps.
She went slack-jawed.
He sent her an evil grin. “Let’s see how you like this. I’ll bet you won’t.”
He knelt on the bed next to her and smacked her ass hard with the whip, stinging her bruised flesh. She cried out. It didn’t hurt as much as she thought it would, but it wasn’t pleasant.
He laid into her ass with the whip and she burst into tears. Wasn’t as bad as the paddle, but it hurt.
Thankfully, only after a few minutes, he stopped. Panting, her muscles turned to jelly.
“Turn over,” he rasped.
She took in a deep breath. He’d only ever spanked her butt. What would he do now?
“Do it!”
She quickly flopped on her back.
A menacing look in his eye, he said, “Spread ‘em.”
Her body froze in terror.
“I said, spread your legs. Now,” he growled, glaring.
She obeyed.
“Hands underneath your back,” he clipped out.
She slipped them under the small of her back.
He sent her a wicked half-smile. “Let’s see what you think of this.”
He reached up high with the whip and she shut her eyes.
The whip came down on her breasts. But weirdly enough, not hard. Caused only a sting. That felt…good.
She opened one eye and saw lust in his eyes. Thank God. He was playing with her now.
He whipped her breasts, each one in turn, lightly, then hard. Her nipples buzzed with energy, sending ripples of longing through out her body, focusing on her sex. She got super aroused.
He moved down between her legs and lashed her pussy and clit. She gasped from the slight sting and then her sex rocked with want. One after another, he whipped her sex. Her climax began to build and soon, she was right on the edge. Anticipating the strokes, relishing the feel of the leather on her clit, delighting in the torment.
Throwing the whip aside, Bryce fell between her legs and licked her clit, launching her into a mind-shattering orgasm. She grabbed his head and pulled her to him, grinding her sex into his mouth.
She fell back to the bed, trying to get the breath back in her lungs. He forced her onto her hands and knees.
In a split second, he was naked and inside her. Jackhammering into her, he went at her like a crazy man. She lost her mind and shot to the moon. Orgasm after orgasm blasted her body. She couldn’t breathe, she couldn’t think, all she could do was come.
Finally, he cried out and went even deeper, making her scream with joy.
Bryce withdrew and she collapsed to the bed.
He gathered her into his arms and cradled her, bestowing kisses all over her face. “I thought I’d lost you. I didn’t think I’d get there in time. I’m so glad you’re okay. I…couldn’t live without you, Zoe. Please promise me you’ll never scare me like that again.” A tear rolled down his cheek.
She burst out crying and clung to him. “I won’t. I’m so sorry. I love you. I’ll never disobey you again.”
“God, I love you, Zoe,” he moaned and crushed her in a hug.
©2011, Michelle Carlyle
Friday, September 2, 2011
Frenemies, Part Eleven and News
Hey Spanko Friends!
How are you guys doing? I’m great. Other than I’m facing yet another birthday. Which I don’t mind, actually, but it has got me thinking.
At fifty-two, I finally realized that I’m going to die someday. So I need to take what time I have left and use it wisely. I also realized that I don’t have enough time for two writing careers. Only one. And while I’ve really enjoyed writing spanking fiction, I’m more drawn to my full-length vanilla novels. And I need to put all my energy into that career to make it work.
Which means Michelle Carlyle is moving on. I will have six or seven more books of stories coming out over the next couple years (of stuff I’ve already written), but I won’t be writing many, if any, new spanking stories nor will I continue the blog after this month. September 30 will be my last post. Which sucks because I’ll miss you people.
You people have been a wonderful part of my life. I accept myself and my predilections much more now and am no longer ashamed of my love of spanking. You guys have been so supportive and kind. And of course, some of you I’ve connected with on a personal level (Paul and PK especially), and will miss the weekly contact. But don’t worry, I’ll still be around. I’m not going too far. I’ll keep the Michelle yahoo account indefinitely so you can always contact me through there. But it is time I moved on.
Speaking of moving on, here’s the next to the last installment of Frenemies, we’ll conclude the story next week.
I hope you all have a great weekend.
Hugs,
Michelle
Bryce awoke with a start from a terrible dream, his heart pounding, his body covered in sweat. Zoe had been in danger and he couldn’t reach her. Awful. He felt around on the other side of the bed and found her place empty. Adrenaline flooding his system, he leapt out of bed. “Zoe?”
Throwing open the master suite door, he strode down the hallway towards the living room. No Zoe in the bathroom, her office, nor the living room. Kitchen was empty. Gone.
Panic firing up all his limbs, Bryce flew to his laptop and turned on the surveillance loop. He watched as Zoe got a phone call. He turned up the sound and nearly lost his mind. A trap. Had to be. He ran to the bedroom, threw on some pants and raced out to his guards.
He hoped he got there in time to save her.
Lydia backed up. Zoe wished she’d brought her pistol. Her heart crashing in her chest, sweat beading on her forehead, Zoe stepped inside.
The door shut revealing a very scary-looking large man in a dark suit holding a huge weapon. About six four, the man had dark features and a square head. He smiled, chilling her to the bone. “Welcome, Zoe. I think you have something I want. Hand over the computer and then you’re comin’ with me. You don’t, I wipe out your friend.”
Upstairs, Buddy, Lydia’s fox terrier started barking.
“And her little dog, too,” the man sneered.
Everything slowed down. Lydia in danger. Her favorite dog’s life at stake. One large, nasty man creating all the problems.
Something snapped inside Zoe. Volcanic fury erupted from inside her. “No!” she screamed.
Roaring at the top of her voice, she lunged at the man and swung her computer, knocking the gun out of his hand. On the return swing, before he could react, she hit him across the face with the laptop, sending him reeling backwards. She followed, whacking him on the head and face with all of her might. Pieces flew off the computer, blood splattered everywhere, but she didn’t stop until the big brute was unconscious.
Panting, pouring with sweat, she finally stopped yelling and turned to Lydia.
She nearly fainted.
Another man, a wiry blonde creep, held a semi-automatic to Lydia’s head.
Buddy continued to frantically bark in the background.
“Caesar isn’t gonna be very happy with you when he wakes up,” the blond creep said. “I wouldn’t want to be you, lady. Now you get over here and bring what’s left of that computer with you or I’ll take out your friend and her stupid mutt.”
Out of the corner of her eye, she spotted Caesar’s weapon lying on the carpet.
Zoe rolled her eyes, pretending to feel faint. “I don’t feel so good.” She dropped the computer, then fell to the ground, falling so her hands were near the gun. But she didn’t move toward it. She pretended to be out.
“Goddamned it,” the man muttered. “Okay, Lydia, you don’t move. Caesar, wake up!”
Zoe opened her eyes to slits and watched the man. As soon as he bent down to retrieve the computer, she reached out, grabbed the gun and pointed it at the man.
His mouth open, he stared at her. “You bitch!”
“Drop your weapon or I’ll shoot.”
He narrowed his gaze. “You wouldn’t dare. Nice lady like you. Hey, we can do this without the—”
Zoe fired the gun off and missed him by inches.
Terrified, the guy let go of the pistol and it fell to the floor.
“Grab it, Lydia!” Zoe ordered.
Lydia rushed forward and grabbed the weapon.
The front door burst open. “Zoe!” Bryce, followed by three bodyguards, came in, all brandishing weapons.
He rushed up to her and then took in the scene and went slack-jawed. Then he chuckled. “Seems like you didn’t need our help.”
“Oh, yes, I did. I’m sorry, honey.”
He shot her a look that said it all. Death by spanking. “I know you are.” Bryce turned to Lydia. “Are you all right?”
“I-I will be.”
“Boys, take these gentlemen for a ride, will you? Find out who they work for.”
The bodyguards carried the large man outside, dragging the blond guy with them.
Bryce smirked at the sight of her bloody laptop. “Seems like someone needs a new computer. Wait, what is that?”
The laptop’s case had broken apart. Bryce picked it up and removed a small computer component. “This doesn’t belong in here. What is this? Well, I’ll be damned.” He turned to Zoe. “You may have just found what we’ve been looking for. I think this is the missing hard drive.”
She brightened. “Good. Does that mean I’m not in as much trouble?”
Bryce returned her smile. “No. It doesn’t.” The look in his eye went dark.
Eeek.
He came up to her, and with a tender look in his eye, he kissed her. When he pulled away, he whispered in her ear. “I’m so glad you’re okay. I was so worried.”
“I’m sorry, honey.”
“Not yet, but you will be,” he promised.
Double eek.
They didn’t leave until another bodyguard arrived to watch over Lydia.
All during the short ride back to the house, Zoe freaked out. Her heart hammering against her ribs, she wanted to run. She was already so sore, she couldn’t take much more punishment. But that wouldn’t stop Bryce. She’d blown it. Totally, utterly blown it.
He said nothing. As they pulled up in her driveway he sent her a look that made her blood turn to ice. “Wait for me in the bedroom.”
“Okay,” she replied glumly.
Her lower lip trembling, she shuffled into the bedroom and sat on the bed. She fought back the tears. Not only was she traumatized from her ordeal, she hated it when Bryce was mad at her.
After what seemed to be hours, Bryce walked into the room. “Well, you lucked out. That hard drive might have just saved your life.”
“Was it the one?”
He smiled. “Yes. It was. And now all the information is on several more servers. So many, they won’t know who to attack. A few more weeks and we’ll be able to get back to normal.”
“Thank God.” She stretched and yawned. “Well, I think I’d better go to bed.”
“Not yet, you’re not.”
“But I almost died, I think—”
“Don’t fire me up anymore than I already am. You’re in trouble, young lady. Big. Trouble.”
©2011, Michelle Carlyle
How are you guys doing? I’m great. Other than I’m facing yet another birthday. Which I don’t mind, actually, but it has got me thinking.
At fifty-two, I finally realized that I’m going to die someday. So I need to take what time I have left and use it wisely. I also realized that I don’t have enough time for two writing careers. Only one. And while I’ve really enjoyed writing spanking fiction, I’m more drawn to my full-length vanilla novels. And I need to put all my energy into that career to make it work.
Which means Michelle Carlyle is moving on. I will have six or seven more books of stories coming out over the next couple years (of stuff I’ve already written), but I won’t be writing many, if any, new spanking stories nor will I continue the blog after this month. September 30 will be my last post. Which sucks because I’ll miss you people.
You people have been a wonderful part of my life. I accept myself and my predilections much more now and am no longer ashamed of my love of spanking. You guys have been so supportive and kind. And of course, some of you I’ve connected with on a personal level (Paul and PK especially), and will miss the weekly contact. But don’t worry, I’ll still be around. I’m not going too far. I’ll keep the Michelle yahoo account indefinitely so you can always contact me through there. But it is time I moved on.
Speaking of moving on, here’s the next to the last installment of Frenemies, we’ll conclude the story next week.
I hope you all have a great weekend.
Hugs,
Michelle
Bryce awoke with a start from a terrible dream, his heart pounding, his body covered in sweat. Zoe had been in danger and he couldn’t reach her. Awful. He felt around on the other side of the bed and found her place empty. Adrenaline flooding his system, he leapt out of bed. “Zoe?”
Throwing open the master suite door, he strode down the hallway towards the living room. No Zoe in the bathroom, her office, nor the living room. Kitchen was empty. Gone.
Panic firing up all his limbs, Bryce flew to his laptop and turned on the surveillance loop. He watched as Zoe got a phone call. He turned up the sound and nearly lost his mind. A trap. Had to be. He ran to the bedroom, threw on some pants and raced out to his guards.
He hoped he got there in time to save her.
Lydia backed up. Zoe wished she’d brought her pistol. Her heart crashing in her chest, sweat beading on her forehead, Zoe stepped inside.
The door shut revealing a very scary-looking large man in a dark suit holding a huge weapon. About six four, the man had dark features and a square head. He smiled, chilling her to the bone. “Welcome, Zoe. I think you have something I want. Hand over the computer and then you’re comin’ with me. You don’t, I wipe out your friend.”
Upstairs, Buddy, Lydia’s fox terrier started barking.
“And her little dog, too,” the man sneered.
Everything slowed down. Lydia in danger. Her favorite dog’s life at stake. One large, nasty man creating all the problems.
Something snapped inside Zoe. Volcanic fury erupted from inside her. “No!” she screamed.
Roaring at the top of her voice, she lunged at the man and swung her computer, knocking the gun out of his hand. On the return swing, before he could react, she hit him across the face with the laptop, sending him reeling backwards. She followed, whacking him on the head and face with all of her might. Pieces flew off the computer, blood splattered everywhere, but she didn’t stop until the big brute was unconscious.
Panting, pouring with sweat, she finally stopped yelling and turned to Lydia.
She nearly fainted.
Another man, a wiry blonde creep, held a semi-automatic to Lydia’s head.
Buddy continued to frantically bark in the background.
“Caesar isn’t gonna be very happy with you when he wakes up,” the blond creep said. “I wouldn’t want to be you, lady. Now you get over here and bring what’s left of that computer with you or I’ll take out your friend and her stupid mutt.”
Out of the corner of her eye, she spotted Caesar’s weapon lying on the carpet.
Zoe rolled her eyes, pretending to feel faint. “I don’t feel so good.” She dropped the computer, then fell to the ground, falling so her hands were near the gun. But she didn’t move toward it. She pretended to be out.
“Goddamned it,” the man muttered. “Okay, Lydia, you don’t move. Caesar, wake up!”
Zoe opened her eyes to slits and watched the man. As soon as he bent down to retrieve the computer, she reached out, grabbed the gun and pointed it at the man.
His mouth open, he stared at her. “You bitch!”
“Drop your weapon or I’ll shoot.”
He narrowed his gaze. “You wouldn’t dare. Nice lady like you. Hey, we can do this without the—”
Zoe fired the gun off and missed him by inches.
Terrified, the guy let go of the pistol and it fell to the floor.
“Grab it, Lydia!” Zoe ordered.
Lydia rushed forward and grabbed the weapon.
The front door burst open. “Zoe!” Bryce, followed by three bodyguards, came in, all brandishing weapons.
He rushed up to her and then took in the scene and went slack-jawed. Then he chuckled. “Seems like you didn’t need our help.”
“Oh, yes, I did. I’m sorry, honey.”
He shot her a look that said it all. Death by spanking. “I know you are.” Bryce turned to Lydia. “Are you all right?”
“I-I will be.”
“Boys, take these gentlemen for a ride, will you? Find out who they work for.”
The bodyguards carried the large man outside, dragging the blond guy with them.
Bryce smirked at the sight of her bloody laptop. “Seems like someone needs a new computer. Wait, what is that?”
The laptop’s case had broken apart. Bryce picked it up and removed a small computer component. “This doesn’t belong in here. What is this? Well, I’ll be damned.” He turned to Zoe. “You may have just found what we’ve been looking for. I think this is the missing hard drive.”
She brightened. “Good. Does that mean I’m not in as much trouble?”
Bryce returned her smile. “No. It doesn’t.” The look in his eye went dark.
Eeek.
He came up to her, and with a tender look in his eye, he kissed her. When he pulled away, he whispered in her ear. “I’m so glad you’re okay. I was so worried.”
“I’m sorry, honey.”
“Not yet, but you will be,” he promised.
Double eek.
They didn’t leave until another bodyguard arrived to watch over Lydia.
All during the short ride back to the house, Zoe freaked out. Her heart hammering against her ribs, she wanted to run. She was already so sore, she couldn’t take much more punishment. But that wouldn’t stop Bryce. She’d blown it. Totally, utterly blown it.
He said nothing. As they pulled up in her driveway he sent her a look that made her blood turn to ice. “Wait for me in the bedroom.”
“Okay,” she replied glumly.
Her lower lip trembling, she shuffled into the bedroom and sat on the bed. She fought back the tears. Not only was she traumatized from her ordeal, she hated it when Bryce was mad at her.
After what seemed to be hours, Bryce walked into the room. “Well, you lucked out. That hard drive might have just saved your life.”
“Was it the one?”
He smiled. “Yes. It was. And now all the information is on several more servers. So many, they won’t know who to attack. A few more weeks and we’ll be able to get back to normal.”
“Thank God.” She stretched and yawned. “Well, I think I’d better go to bed.”
“Not yet, you’re not.”
“But I almost died, I think—”
“Don’t fire me up anymore than I already am. You’re in trouble, young lady. Big. Trouble.”
©2011, Michelle Carlyle
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