Michelle Carlyle

Bait and Switch Conclusion and Farewell

2011-09-30T09:35:00.000-07:00

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

Bait And Switch, Part Two

2011-09-23T08:11:00.000-07:00

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

Bait And Switch, Part One

2011-09-18T12:19:00.000-07:00

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

Frenemies, Conclusion

2011-09-09T09:31:00.000-07:00

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

Frenemies, Part Eleven and News

2011-09-02T10:37:00.000-07:00

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

Frenemies, Part Ten

2011-08-26T10:34:00.000-07:00

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

Frenemies, Part Nine

2011-08-19T07:47:00.000-07:00

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

Rulebreakers Has Been Released!!!!

2011-08-15T15:04:00.000-07:00

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!!!!

Rulebreakers Will Be Released on August 15th!!!!

2011-08-12T09:38:00.000-07:00

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

2011-08-12T09:32:00.001-07:00

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

Frenemies, Part Seven

2011-08-05T08:39:00.000-07:00

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

Frenemies, Part Six

2011-07-29T09:22:00.000-07:00

Hellllooooo Spanko Friends!

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

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

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

I hope you all have a spank-tastic weekend!

Hugs and love,
Michelle

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

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

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

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

“Bryce! Unfair!”

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

She howled. Ever the drama queen.

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

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

“Stop!”

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

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

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

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

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

“I’m not!”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

This was where he belonged. Always. Inside her.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

©2011, Michelle Carlyle

Frenemies, Part Five

2011-07-22T08:40:00.000-07:00

Hey Friends!

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

Have a great weekend!

Hugs and love,
Michelle

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

“Practically,” Zoe said with a snort.

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

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

“You’ve been tamed.”

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

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

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

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

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

“So you are in danger?”

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

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

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

“So are you being followed?” Karen asked.

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

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

“Bummer. Gary Gates is playing.”

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

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

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

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

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

“Don’t get in too much trouble.”

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

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

Zoe giggled.

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

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

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

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

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

“You tell me,” he said flatly.

“Nothin’, why?”

He held her gaze and allowed some darkness to show.

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

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

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

“Nothing. I…”

“Yes?”

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

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

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

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

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

“Mercenaries work that way sometimes.”

“Jeez.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

©2011, Michelle Carlyle

Frenemies, Part Four

2011-07-15T08:32:00.001-07:00

Hey Spankos!

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

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

Hugs to all you great people out there!

Michelle

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

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

“Help! Fire! Help! Jake! Gil! Help!”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Where are they now?” Bryce asked.

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

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

“I recognized them both,” Jake reported.

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

Jake turned to her. “So…Zoë. How—”

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

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

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

“Zoë! You get out of there!”

“Uh…I’m busy.”

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

“But I’m—”

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

She toed the rug. “I…”

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

She couldn’t look at him.

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

Oh, no!

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

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

“I’m sorry!”

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

“Nothing!”

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

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

“What did you buy?”

“Chocolate!”

He stopped. “What?”

“Chocolate. I needed chocolate.”

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

“I’m sorry!”

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

“I won’t do it again!”

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

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

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

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

“Yeah, but—”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

The bigger they are, the harder they fall.

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

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

And completely overestimating his hold on her.

But he’d learn.

©2011, Michelle Carlyle

Frenemies, Part Three

2011-07-08T13:56:00.000-07:00

Heeellllloooooo Out There in Cyberspace!!!

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

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

Hugs to all you lovely people!

Michelle

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

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

“Yes,” she cried and pulled on him.

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

“Oh, God, yes!”

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

Within a heart beat, they were both naked.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Me, neither.”

“Really?”

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

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

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

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

“Because you want to please me.”

“True.”

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

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

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

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

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

“Ow!” She giggled.

“Brat,” he said, kissing her.

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

“What?” she asked.

“I have to go to a meeting.”

“Something bad at work?”

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

“I hear you,” she said glumly.

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

“When will you be back?”

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

“Jeez.”

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

She brightened. “Okay!”

He laughed and kissed her.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

©2011, Michelle Carlyle

Frenemies, Part Two

2011-07-01T09:16:00.001-07:00

Hey Spanko People!

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

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

Hugs to you all,
Michelle

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Bryce! You can’t do this to me!”

“The hell I can’t.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

He gave her a super powerful swat.

“Ow!”

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

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

“Ow! Bryce!” She kicked her legs.

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

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

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

“Not you!”

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

“Ow! Bryce!”

“Brat!”

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

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

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

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

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

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

Don’t kiss me, I’d never recover!

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

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

How terrifying!

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

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

“Zoë? I asked you a question.”

“I’m not sure, you scare me.”

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

She nodded.

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

©2011, Michelle Carlyle

Frenemies, Part One

2011-06-24T08:53:00.000-07:00

Spankos!

Here’s one of my favorite stories you’ve never read called Frenemies and it’s a twelve-parter. It will appear in my tenth book called Pushing Boundaries, out in…um…a while. So here’s a sneak peek at a future book!

I hope you’re all doing well. Hubby is flying off to Germany so I’m home alone this week. How am I starting this week off? With a party, of course! Girls Wine Walk. We’re starting at a neighbor’s house with wine and appetizers and then walking down here to my place for more wine and appetizers. Fun!

So I need to hurry, take him to the airport and then come back and clean my house. Wheee! Par-tay! Hopefully, it will help me feel less lonely. This will be the first week we’ve been away from each other since 1988. Yes, 1988. Scary, huh?

Have a great one, darlings!

Hugs to you all!

Michelle

Zoë sat on her back porch and watched Bryce as he laid in the sun and read on a chaise on the lawn below her. His awesome pecs gleamed in the sunlight. His ripped belly beckoned to her. His tight jeans left nothing to the imagination. The man was packing.

Too bad he was a jerk. And the bossiest man she’d ever encountered. So what if he was trying to keep her alive? He didn’t have to micromanage her every move.

“So can I go to the mall?”

His lips twitched with irritation, but he didn’t look up from the paper. “No. For the twentieth time.”

“Bryce, I have to get some new shoes.”

He finally set down the paper and turned to her, seeming exasperated. “I took you shopping last week and you bought five pairs. Besides, I told you, there have been more threats. Roland’s enemies still think you know where his hard drive is. And they’re willing to torture you to death to find out.”

“Will you stop with the lurid warnings?”

“No. Because they’re the truth. And you seem to keep forgetting that you almost got shot no more than a month ago. And almost kidnapped a week after that and your store was bombed. I don’t restrict your movements for the fun of it, Zoë. I do it because I’m trying to keep you alive.”

“And so you have someone to torment.”

He sighed and returned to his paper. “That’s just an added bonus.” He grinned, and then shot her a cute look.

Her heart beat faster, her body turned to jelly and a zing went through her sex. Immediately following, a spike of anger blazed her. She did not want to want the man. They’d been adversaries for years. Such irony to be thrown together with the guy. Who would have ever thought her enemy would become her bodyguard?

She knew the answer, only through Roland’s death. A twist of grief roiled through her belly. God, she missed him. This had been the longest year of her life.

But she still couldn’t figure out why Bryce was the one protecting her. Out of all of Roland’s associates, how did he get chosen as the point person? While he’d been Roland’s best friend, he’d never liked her. He’d made that clear in the beginning. He didn’t think she was good enough for Roland. Which had pissed her off. And had made Bryce her favorite target. Whenever he came to dinner, she teased him mercilessly. Accidentally spilled things on him. She loved watching his face go red with anger.

And unfortunately, she’d always been attracted to him. With his symmetrical features, quick wit and those delicious mahogany eyes and sinful mouth, during many dinners she’d find herself staring at him, wondering what he’d kiss like. Which always made her feel guilty as hell.

She cracked a peanut shell and popped the contents in her mouth. Why the hell had she fallen in love with a mercenary? Super poor planning. But she had no idea how she could have avoided it, not once she met Roland.

“So how long before I can go out again?”

He didn’t look up. “Soon.”

“That isn’t an answer.”

He pursed his lips and sighed. “Why don’t you read?”

“I’ve read all the books I’ve wanted to, I’ve watched enough TV to melt my brain and I’ve surfed the Internet until my eyes were crossed. I want to run my store is what I want to do but that was firebombed. I’m not used to sitting around.”

“So garden. You keep bitching about the weeds taking over.”

“I hate weeding.”

“I can’t help you.”

“Why can’t we take a walk?”

“Because the other guys aren’t free until tomorrow. I only have one other backup and that isn’t enough. I told you this. I brought you six new magazines this morning, look at those.”

“I don’t want to.”

“I’m ignoring you now.”

“Fine.” She picked up a magazine and thumbed through it, but it didn’t hold her attention. She cracked another peanut shell. Picking out a nut, she glanced over at Bryce. Perfect as always. Man always put himself together so well. Meticulous about his appearance.

An evil thought went through her head. She knew what would entertain her. She tossed the peanut at him and it bounced off his shoulder. She quickly returned to her magazine.

Out of the corner of her eye, she saw him look at her. She stifled a giggle.

She shelled another peanut. Aiming for his head, she threw it. She got him in the neck. She ditched behind her magazine. She could feel his fiery gaze. A chuckle escaped her lips.

She shelled another nut and perused his amazing body, wondering which part to hit.

Without looking up from his paper, he said, “Before you toss another one of those at me, ask yourself this: Do I want to be chased down and spanked by Bryce? If the answer is no, then knock it off.”

“Assuming you could catch me.”

He angled a dark glance at her. “Assume I can.” He returned to his paper.

She twisted her mouth and considered his warning. Bryce would spank her. Which would be fun but would be inviting sexual play and the tension between them was already high. She’d caught him staring at her boobs and butt in recent weeks. And it wasn’t a brotherly look. She’d always suspected the reason they fought so much was because he was as attracted to her as she was to him.

But she couldn’t think of anything more stupid than to fall in bed with Bryce. He was a dictator. A total control freak. They’d probably have stupendous fun in the sack, but out, they’d annihilate each other.

Zoë needed to forget that little idea. She picked up the magazine, but after a long minute, she realized that she hadn’t read a word of it. As if some evil demon possessed her, she lobbed a peanut at Bryce and nailed him in the side of the head. And immediately regretted it.

He slowly turned towards her, his dark gaze narrowed, his mouth set.

Adrenaline jolted her system, her heart jump-started and she leapt to her feet.

Without taking his eyes from hers, Bryce got up and a wicked grin came over his full lips. He looked like a hungry jungle cat.

© 2011, Michelle Carlyle

Princess Lisa, Conclusion

2011-06-17T07:53:00.000-07:00

Hello Out There!

Hey guys, hope all is well. Here’s the conclusion of Princess Lisa. Next week, we start a new story.

Have a great weekend,
Michelle

Sweaty, he collapsed on top of her and hugged her hard. “God, I love you, baby. I can’t get enough of you.”

“I love you, Jake. God, you’re so good. Oh, that was fun.”

He pulled away to grin down at her. “Yeah, you said it. Damn, you’re one hot number, little girl.”

He kissed her hard, she relished the feel of his strong tongue as he ravaged her mouth. He was so hot! With his long dark hair, goatee and devilish blue eyes, the man was a freakin’ centerfold.

He rolled off her. “I’m callin’ out for pizza. But tomorrow night, I expect dinner to be waiting for me when I get home. And no freakin’ frozen crap. I want a home-cooked meal. The kind you used to make before you got lazy.” He walked out of the room, then headed back. “Come to think of it, all this laziness of yours started when you started hangin’ out with Sophie. I’m not sure she’s a good influence on you. I like Henry, but Sophie’s got a princess complex. Just because she’s got Henry wrapped around her little finger, don’t expect me to be wrapped, you got that?” he said, jabbing a long finger her way.

Lisa snorted and rolled her eyes. “Honey, we’re two separate people. I don’t get influenced. And I’m not lazy. I’ve just gotten a bit distracted. But you got my focus back. Don’t worry. I’m back, I’ll do what needs to be done around here. And I’m sorry I let it go. Won’t happen again.”

He grinned. “Good. Good.” He turned and left the room.

She stuck out her tongue at his retreating back. A princess complex. No. Sophie just got treated better. There had to be someway to manipulate Jake into allowing her to hire a housekeeper. Wait a minute. Why did he have to know? She could have the house cleaned while he was running his shop. He never came home during the day. She was a genius! A genius!

The next day, in the early afternoon, Lisa sunned herself in the back yard on a chaise (with extra cushions for her very tender rear) letting her toenails dry while the cleaning lady finished up her house. Sipping on her tall ice tea, she giggled. This was so smart! She glanced at the list Jake had left for her. The housecleaner was taking care of everything but the dinner. And she’d outsmarted Jake on that, too. After the housecleaner left, she’d stop by Boston Market, take the food and slip it into her own cookware and voila! A home-cooked meal. Hee!

Earlier, she’d stopped by Sophie’s to pick up her purchases. She’d just gotten home when the housecleaner arrived. Once the maid left, she’d unload the bags, go get dinner and she’d still have two hours to watch Oprah and the news before Jake got home. She sighed. This was so easy, why hadn’t she thought of it before? The Secret Princess, she called herself. Damn, she was good. Serve him right for spanking her. The big, dumb jerk.

Lisa looked at her watch. Two. That darn housecleaner was taking forever. She’d better not miss Oprah. She got up, went into the house and found the maid mopping the kitchen floor. Good. The last thing on the list.

Lisa headed upstairs to her very clean bedroom. Everything looked great. She retrieved the bags from her closet and threw them on the bed. Upending each one, she spread the contents out and admired her purchases. Grabbing her favorite, the most darling print skirt, she held it up to herself and looked in the full-length mirror. Adorable.

“Very nice, baby. Where’d you get it?” came a deep voice from the doorway.

Screaming, she threw the skirt into the air and spun in place. Heart slamming her rib cage, her entire body shaking, she couldn’t believe what she saw. Jake stood in the doorway, leaning against the jamb, a steely look in his blue gaze.

She couldn’t speak. She could only stare.

“Mrs. Bonner?” came the housecleaner’s voice from downstairs. “I’m through with everything on the list and I’d like to be paid now.”

Jake didn’t move and neither did she. His eyes narrowed, he made a small movement with his head. “Go on and pay her. Then get right back here. We clearly have some issues that need to be resolved.”

Lisa had no memory of the trip downstairs, paying the woman or returning to the bedroom. It was all a fog. But she snapped out of her daze when she saw what Jake held in his hands: a large, wooden paddle. Where the hell had that come from?

“Naked now and bend over that bed. Not one word,” he warned.

Shaking, dizzy, she somehow stripped and bent over the bed. She could barely comprehend the trouble she was in.

Harrowing pain incinerated her poor ass. The flat of that horrible wooden paddle exceeded the strength of his hand by about twenty fold. He smacked her taut rear and the back of her legs so hard, each hit pushed her forward. Every muscle tensed, her stomach twisted, she instantly got nauseous. Wow, she’d never felt the likes of it before. Unbelievable force, outrageous pain.

“Seems as if someone didn’t get the message last night.”

A searing series of awesome strikes annihilated her poor buns. Felt like he’d thrown gasoline on her ass and lit it with a blowtorch.

“Good thing I bought this paddle, my hand couldn’t take what I’m about to dole out on this disobedient little ass of yours. Now who’s the boss?” he demanded, strafing her ass with a punishing round of solid hits to her sit spots.

She screamed so loud, she shook the windows, her fingers dug deep into the mattress.

“You’re the boss!”

“Good. Now let’s start all over again, okay?” he said, firing into her behind with gusto. “Who’s the boss?”

After a horrifying session with the paddle and three more just like it in subsequent days, the Bonner household was clean and there were home cooked meals on the dinner table once more.

But Princess Lisa still clung to her crown. Someday, she promised herself, she’d rule her land…

©2011, Michelle Carlyle

Princess Lisa, Part Three

2011-06-10T09:52:00.000-07:00

Hey Spanky People!!!!

How are you lovely folks? Wish I could say I had a great week, but wow, that extraction was a bit more intense than I thought it would be. Thankfully, the doc dosed me with a shot of Valium, but the recovery has been a bitch. I haven’t been able to talk much and for me, this is a fate worse than death. And I have to say, TV is soooooo boring. I don’t know how people watch it all day long. Of course, I’m partial to crime shows and I watched twelve hours straight one day and was so paranoid I couldn’t sleep. Locked all the doors, then checked them and jumped at every noise. Worse part is I’ve been in pain all week, so spanking is not appealing. Nor sex. Boo-hoo!

Oh, well, I’m still blessed and very grateful we have the savings to pay for the work I needed to have done. And I’m healing well. Yesterday was my first normal day. Yay! So I’m on the mend and everything will be peachy. In six months. Actually, no, seven months I will be done with all this. Next I get the implant. Wheeee!

Enough of Michelle’s Tooth Report, let’s get to the sex. Since I can’t have it right now, I will fantasize that I am Lisa. Whoo-hoo!

I hope you all have fantastic weekends full of sex, fun and joy.

Love to all my spanko friends!

Michelle

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

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

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

“No!” she cried.

“Oh, yes. And if you don’t cooperate, I’m gonna spank you again.”

He licked her nipples in turn and caressed her breasts. His touch felt divine. She arched her back, inviting more of his attention.

“God, you have beautiful tits, baby. Man, you’re making me hard.”

“Make love to me, Jake, please.”

“Not yet, bad girl. You are being punished. No treat for you until I say. Not you. Me. I’m in charge.”

“Yes, Jake.”

“Spread ‘em wide, baby. All the way and hook your feet on the legs of the chair. Wider. Oh, yeah. Mmmm.”

He tickled her opening with his tongue, making her giggle.

He stood up. “Okay, this ain’t workin’. I need more access. Get up.”

She obeyed instantly.

“Into the kitchen.”

She turned and walked into the kitchen, him close on her heels.

“Your ass looks great. Man, you ain’t gonna be sitting comfortably for awhile. Don’t do anything to piss me off. I swat you now, it’s gonna hurt.”

“Yes, Jake.”

“Good, girl. Gettin’ the hang of this again. That’s good. Now hop up…wait. Wait here.”

He walked outside into their patio and returned with a chaise lounge pad. He threw it up on the kitchen island.

He nodded. “Hop up there, facing me.”

She climbed up on the island and lay down.

“Scooch down, bend your knees.”

She did so and he pushed her knees apart so they almost fell flush with the chair pad.

Now she was even more exposed than before.

“Now ain’t that pretty,” he said, eyeing her sex like it was a delicious dessert.

Giving her an evil grin, he stuck out his tongue and slowly lowered it to her clit. When he made contact, her vision went wonky. She gripped the cushion in both hands and made a little shriek. She breathed in fast, trying to stave off the climax.

He slowly licked his way up; she beat her fist on the mattress.

“No, no, no,” she cried.

He stopped. “Yes, yes, yes.”

He spun the tip of his tongue around her folds, then beat a fast rhythm on her engorged clit. She screamed, her sex spasmed, she blasted into a hellacious orgasm. She grabbed his head and pinned it to her crotch, losing herself in the amazing climax.

God bless him, he stayed with her, delivering exactly what she needed. She cried and bellowed, the orgasm shattering her in a way it never had before. So intense!

Finally, she came down and released him.

He started laughing. “Wow, baby. That was cool. You’re lucky you’re entertaining, because I should not have let you do that. But… damn, baby. You’re hot. But you’re still gonna pay for that.”

He picked her up off the counter and set her on the floor. He took her by the hand and led her into the family room. He sat down on the leather couch and took her across his knee.

Her euphoria turned to fear. How hard would he hit her? No! She couldn’t take it.

Swat! “Ow!” Thankfully, he didn’t hit her nearly as hard as before.

Was he going to go easy on her?

Whack! He spanked her another one, a bit stronger. She flinched from the pain. Considering her ass hurt to the touch, this was still painful. But he wasn’t using the same force.

He spanked her harder and faster, building up to a fairly uncomfortable rhythm. One cheek then the other, then the horrible staccato on the sit spots. She bit her fist, the tears started.

He stopped. She sobbed quietly. He ran a hand over her flaming skin.

“Are you starting to get it, baby?”

“Yes, Jake. Completely.”

“I’m in charge, right?”

“Right.”

“I tell you to clean the house, you clean the house.”

“Yes, Jake.”

“Because you’ve been a good girl, I’m not gonna spank you anymore tonight. But you have to understand, you disobey me, you don’t do what’s on the list and you will pay for it. Right?”

“Right.”

He rubbed her buns, easing some of the pain out of them. Then he dipped a hand between her legs and toyed with her clit. She yelped and ground her hips against his hand. He chuckled deep in his throat.

He brought her up off his lap and laid her back on the large sofa. Standing, he took no time in stripping.

She opened her legs to him and he practically dove inside her. Seemed like she wasn’t the only one who he’d tortured. She’d never felt his cock stiffer.

As soon as he hit her g-spot, white light streaked her vision. She cried out, spreading her legs further apart. Grabbing his firm, hard ass, she pulled him further into her. Throwing back her head, she cried out as he plunged inside her, slamming her special spot hard.

“Yeah, baby, you’re so hot. Baby is so hot,” he rasped as he plowed into her.

She gripped his broad, strong shoulders and arched to take more of him inside. Growling, he thrust even more deeply inside her. Hot tendrils of sensation built inside her, her nipples buzzed, her feet tingled, she cried out with pure joy at the feel of her man’s hard tool inside her.

Kissing her fiercely, he drove his tongue inside her mouth as his cock drove inside her willing sex. Her clit spasmed, an orgasm ripped through her, she screamed into his mouth, her entire body shuddering.

His pace grew more frantic, his body jerked, he let out a guttural cry as he came inside her. Together they yelled, she pressed her hips up to meet his last thrusts, riding the wave of incredible rapture.

Sweaty, he collapsed on top of her and hugged her hard. “God, I love you, baby. I can’t get enough of you.”

©2011, Michelle Carlyle

Princess Lisa, Part Two

2011-06-03T07:41:00.001-07:00

Hey Guys!

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

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

Hugs to all,
Michelle

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

“I will, I will!”

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

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

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

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

“Stay still!” he ordered.

“I’m trying!” she wailed.

Swat! “Try harder!”

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

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

“Right!”

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

“Yeah! I will! I promise!”

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

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

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

“No sir.”

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

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

“Yes, Jake.”

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

“No, Jake.”

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

“I’m sorry, Jake.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Yes, Jake.”

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

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

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

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

“Stay still!”

She forced herself to stop moving.

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

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

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

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

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

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

“No!” she cried.

©2011, Michelle Carlyle

Princess Lisa, Part One

2011-05-26T08:53:00.000-07:00

Hey Spanky Friends!

Here's a new one for ya. Wait. It's Thursday, not Friday. Wow. Am I tired. I just realized that it's not Friday. Wow. Freaky. I have been fighting something off this week and have been sleeping a lot. Apparently, I didn't sleep enough.

Oh, well. Since I have this all ready, I might as well post.

Damn, what a dork. Hope this finds you all well and happy!

Michelle

Bent over, her hands on the high-backed wooden chair, her ass high in the air, Lisa waited. Her heart pounded, sweat trickled down her neck. The heater came on, warm air rushed over her bare breasts, her hips, her sex.

Jake paced behind her, his boots echoing off the hardwood floors. “So let me get this straight. You didn’t clean the kitchen, nor cook dinner, nor shop today because you didn’t think I was coming home.”

“No. I was going to do it all. My car broke down and it took all day to get it fixed. By the time I got home, it was too late and you were here and were already angry.”

“Where’s the bill from the auto shop?”

“They’re sending it.”

“So, if I went out to the car and checked the trunk, there wouldn’t be a bunch of bags from the mall there.”

Inwardly, she choked, picturing the bounty of amazing goodies she’d purchased that afternoon. She kept her tone strong. “Nope. I told you, I went and got some mascara, only mascara at Macy’s. Then I went out and the car was dead. I got a jump, then the car died on Maple.”

“And you took the long way home because…?”

“There was an accident and I wanted to avoid it.”

“You know, if all kinds of strange things hadn’t been preventing you from doing what I ask you to do around here, I probably wouldn’t have you bent over this chair right now. This is the third weird occurrence this week that’s stopped you from getting your chores done. Do I ask too much of you?”

“No, Jake.”

“When you got laid off, I was cool with it, wasn’t I?”

“Yes, Jake.”

“I gave you six months to find a job. I get the economy’s bad, I get why you haven’t found one yet. And I know I make enough money at the shop. But your contributions to the household have been bad at best for the past two months. Every time you promise me you’re going to do something, somehow something happens. The house isn’t clean, there’s no food in the fridge, but the TV is always warm when I get home.”

A hard spank to her right bun, she yelped and jumped. The sting echoed through her body, making her legs shake a bit.

“Hands on the chair!” he ordered.

She obeyed quickly. Damn it. She’d finally blown it. She knew she’d been pushing it. But that sale had been so much fun. She and Sophie had gone to town. Thankfully, Sophie was hiding her purchases for her. She’d sneak them in tomorrow when Jake was at work.

Stupid Jake. This was all his fault. If he’d let her keep their housekeeper after she’d lost her job, the house would be clean. And what was wrong with watching TV? It was why it was there, for God’s sake. And also why the mall was there, to go shopping. Thankfully, she handled the family finances. Jake had no idea how much she’d spent lately. She knew it wasn’t right, but damn it, compared to Sophie, Lisa lived the life of a slave girl.

Sophie got everything she wanted. Henry didn’t make her work. Sophie had a housekeeper, a gardener and a personal trainer. Henry treated her like a princess. Lisa wanted to be a princess, too. She knew they didn’t make the money Henry did, but they weren’t that poor. Even without her income, they could afford a housekeeper, but Jake was a hardass. While she loved him insanely, he expected too much out of her. He liked his work so he thought working was great. He thought everyone should be working as hard as he did. But she hated her job. She’d never found a day job she liked. Watching TV, talking on the phone and shopping was so much more fun. He just didn’t understand her.

If only she hadn’t agreed to this Domestic Discipline thing. It had been exciting in the beginning and truthfully, Jake had helped her lose weight. But now? All she wanted to do was hang out and shop with her friends. But the man was practically psychic and always seemed to catch her breaking his rules. She just needed to get better at the game. She’d tell Jake whatever he wanted to hear and then she’d do a bit of housecleaning tomorrow to put him off. Anything to stop him from punishing her. She hadn’t been spanked in so long, she’d forgot all about their agreement. Until this little reminder.

She wished he’d get this over with fast. Survivor was on and she didn’t want to miss it.

“So here’s the deal. I’m gonna leave you a list from now on. If you don’t get everything done, I’m spanking you. Hard. Not a few, either. For everything you don’t get done, you get twenty-five.”

“Twenty-five!”

Excruciating pain seared her ass, Jake laid into her with everything he had. She screamed, shocked and surprised at the force with which he delivered his swats. Again and again, he spanked her taut, bare buns. One cheek than the other, he walloped her. He spanked the sides of her butt, then zeroed in on her sit spots and wouldn’t stop. What was wrong with him? What had gotten into him? This hurt!

“Jake! Stop!”

“You (swat) don’t tell me (swat, swat, swat) stop!” he thundered, aiming each swat on her poor burning sit spots.

She danced from foot to foot.

“Feet on the floor!” he demanded.

She obeyed, but it wasn’t easy. The man wouldn’t stop spanking her! He struck each cheek in turn, then performed a crescendo on her most sensitive spots. Again. Blazing it. She howled. Tears streamed down her face to drip on the hard flat wooden seat.

After a machine gun report of severe spanks all over her ass, he stopped. The pain reverberated through her rear and legs. She shook all over, sweat poured from her body, she wracked with sobs.

“You will obey me, woman! No more of this crap! You hear me?”

“Yes, Jake,” she cried, her voice cracking.

“God, you piss me off. I expect respect in this household. You do what I say!” Spank! “When I say!” Thwack!

“Yes, Jake! Yes! I’m sorry!”

“You sure as hell better be! I’m the boss around here, not you!” Swat, spank, whack! “Say it, say, ‘you’re the boss, Jake’!”

“You’re the boss, Jake!” she quickly said.

He rubbed a hand over the burning flesh of a bun. Please let it be over!

But unfortunately, the agony of her buns began to melt into naughty feelings throughout her sex. She loved being displayed like this for him. Loved his power over her. Her sex swelled with want. She hoped he made love to her. How could he resist?

©2011, Michelle Carlyle

Peeping Teri, Conclusion

2011-05-20T09:30:00.001-07:00

Hey Spankos!

How are you guys? I’m doing great. Tired, still a bit hungover, but great. Reno rocked! I got to stay in a suite that looked like a Bond villain’s suite. Huge, two walls of windows on a high floor with a Jacuzzi tub. I’d fill the tub, turn off all the lights and watch the city lights of Reno and the moon rise through the big windows. Many baths along with tons of hours spent gambling. God, I love slot machines! I came out with less than I went up with but won a bunch of money that helped keep me gambling the whole time. Only problem with Reno? No husband to fuck and I must have smoked sixteen cartons of secondhand smoke. Casinos are notoriously hostile environments. Loud 80s music, blinking lights, machines screaming for you and enough cigarette smoke to create a constant fog. Gak. But I had lots of fun. Snow on the way up, snow on the way back, but we managed to avoid chains. Couldn’t believe it was snowing in mid May. Neither could anyone in Reno. Still, overall a spectacular trip and much needed. I’m feeling more myself.

So here’s the conclusion of Peeping Teri, next week a new story!

Hugs to all you great people!

Michelle

Rafe’s doorbell rang. If Teri had busted his windows and lied to him, she’d pay a price for that. Over his lap. Her pants around her ankles, that fine ass of hers spanked into a nice shade of beet red.

His cock stirred. God, he loved spanking deserving little girls. Then making love to them. Teri would be particularly fun. Bent over his bed, her red ass in the air, a contrite look on her face that would turn quickly to tortured pleasure.

Watch it, McKellan, your hard-on will give you away.

He opened the door and took in a quick breath of air at the sight of her luscious breasts pressed firmly against her white tank top. Her red mouth parted slightly, her sparkling brown gaze, that cute turned up nose. Man, he wanted her. She sent him a quick smile, then averted her gaze and bit her lip.

She looked guilty as hell. So she was the culprit. It was all over her face. Well, he could help her with her conscience. But first, he had to get her to confess.

“Come on in.”

She hesitantly followed. “Wow, nice place, um, Rafe.”

“Thanks. Always been into making my house nice.”

“Love your antiques. Wow, what you’ve done to this place. Really nice work.”

“Glad you like it. Follow me and let’s go look at the fence.”

She followed him outside and up to the scene of the crime. She inspected the fence and the branch, then turned to him. He caught her scent. A mixture of lilac and spring air. He mentally slapped himself. Had to get something out of the way before he kissed her.

She nodded at the fence. “So, yeah, I can fix this. Pretty easily. Got a chainsaw, got all the tools. Should be a snap.”

“Not fair you having to fix a problem caused by a misbehaving teenager. Wonder what he was doing up there?”

She quickly turned back to the damaged fence. “Oh, you know kids…”

He took the necklace out of his pocket. “Oh, check this out.”

She turned to him, he handed her the necklace. She took it, her eyes went wide with surprise. “My necklace! I didn’t even know I’d lost it. Where’d you find it?”

“Found it in this hedge.” He crossed his arms and sent her a disapproving stare.

All the color left her face. “Um… wow. That… um. Teenager must have stolen it and climbed the tree to get away from me and fell and then crashed through your—”

“Teri,” he drawled. “Do you have something to confess to me? Because I really don’t like liars.”

“I didn’t do it!” she shrieked, taking a step back. “The cat! He did it!”

He stifled a laugh, but forced a stern look on his face. “Teri. Tell me the truth. What the hell were you doing in that tree?”

“I wasn’t! I… I…” All at once, her shoulders drooped, her face reddened, she looked like she was about to cry. “God! I can’t deal with this!”

She went to move past him, he blocked her way. “Tell me the truth.”

“I can’t! You’ll think I’m a bigger idiot than you already do! Oh, God, I just practically confessed! This is terrible! I didn’t do it! Oh, hell, you already know I did. You freakin’ caught me and now you’re gonna think I’m an idiot and you won’t like me and I just can’t stand making an ass out of myself in front of the most beautiful man I’ve ever seen in my life—oh, God!” she said, waving her arms around dramatically.

“I just told you you were beautiful and that I have this massive crush on you! Oh, God! I just confessed to having a crush on you! I wasn’t spying on you, not really! Oh, God, I just confessed to spying on you!”

She was the most adorable creature he’d ever met in his life. But she was one adorable creature that needed a lesson.

“I see. I have a solution to our problem here.”

“Yes, call the police! Put me away! I’ll move! You’ll never have to see me again!”

“I think I can handle this all on my own. Come with me,” he said taking hold of her wrist. He pulled her inside.

“You’re gonna call the cops, you’re gonna have me arrested, aren’t you? Oh, God, the publisher will stop my contract! I’ll be destitute!”

“No,” he said, dragging her into his living room. He sat down on the couch and yanked her down across his lap.

“Wait, what are you doing?”

“I’m sentencing you to a good old fashioned spanking for breaking my windows and lying to me, that’s what I’m doing.”

“You can’t spank me!”

“The hell I can’t.”

He pinned her flailing limbs, tugged the back of her jeans down to her ankles, taking her panties with them. He took in a short breath at the sight of her amazing, wiggling alabaster rear and long, beautiful legs. Gorgeous.

“But I’m an adult!” she cried, kicking her legs.

“You sure as hell aren’t acting like one! Now, lady, you don’t ever lie to me again!”

He reached back and let the weight of his arm power his swing. Whack! She jumped and yelped, a red mark in the shape of his large hand appeared on her white flesh. His hand nearly covered her entire ass. And boy, wasn’t that pretty?

“Ow! Rafe! Stop, I’m sorry!”

“I don’t think so. But you will be by the time I get through with you, brat.”

Rafe let himself go. The feel of her warm, soft body across his lap, the sight of her perfect rear, those wonderful round globes jiggling with every slap, gave him a raging hard-on. He hoped she’d couldn’t feel it, but his reaction wasn’t going to stop him. This was too much fun. He spanked and swatted her, fully enjoying her cries of pain, her repentant sobs.

Again and again, he smacked her gorgeous behind, watching it go from a nice pink to a deep red. He spanked the top of her ass and the very bottom, concentrating a good long time on her very sensitive sit spots. She yowled and protested and apologized profusely, but he made sure to be thorough. He wanted to make sure she knew never to cross him. If they were to have a future together, she needed to understand his limits.

Finally, she stopped fighting and collapsed against his lap, whimpering miserably. He finished up with a nice round of solid spanks to her entire behind, including the backs of her gorgeous thighs.

He stopped and rubbed her flaming cheeks. Felt marvelous to his touch. His thoughts traveled to that inviting place between her thighs.

“Now before I let you up, I want all of it. Everything you did to me. Spill.”

“I’m sorry,” she wailed.

“I know that. I want information.”

“O-okay,” she sobbed. Sniffing, she said, “I was spying on you. I’m a terrible person. I’m going to hell. God is sending me to hell. Well, if I believed in God, he would. He’d send me there.”

He chuckled deep in his throat. “You’re not going to hell. Why were you spying on me?”

“Because you’re so beautiful, I couldn’t help myself. I’ve never done anything like this before, but you’re so hot and I haven’t dated in so long and I’m home alone all the time and then you move in and you’re so gorgeous I just wanted to stare at you all the time.”

He loved this. Loved it. “So how did you break the branch?”

“I climbed up there to get a look at you in your kitchen and I couldn’t see your table so I scooched out and the next thing I knew the branch broke and I was in your hedges.”

“So why didn’t you just come clean then? You were stuck in that hedge when I went out there, weren’t you?”

Sniff. “Yeah.”

“Well, honey, why didn’t you just say something?”

“I was too embarrassed.”

“So you broke my windows.”

“I’m so sorry about that! I felt terrible! I ran around the back of your house and stepped through them before I could stop myself. I’m horrible. You hate me, don’t you?”

“Uh, no. So is that it? You just liked looking at me? That’s why you were spying on me?”

“Yeah, you cook shirtless a lot and I couldn’t help myself… I’m sorry. You think I’m a creep, don’t you? You hate me, don’t you?”

“No, I don’t. So that’s all? Anything else you want to confess to me?”

“No…that’s it. Oh, the telescope! It was pointed into your… I’m so terrible!”

He swatted her a few more good ones.

“Ow! Rafe, I’m so sorry!”

Chuckling, he pulled up her pants, turned her over on his lap and smiled down at her. Tears dripped off her long lashes, her face was red with contrition. Her luscious full lips beckoned to him.

Dropping his gaze to her mouth, he leaned down and kissed her. His brain went offline. His cock raged in his pants. No woman had ever tasted so sweet, felt so good in his arms. She opened her mouth more widely and made little animal noises in the back of her throat, twisting her sensual tongue around his. Wow, what a great kisser she was! What a hot babe! He wanted her in his arms and bed forever.

She snaked her arms around his neck and pulled him closer. He wrapped his long arms around her and held her close. When he pulled away, she yanked him back and kissed him hard. She caressed his shoulders and stroked his chest. He got dizzy with desire and could only think of being inside her.

He pulled away. “I want to make love to you. I want to see you. But only you, I’m not into sharing.”

She burst into tears.

He got alarmed. “What? Are you married? You don’t want to?”

“No! You’re making me happier than I ever have been! I want you, too, Rafe! So badly, you have no idea.”

He grinned down at her. “Oh, I got an inkling. Only from now on, you want to look at me? Just lift up the covers. Don’t be climbing that tree again or you’ll find yourself over my knee.”

“Oh, Rafe!” She threw her arms around him and kissed him.

Peeping Teri, Parts Two and Three

2011-05-13T09:55:00.000-07:00

Hey Spankos!

I am so excited! My new book is selling well, and I'm going to go celebrate in Reno! Gambling! Drinking! Dancing! Mayhem! My favorite cousin and I are driving up there, just us girls, and we're going to have a fabulous time! Hubby hates gambling, doesn't drink much and I am tired of trying to entertain him in places he doesn't want to be. We finally decided a couple years ago that he shouldn't go to Reno anymore. I went alone a couple times, but that wasn't as much fun. Now my cousin is totally on board and we have a blast together! I got myself a room with a Jacuzzi tub and I can't wait!

Whooo-hooo! Vacation!!!!

Hope you all have a spectacular week! Here's a double portion of story today, just for you!

hugs,
Michelle

The phone rang. Teri wrapped a towel around herself and went to answer it.

“Hello?”

“Uh, hi. Is this Teresa Bond?”

She didn’t recognize the voice. “Yes.”

“Hi, this is your neighbor, Rafe McKellan.”

She broke into a coughing fit and nearly dropped the phone. After much effort, she calmed herself. “Uh… sorry. Yes, this is Teresa, but you can call me Teri.”

“Teri then. Did you hear that crash?”

“What crash?”

“Look in your backyard. A limb came off your oak and smashed part of the fence and landed in my yard.”

She quickly whipped up some alarm. “Oh, my God,” she exclaimed. “Was anyone hurt?”

“No, no. Well, maybe. I think someone was climbing in your tree, fell into my yard and then ran out my side yard. Because my antique windows are busted, looks like someone ran right over them, trying to get out of my yard. You got any teenagers over there?”

“No,” she said, her voice cracking. She cleared her throat. “No,” she replied in a strong tone. “I’m single, have no teenagers.” Quick, lie! “But there is a kid who lives around here that likes to climb trees. Maybe it was him.”

“Who is he?”

“Billy Goody, lives down the block, but he’s in school. Man, I hope there wasn’t a burglar or something around. Did you call the police?” Please don’t have!

“No, no. Cops won’t care about a few broken windows. Think I spooked the kid when I ran outside after he fell. Must have been hiding there when I checked the damage. Then when I went over to your place, he must have taken off, ran through my side yard and crashed through my windows before he could stop himself. Bummed about those windows. Cost me a bundle and now they’re worthless.”

“That’s terrible. And all this happened when I was taking a shower?”

“Guess so. Sorry I went through your yard without permission, I just wanted to make sure no one was hurt.”

“No problem. Thanks so much for making sure I was all right. That’s very thoughtful of you.”

“Well, I’m glad you don’t think I’m some Peeping Tom in your yard…”

There was a weird note to his voice. Or was it the guilty voices screaming in her head?

She laughed nervously. “No, no, wouldn’t think that about you. You’re a good guy. I mean, from what I hear. I mean, you seem like a nice guy. I mean, what I’ve seen of you. Even though, technically we’ve never met.” She was such an idiot!

“Have to remedy that. And right now. Could you meet me out in the back so we can evaluate the damage? You should call your insurance company.”

“Oh, I will. Actually, I can fix that, if it’s not too bad.”

“You a carpenter?” He sounded surprised.

“Added two rooms onto this place by myself.”

“Good for you. Come on out and we’ll check it out and see.”

“Okay. Give me ten.”

“See ya in ten.”

Her heart beat so hard, she thought she’d keel over. She was going to meet him! In person and everything! She practically danced to her room. What should she wear? Something feminine and pretty. She chose a white tank top which would show off her pumped arms and a plain pair of jeans. The tight ones. Didn’t want to appear like she’d gone out of her way to look good. She needed to look casually hot. Heh-heh-heh.

But when she turned to face the mirror with the outfit on, she gasped. Her face looked like she’d had a fight with her cat and lost.

Hey! Perfect excuse! Her cat had attacked her!

Of course, anyone who met Theodore—and Rafe had—wouldn’t believe it. She’d tried to pill him, that was it. Yes. She’d tried to stuff a pill down his throat and he’d fought her. It would have to work!

“Hello,” she called out over the fence. Suddenly, she was staring into Mr. Beautiful’s stunning blue gaze. He must be standing on a ladder.

He sent her a blinding white smile that made her heart stop. “Hey there, what happened to you?”

She couldn’t respond, he was too amazing-looking.

His smile faded into a frown. “Are you okay? You’re lookin’ at me like I’m a ghost. I’m real,” he said, flashing that white-toothed smile at her once more.

She shook her head quickly. “Sorry. I just… No. I’m fine.”

“What happened to your face? You’re bleeding.”

“Lost a fight with my cat. He doesn’t like being pilled.”

“Holy Cow, I guess not. Jeez. You should get a new cat. Wait, is that him?”

Theodore stood docilely at her feet.

She gave a quick nod. “Don’t mistake that innocent look. He’s a menace.”

“You don’t say.”

She cleared her throat and straightened her shoulders. Forcing herself to stop staring at the gorgeous god, she turned her attention to the broken fence. She walked up and gave it a close examination. “So, this looks fixable. Chainsaw off the branch, buy a couple new boards. I’ll take care of it.” She glanced up at him, then had to avert her gaze. He was too much. Too cute, too handsome and she could smell his marvelous cologne from where she stood. Her knees threatened to give way. “I’ll… uh… need permission to come onto your property.”

“Sure, sure. Why not now? I mean, you ought to see what the damage is on this side.”

She looked up at him, he was checking out her breasts. Score! Looked like he was working hard to maintain eye contact. Perfect! The tank top worked!

“I hope it’s not worse than over here,” she said.

“No. No. Branch mainly fell into a hedge here. But I figured you might want to check this side.”

Her pulse pounded in her ears. “Yeah. Sure, that’d be good. Um, shall I come to your front door, then?” Then ravage you in your bedroom?

“Yeah. Wow, those scratches are deep. Kinda wide, too. Your cat did that?”

“Uh… yeah. Cat. Forgot to use the kitchen mitts, you know, oven mitts, those usually protect me…” So lame! “I’ll meet you at your front door.”

“Good.”

Rafe watched Teri walk back into her house. Nice ass. Nice legs. Nice everything. He’d noticed her the first day he moved in. He’d wanted her from the moment he’d laid eyes on her. She’d been cleaning off her roof. What a body! He wondered if she was seeing someone. Cute little thing. Sultry mouth, dark eyes, short dark hair, long lashes, around his age, mid-thirties. Hadn’t seen any men hanging around her place. He knew she was a mystery writer, he’d been a big fan of hers since her first book came out. He hadn’t wanted to mention that, didn’t want to make her uncomfortable. And while the picture on the jacket cover of her book was hot, it didn’t do the woman justice. She was beautiful.

He was so happy that stupid branch had given him a reason to talk to her. And now she was coming to his house. He’d offer her a glass of wine, loosen her up and see if he could find out if she was dating.

There was only one thing bothering him. That story of hers about the cat made no sense. How did the cat scratch her back? And the scratches didn’t look like a cat made them. At all. And they were so fresh. But why would she lie to him?

The answer smacked him square between the eyes. The broken branch. Somehow she was responsible. But why wouldn’t she come clean about it? So she’d been fooling around in the tree and a branch broke? Why would she lie about that? Why would she freak out and run out through his yard, busting his windows in the process? Why would she want to cover that up?

No, had to be a teenager, she seemed too mature for that kind of crap.

He walked over to the hedge where the branch had fallen. Pushing through the brush, he saw something yellow. Reaching in, he grabbed it. A piece of cloth with a bit of fresh blood on it. Didn’t look like it came from a boy’s shirt. As he was pulling away, a glint of metal caught his eye. Peering deep into the hedge, he saw what looked like a necklace of some sort. He pushed in and grabbed it. A gold heart necklace engraved with a T.

What the hell? If this wasn’t the most incriminating evidence, he didn’t know what was. His blood boiled. She broke his damned windows, then stood there with that innocent look on her face and lied about her cat attacking her. Why would she do that?

He didn’t know, but he was going to find out. His doorbell rang. If she’d busted his windows and lied to him, she’d pay a price for that. Over his lap. Her pants around her ankles, that fine ass of hers spanked into a nice shade of beet red.

Peeping Teri, Part One

2011-05-06T07:30:00.000-07:00

Hey Spankos!

Okay, so everyone apparently has read Fast Ticket To A Spanking. So I’m skipping posting the rest of it and I’m starting a new story, which I hope you have not seen.

I hope this finds you all well and happy.

Michelle

Teri leaned out a bit out on the branch, angling for a better view of Rafe’s kitchen. The thick tree limb bit into the backs of her thighs, her hands were scraped up from climbing the large oak, but she didn’t care. One look at her new next-door neighbor was worth any amount of pain.

Theodore meowed pitifully below her. Stupid cat. He was supposed to be her excuse. If anyone caught her, she’d say she was trying to rescue her cat. Every time she’d climbed the tree in recent years to trim the branches, the cat had followed. Now when she really needed him, he circled underneath, crying for her. Idiot.

She could just see Rafe’s stove, but not his kitchen table. She scooted further along the branch. Fridge came into view. The oak branch bowed some, but she knew they were super sturdy. Took a lot to break an oak limb.

She inched a bit closer and just caught sight of Rafe’s wooden kitchen table. Killer!

A sound rang out like a firecracker and suddenly, she was falling through the air. The next thing she knew she was eating shrubbery.

She’d fallen into a hedge in Rafe’s yard! Oh, God, no! Adrenalin pumped into her system, her heart thumped painfully in her chest. She was surrounded by sticky, itchy brush, caught in the middle of giant patch of boxwood. Pain seared the skin on her back, felt like something sharp dug into her. She moved and tried to extricate herself, but she was stuck about a foot above ground. She couldn’t get any leverage.

She couldn’t see outside the hedge. She must be three or four feet from the edge. Christ! How would she get out of this without Rafe finding her?

“Wow! What the hell?” came a deep voice from right near her.

She stopped moving and stopped breathing.

Please God, don’t let him find me here!

“That’s a big branch, damn. Wonder why it fell? Hey!” he called out.

She jumped.

“A branch just fell. Anyone get hurt over there?”

Teri didn’t move.

“Damn, smashed part of the fence. Better go over and see if someone’s home.” The sound of footfalls faded off, a door opened and closed.

With a renewed sense of urgency, Teri flailed with all her might for the edge of the brush. Didn’t matter how much it all hurt—the limbs scraping against her bare skin and face— she had to get out of there.

With great effort, she finally managed to crawl out of the bushes. She scrambled to her feet and tried to figure out what to do.

A gruff voice rang out from her yard. “Hello? Anyone here? Sorry to trespass, but I wanted to make sure everyone was okay over here. Oh, hi, Kitty. Good kitty. Where’s your mistress? Her car’s here. Maybe she’s in the shower or something, she didn’t answer the door. Oh, well.”

Rafe was in her yard! The hunk of the block was actually touching her soil! She’d never mow her lawn again.

“Wow, that’s quite a telescope… But why is it pointed at my house?”

She froze, all the breath left her lungs. She had her damn telescope set up on the second story balcony pointed right into his bedroom. She was going to die. Right then. God would strike her dead, punish her for her transgressions.

“Oh, well, whatever.” She heard him walk away.

Holy Christ! He was coming back! Where would she go? Where would she hide? Quick!

She raced around the back of his house. She tore around the corner and into his side yard. But before she could stop herself she crashed through three windows lying on the ground on newspaper, shattering the glass.

Thank God, she had on her work boots, so she’s hadn’t gotten cut, but she’d destroyed the windows. Why the hell were they just sitting there? A can of paint sat nearby. Oh. He’d repainted them. She stepped out of the third one and finally noticed their design. Oh, God, she’d just smashed his antique windows! She’d overheard him talking about them. Cost a small fortune at an auction. Irreplaceable with original glass from the late 1800’s. Jesus, no!

His front door closed. She opened the gate and slipped out into his driveway. No sign of him. Moving low, she dashed for her house. Just as she reached her front door, she heard a loud cursing from his yard.

“They smashed my windows! Goddamn it! Someone’s gonna pay for this!”

She nearly fainted. Clutching her chest, she dove inside her house, slammed the door and collapsed against it. She was such an idiot!

Rafe was such a nice guy, he didn’t deserve this. She’d attacked her Number One Crush. How could she forgive herself? This was terrible!

Catching her breath, she caught her reflection in the front hallway mirror. She gasped. Blood streaked her face, her clothes were torn, a shoulder completely exposed. Holy Hell! She wouldn’t be able to leave her house for a week!

Teri pushed away from the door and stumbled into her bathroom. Tearing off her clothes, she threw them in the garbage and tucked her boots under the sink. She turned on the shower, hopped in and squealed loudly from the pain of the water hitting her many cuts.

She scrubbed herself with soap, a bit alarmed at the reddened water as it swirled below her. How hurt was she?

When she got out of the shower, she evaluated the damage. Three prominent scratches on her face and neck; innumerable cuts all over. Especially her back. A huge deep cut from the end of a branch was particularly ugly and painful. She tended to her wounds, crying out from the disinfectant. Thankfully, her injuries were minor. But what a bona fide IDIOT!!

The phone rang. She wrapped a towel around herself and went to answer it.

“Hello?”

“Uh, hi. Is this Teresa Bond?”

She didn’t recognize the voice. “Yes.”

“Hi, this is your neighbor, Rafe McKellan.”

©2011, Michelle Carlyle

Fast Ticket To A Spanking, Part One

2011-04-29T07:32:00.000-07:00

Hey Spankos!!!

Michelle is…oh, hell, I’m always tired. But I’m REALLY tired now. Put all the finishing touches on my latest vanilla novel and it should be available for sale tomorrow. Although, everything takes longer than it’s supposed to. And I’m bloody tired. I had to go through a 500 page document…how many freakin’ times? My eyes are crossed. And I need sex. Hubby has been sick and we’ve both been working on this giant document/book of mine. Instead of fucking. HUGE oversight.

I thought about doing some cross-marketing and posting the title and cover of my vanilla novel here, but I’m still hinky about outing myself. As we all know, many people outside the spanking community don’t really look too fondly on us spankos. Thankfully, my romance writer friends don’t care, most of them write stuff that would make your hair stand on end. Spanking is almost vanilla to those people. But I’m still too chicken. Maybe later. Because I think you’d like my new book. Well, maybe. No spanking in it, some sex. But my normal crazy sense of humor and penchant for action are definitely in the book. Plus there are characters in my novel you have seen before if you subscribe to Discipline and Desire. And you will see here shortly. Because many of my stories come from my vanilla work. I create an alternate universe and explore the characters in new and different spanky ways. Although, the names have been changed in the spanking fiction to protect the guilty. Anyhoo, hopefully later, I’ll be more brave. But not now.

So, spanky friends, I have a new story for you. A Discipline and Desire fan favorite. Got lots of fan letters about this one. So here you are, A Fast Ticket To A Spanking, soon to be found in my upcoming release, Dangerous Behavior.

Hugs and love to you all!

Michelle

Teresa walked out from her office building and up to her car parked directly out front. It really paid to come early to work. She found if she arrived before seven in the morning, she always got a good spot. Arriving early also meant she could leave early. She was the first one in the office and the first to leave and she never had to deal with the traffic. She loved flex-time!

She went to open her door when she noticed a piece of paper underneath her windshield wiper. Not another ticket! That was the only problem with parking out front, she nearly always forgot to feed the meter properly. She could park for free in the parking garage, but it was too far to walk considering her footwear of choice: anything cute with five-inch heels. They made her legs look great, but walking long distances was no fun. So she parked as closely as she could to her office, which was the street in front of the building.

But darn it, this was her fifth ticket this month. And it was only the tenth of the month. Normally, she tossed them in the garbage, but recently a friend of hers had suggested a different route. Just put the ticket on someone else’s windshield. That way you had the chance that the owner of the other car would pay it without really examining it closely. Heh-heh-heh.

With an evil grin on her face, Teresa removed the ticket, walked to the car behind her and slipped it underneath the windshield wiper. She tried to look purposeful so no one would notice. The car was an expensive car, she figured the owner could afford it.

She moved away from the car quickly and got into her own. Feeling very smug, she drove away and headed home.

Everyday that week, Teresa somehow forgot to put enough change in the meter, and everyday she came out to her car to find a ticket on the windshield. And everyday she withdrew the ticket and put it on the car behind her. On Friday, she finally noticed that she was putting the ticket on the same car. A late model black Porsche. Once she made the discovery, she couldn’t help but burst out laughing. Normally, she was a pretty moral person, but somehow the situation struck her funny. Some rich person certainly was having a string of bad luck.

As Teresa drove away, she thought about this rich person with the Porsche she had inadvertently targeted. It was obviously some corporate executive with a huge expense account and money to burn. Must be nice. Teresa barely made enough money to keep herself in nice shoes. She had a teeny apartment, a ten-year-old Toyota and hardly any savings. She liked her job at the venture capital business, but she hated working for rich people. She saw the payroll once when she’d delivered some papers to the accounting department and was chagrined to find out her bosses made thirty times more than she did. Thirty times! When she barely made more than the interns. She had a BA degree, but it was in sociology, and hadn’t really helped with her salary. She did client profiles and research. One of the more lowly jobs of the office. After she’d seen those spreadsheets, she almost quit, but Fillmore and paid more than the university job she’d had before.

She had loved her job at the university. Adored the people she worked with, loved being on campus around so many brilliant minds. Problem was, it was super expensive living in San Francisco. After her divorce, she found she wasn’t making ends meet and finally had to quit and find a higher paying job. She’d found her current position in the Financial District. It paid half again as much as she made at San Francisco State. But even with her pay raise, she was barely making it. Until she could figure out something else, she was stuck.

Which was why she didn’t feel bad about the parking ticket thing. That Porsche owner could afford those dumb tickets, but she sure as hell couldn’t. Serves the jerk right for making so much. Some fancy guy working in a fancy office making millions while she struggled to pay her rent. Life was not fair.

And she had to admit, it was fun getting away with something like that. Especially considering she was bothering some rich idiot. Too funny!

Chas Wilson couldn’t believe it. Another parking ticket! He was late as usual, so he grabbed the thing off his windshield and threw it into his briefcase. This was ridiculous, he was sure he’d put enough money in the meter. But he had no time to worry about it, he had a tennis date and couldn’t be late or he and his partner would lose their court time. He’d already been late the last time due to a client who would not shut up, this time he’d been on the phone with a banking officer trying to straighten out a financing snafu, upon which rode a huge, billion dollar deal. He glanced at his watch, he might just make it.

He drove as fast as he could, came around a corner and everything stopped. It was a traffic accident. He tried to back up, but it was too late, he was stuck. Damn it! After ten minutes of not moving, he finally had to give up. He called Harold and told him the bad news. Harold harangued him in a good-natured way and then told him he was lucky, another guy was looking for a quick game, so at least Harold would be able to play.

Chas hung up and swore to himself and punched the steering wheel. He’d really needed that game. This week had been so hectic, so many deals were teetering on the edge, he’d barely slept. He was so pent, so tired and feeling so crazy, only a good work out would settle him. He decided after he got out of traffic, he’d go to the club and work out in the weight room and hope there was an opening on the court. Tennis was the main way he blew off steam. Well, that and sex, but since Belinda left him six months before, he hadn’t been able to connect with anyone interesting. Certainly word had got out and he was being pursued actively by a hoard of single females on his floor, but he didn’t want any of them. While horny, he’d rather be alone than with someone he didn’t care for. And none of the women in his office or on the floor interested him. They were either too needy, too over-dressed, too self-centered or not fashionable enough.

He had to admit it, he liked a woman who dressed well. But one who didn’t need to call an inordinate attention to herself.

He’d loved Belinda. He’d even asked her to marry him. But she’d been far more interested in making money than making him happy. After he’d proposed, she told him that there was no way she’d ever live with him or cook for him or do anything for him. If he agreed to live in adjoining apartments, she’d consider his proposal. Well, that ended that. He’d been so disappointed. Perhaps that’s why he hadn’t dated since.

Chas looked around the intersection at all the stuck people who’d gotten out of their cars. Most were furious, some were resigned, many were curious about why they were stuck. But it didn’t look like any of them were going home anytime soon.

Sighing, Chas opened his briefcase and took out the ticket. Damn this. He’d paid the other four this week, he might as well make out a check while he was sitting there. He wrote out the amount and addressed the check to the proper city bureau. He was tearing the receipt from the ticket to put into the envelope when a number on the ticket caught his attention. It was where his license plate number was supposed to be written. But it wasn’t his license number. It was someone else’s.

No. He couldn’t have been so stupid as to pay someone else’s parking ticket. He couldn’t have. He reread the ticket. He couldn’t believe it. The ticket WAS someone else’s. It was for a ten-year-old Toyota with vanity plates that read “IM TRBLE”. Trouble indeed, this person was a total jerk. Oh, if he got his hands on the person. Damn it! All those tickets! He’d been so distracted, he hadn’t even checked the meter! It was probably still green and he hadn’t noticed. Nor had he read the ticket, he’d just paid it! What an idiot! Damn this!

©2011, Michelle Carlyle

Revenge, Inc. Part Fifteen and Conclusion

2011-04-22T08:23:00.000-07:00

Spanky Friends!!!

I hope you had a spiffy and fantastic week! Oh. Wait. It was (insert music sting here) Tax Week. Stupid IRS. Thankfully, we got done in Feb and received our refund. Which is already spent. On the new bed and other various and sundry thingys.

I had a great week. Going through a personal transformation (psychologically, not physically) and I’m feeling much better about myself. Better than I have in years. Yay! I think I’m finally unfucking my head! Yay! I’ve come so far, I can’t believe it. I highly recommend therapy to anyone who can’t move forward in their lives or who are suffering from childhood trauma. Or any kind of trauma. But first you have to find the right therapist. The first two people I saw were MORONS. Thankfully, I hooked up with an amazing human being who has been the guiding light through this gnarly process. And thankfully, she is snarky and funny and irreverent. And extremely kind and insightful. Yay for my therapist!

And I honestly thought that therapy would take away my love of spanking and being spanked. Instead, it’s unclouded my head so I enjoy spanking MORE. WHOO-HOO! Spank me, baby!

Speaking of which (or spanking of which) Hubby is working at home today. Whoo-hoo! Field research!!! “Honey, I need some help writing this scene. What I want you to do is chase me all over the house, wrestle me across your lap, pull my pants off and whack me good! Then fuck me. Wait. I need to take notes.” HEEEEE!!!!!!!!

Oh, Happy Easter to those who celebrate. I went to See’s Candies yesterday and Hubby is very happy with the chocolate eggs I bought for him. He’s very grateful. I think I’ll go find out just how grateful he is. Muaahahahahaha!!!!

Today I’m giving you a double-dose of Michelle and posting the last part and conclusion of Revenge, Inc. Next week, a new story!!!!

Have a great one!

Michelle

The next day around noon, Peter dropped Fay off at the airport. Thank God for airport screening and the fact he couldn’t follow her to the gate. She gave him a kiss and a wave and disappeared into the airport. After heading straight to the taxi stand, she was home fifteen minutes later. Still concerned he might be following her, she kept the front of her house dark. Thankfully, most of the tools for her jobs were in the garage.

At eleven that night, she and Mitzi waited in their darkened van for Michael Bascomb to emerge from his girlfriend’s house.

“This should be good,” Mitzi whispered, her high voice tinged with excitement. “You took off all the lug nuts, right?”

“Oh, yeah. His Porsche is going to be toast. This should be funny.”

Right then, Michael came out of the house, a spring in his step. A tall, dark-haired guy, he wasn’t bad looking. He started whistling.

Fay chuckled. “She must be good.”

“So along with his Porsche, what else did you do to him?” Mitzi asked.

“Got a load of gay porn in his name ‘accidentally’ delivered to some of his most powerful Mormon clients. This afternoon, I got into his office posing as a temp worker and sent off a bunch of emails to his client list and attached some pretty hardcore gay sex pics.”

Mitzi turned to her, mouth agape. “No! I thought you didn’t mess with the target’s businesses. I thought that was one of our basic tenets.”

Fay pursed her lips. “He slept with his wife’s sister, aunt and niece.”

“Oh.”

“He crossed the line, so I crossed the line. Sleeping with nannies, I get. It’s not good, but I get it. But your wife’s family? That’s sick.”

“Agreed—he’s started driving…” Mitzi started up the van and followed.

The Porsche started wobbling, then one wheel came off, the car skidded, sparks flew from the underneath the vehicle and it came to a stop. Mitzi pulled over and stopped, too.

Fay frowned. “Bummer, I thought all wheels would come off at once and he’d be sitting there on his undercarriage.”

“No, only one did. Kind of disappointing, huh?”

“I’ll say.”

Michael threw open his car door and leapt out, screaming. “Goddamn this! Who did this to me?!” He kicked the car. Balling his fists, he stomped around the car, waving his arms and yelling. “What’s going on?”

He started closely examining the cars on the block.

“Oh, crap, duck!” Fay ordered.

Mitzi and she hit the floor of the van.

A few moments later, Fay peeked up to see where Michael was.

She found herself staring directly into his angry face.

Screaming, she hit the door lock, but too late. He ripped open the door.

“Who the hell are you?!” he demanded.

She kicked him in the solar plexus, sending him reeling back into the middle of the street. “Drive!” she yelled, leaning out to grab the door.

Mitzi started up the van and hit the gas. Just as Fay pulled on the door, Michael grabbed it. Man, he was quick. Running alongside the van, he reached in and took Fay by the collar, his face red and twisted with anger. She punched him, his head jerked back, but he didn’t let go.

Mitzi screamed, “Get rid of him!”

“I’m trying to! Get off me, you wacko! I’m calling the cops!”

“Why are you following me? Why did you wreck my car? I’ll make sure both of you go to jail and neither see the light of day again!” he yelled, keeping pace with Mitzi’s acceleration.

Her heart pumping, adrenaline racing through her veins, Fay flailed, trying to loosen Michael’s grip on her shirt. But he was strong.

“I didn’t hurt your car, you crazy mofo!”

“Bull!” he yelled.

“Hurry!” Mitzi yelled.

Frantic, Fay bit down on Michael’s hand, he screamed and let go. She kicked him hard, he tripped and fell to the pavement. She grabbed the door and slammed it shut.

“Get us out of here!”

Mitzi hit the gas.

Fay’s heart beat so fast, she was worried she was having a heart attack. “We have to change out the plates on the van. Drive to my house, I have the extras in my garage.”

“God, that was close.”

“Too close.”

Mitzi pulled up into Fay’s driveway. Fay leapt out, opened the garage door and allowed Mitzi to pull in.

She shut the garage door and raced for her assortment of license plates. She grabbed the ones that belonged to the van and tore through her tool box. After retrieving a screwdriver, she hurried to the front of the van and began unscrewing the bolts.

“Don’t like those plates?” came a deep voice from behind her.

Fay and Mitzi screamed. There stood Peter in the doorway to the house, his face hard as granite. She nearly passed out.

“I’m late.” Mitzi dashed for the side door and was gone in under two seconds flat.

“Coward!” Fay called after her.

Peter leaned against the door jamb and crossed his ropy arms across his broad chest. “Looks like someone has decided she wants to experience the paddle.”

Fay put her hands up in a defensive posture. “Wait. Now before we get ahead of ourselves, we should discuss this. I know this looks bad, but I have a logical explanation.”

“Which you are currently trying hard to fabricate. Come on, missy, I have some points I need to make with you.”

Tears stung her eyes. “Peter, no. Wait. Look, I tried to get on the plane but it was delayed and—”

“Are you digging your grave even deeper here?”

She sighed, her shoulders drooped. “Probably.”

“Inside, now.”

“But… but…”

“Yes, that’s exactly where my focus is right now. On taming that pretty little ass of yours. No more arguing, inside, I want you in the living room.”

Shuffling towards him, her head bowed, she felt like she was going to her execution. Her legs shook, her heart raced, sweat beaded on her brow.

He moved out of the way and allowed her to pass. She considered running.

“Don’t,” he said. “I saw that thought go through your head. Making me any angrier would be a really, really bad idea.”

Though fear had her limbs nearly paralyzed, she somehow managed to get to the living room. He gave her a gentle push towards a chair standing in the middle of the room. She walked over and a long, wooden plank-like thing laying on the sofa caught her attention. She did a double-take. Her heart stopped.

He’d mentioned a paddling, but somehow she’d interpreted that as a heavy spanking. Not a paddling with an actual paddle.

His instrument of pain was a two-foot long fraternity paddle, but in her mind’s eye it appeared six feet long. Like a diving board.

He moved in front of her, a slight disapproving scowl on his face. If she wasn’t mistaken, his eye were twinkling with excitement.

This is why he wasn’t breaking up with her and storming off, he liked this game. Which was both good and bad. Good because he wouldn’t leave her; bad because he got off on inflicting a deserving punishment. And by his earlier demonstration with his hand, the man probably had a lot of practice with a paddle. Not good.

He hardened his gaze, reached down and unbuttoned her pants. Pushing them over her hips, he hesitated at her sex. He shook his head. “That’s for later.” With a mighty shove, her jeans were at her ankles.

“Step out of them.”

He held onto her while she kicked off her sneakers and the pants. He stood, now towering over her. “The shirt.”

She pulled the shirt over her head. Before she’d even got it all the way off, he unhooked it, releasing her breasts.

Her sex swelled with want. While she was terrified, this was such a turn-on. She’d never been so afraid, nor so horny in her life.

A slight smile played on his lips. “You take this like a good girl and I’ll reward you. But if you try to get away from me, you’ll have to take much, much more before I let you come.”

He nodded at the chair. “Bend over, hands flat on the seat.”

Her lower lip quivered. But she obeyed.

She leaned over and placed her hands on the hard wooden seat. He positioned her, raising her ass higher in the air and parting her legs slightly. He ran a hand over her bare buns, sending tendrils of delight through her sex, igniting her clit. She felt so deliciously vulnerable.

He stood behind her, she couldn’t see what he was doing. He ran something cold and hard over her ass and thighs. The paddle. Her heart pounded in her chest.

“This will hurt,” he said simply. “I’m starting with ten. And you’ll count for me. And you won’t let go of the seat. If you do, I’ll start all over again. No protesting, no begging. You will submit to this and whatever else I want to do you. You forfeited all rights when you lied to me. I own you. I own your ass, your pussy, your will. You are mine.”

She nearly fainted with lust. Her sex was slick with wetness.

Pain seared her ass, the impact was so great, she was thrust forward in the chair. Like fifty thousand bees attacked her ass at once. The agony lingering far past the strike; her whole body tensed. She realized she’d stopped breathing and took in a huge gulp of air. Wow, that was the worst of the worst.

Finally, at the last second, she cried, “One!”

“Good girl. I thought you’d forgotten. Which would have been a shame. My, my, my, look at that color. Nice rectangle there.” He rubbed her ass where he’d hit it. “Damn, that is so pretty,” he voice rough with lust.

Whack! She yelped. “Owwww! Two!” Her legs shook from the pain, it took all her focus to keep from dancing in place. This was terrible!

The weapon cracked against her sit spots, she felt branded. “Three!”

“Four!” Excruciating!

Smack! “Five!” she screamed and then broke into sobs.

Her entire body was on fire. She had no idea the human body could withstand this kind of pain and not bleed.

Peter rapid fire blasted into her butt with the last series of five. She could barely yell out the number before he smacked her with the next. Harrowing.

“Ten!”

He stopped, but the pain continued. Her whole body shaking, she gripped the seat for dear life. Tears spilled onto the chair and the floor, she cried softly.

The paddle clattered to the floor, startling her. The sound of a zipper; clothes hitting the floor.

Peter grabbed her hips, kicked her feet apart and entered her.

As he hit her g-spot, the lingering pain from her ass fueled her lust and suddenly, she was on the verge of coming.

What the hell?

“Bad girl,” he growled as he thrust into her, hard. “Such a bad, bad girl. Needs a lesson in who’s boss,” he rasped, his voice strained with lust. “You obey me or you pay the price.”

Screaming, she came, her head swirling with rapture. Pushing back against him, she tried to take him further inside. He moaned and jackhammered into her.

He thrust into her harder and harder, faster and faster. Again and again, she came, her mind so full of his steely cock, his dominance, his strength, she’d never been this turned on in her life.

Peter rode her, slamming against her g-spot, not once missing his target. One after another, she exploded into a succession of violent orgasms. Pounding the seat of the chair with her fist, she howled and wailed with ecstasy.

His legs jerked against the backs of hers, his hands bit into the flesh on her hips, he cried out and rammed into her so hard, it took all her strength to stop them from both toppling over the chair.

She delighted in his powerful thrusts, reveled in the feel of his hard cock inside her. Finally he slowed. When he withdrew, her knees gave way, she crumpled.

All at once, she was in the air, in his arms and he was kissing her. When he pulled away, his eyes sparkled with joy. “I love you, baby.”

She jerked her head back, her eyes flew open. “Did you just… did you just say the ‘L’ word?

He stopped and made a face like he was thinking. “Ummm.” He dropped his gaze to hers and burst into a huge smile. “Yes. I did. I love you, you horrible little brat.”

She burst into tears. “I love you, too, Peter!”

“There’s my girl,” he said and kissed her.

©2011, Michelle Carlyle

Revenge, Inc. Part Fourteen

2011-04-15T08:48:00.000-07:00

Hey Out There In Cyberspace!

How are you guys? I had a tough week and am going to make this short.

I hope you all have an awesome weekend and that good things are on the horizon for you. That you are growing and making your life better. And that you are surrounded by people who are gentle and kind to you. Because you deserve it.

Hugs and love to you all,
Michelle

Fay put on her best contrite face. “I’m sorry, Peter. I didn’t want to disappoint you. Mitzi had a mortgage payment.”

“I’ll pay her damn mortgage payment. How much do you owe her for the rest of the jobs you had planned?”

“Peter, I’m uncomfortable with your—”

“You’re going to be much more uncomfortable if you don’t obey me.”

“Point taken. I owe her about six grand.”

“Easy. Done.”

“I don’t like this. I pay my own way.”

“I have no issues with that. When you get respectable work—work that won’t put you at risk—you can pay whatever you want. Until then? You obey me and I pay for Mitzi and your expenses until you get work. Got it?” With that, he pulled away, swung his legs off the bed and walked into her bathroom.

She laid back on the bed and bit her lip. Guy took control way too fast. But damn it, he was the first decent man she’d dated in years. Such a dilemma! Fulfill her contractual obligations and get paddled and perhaps lose Peter. Or cancel them, return the money and look like an idiot to her clients. More importantly, two creeps wouldn’t get their comeuppance. The next two on the list were real slimebags.

Harold Stickler had launched a campaign of online harassment against his ex, posting naked pictures of her, which got her fired from her teaching job. Michael Bascomb was a serial cheater who’d slept with his ex wife’s sister, aunt and niece.

Problem was, Peter knew both of the creeps. He’d worked with Harold Stickler for ten years. Granted, Peter made it plain he didn’t care for the man, they still ran in the same circles. Same with Bascomb. Peter wasn’t close to him, but all three attended some of the same yearly functions. They were still in the same social group and belonged to the same men’s club.

Still, if she modified what she did to her targets and created good alibis, Peter wouldn’t find out. She just had to stay one step ahead of him. He’d given her the information that he was watching her, she’d be sure to be more careful.

When he emerged from the bathroom, the sight made her toes curl. The man had a body to die for. Those long powerful thighs, his massive shoulders, his jaw, his captivating blue gaze. Wow. She couldn’t believe he was hers.

He grinned at her reaction and joined her. Taking her in his arms, he kissed her deeply. When he pulled away, he brushed some hair off her brow. “You’re listening to me from now on, right?”

“You bet.”

He narrowed his eyes at her. “I don’t believe you for a minute.”

She opened her mouth to protest and he shut her up with a kiss. When he finished, he said, “That was to stop any more lies from leaking out of that beautiful mouth of yours. I understand you feel an obligation to your clients, but you still need to quit. You can explain to them what happened. You were found out and had to stop before someone hurt you. You’ve been taking on some pretty powerful men, you know.”

“I know.”

He pursed his lips. “I don’t think you do. I gave Larry Hines my word I’d get you to stop. He was going to sue you into oblivion.”

“For what?”

“For slander, libel and damages to his house. He’s one of the best lawyers in the country. He could get you convicted whether you’d committed a crime or not. You have no idea how much trouble you’ve gotten yourself into here. I know your reasoning, the men have it coming to them. Listen to me. Let their own bad judgment come back on them. You don’t have to quicken the pace. They’ll be their own undoing, believe me. You’re right, they’re all… less than ethical. You don’t need to hasten their demise. They’ll screw up their lives all by themselves.”

“Okay.”

“Look, I want to take you away for a week to Hawaii or—”

Her pulse jumped, joy erupted from within her. “Really? I haven’t been to Hawaii for fifteen years! This is so exciting! Really?! Can we?”

He laughed and gave her a squeeze. “Yes, you cute little thing. God, you’re fun. Yeah, I want to screw you from one end of the islands to the other.”

She crushed him in a hug. “How cool!”

“What are you doing this weekend?”

Destroying Michael Bascomb and Harold Stickler. “I have to go see my parents,” she responded quickly. “How about next weekend?”

“Your parents? Where do they live? I’d love to meet them.”

Damn it! “Nebraska.”

“You’re flying to Nebraska?”

“Yeah.”

He raised an eyebrow. “Really?”

“Yeah, really. You want to see the ticket? Oh, wait. It’s an eticket. You want to see my receipt?” She sat up and made a move towards her computer. “I’ll go get my—“ Just as she’d hoped, Peter grabbed her and brought her close to him. “No, I believe you. When will you be back? You want some company?”

“I’d love it if you went, but I have to talk to them about some important stuff. Their retirement plans and some concerns about their health. Conversations they won’t be happy about.”

“Reluctant to admit they’re aging, huh?”

“Yeah.”

Peter nodded. “Had that problem. Basically, if they’re stubborn, you have to wait until a life event scares them into reason.”

“Yeah, well, I have to set the foundation so when the event happens, they’ll be more receptive to the idea of moving into a retirement home.”

“You’re a good daughter,” he said, hugging her tightly.

“I try,” she said, feeling rotten.

Her parents already were in a retirement home and very happy there. Oh, well. Once this weekend was over, her jobs would be done. Then she’d never have to lie to Peter again.

©2011, Michelle Carlyle

Revenge, Inc. Part Thirteen

2011-04-08T08:24:00.000-07:00

Happy Friday To My Favorite Spankos!

How are you lovely people? I’m doing GREAT!!!!! I won’t discuss how many times I came last night or go into any sordid details about my sex life, just know that Michelle is HAPPY this morning. I only wish Hubby could stay home today from work so I could work him. I still can’t believe we’re working on our 24th year together and our sex life has never diminished in intensity. Yay! Oh. I wasn’t going to discuss that. Oops.

Okie-dokie, so here is a fantastic chapter thingy for you. After this, we’ve only got three more before we move onto another story.

Have a great weekend and I will see you here next Friday!

Michelle

Fay kicked and screeched and begged Peter to stop, but he ignored her and wailed on her poor, bare ass. Each strike caused her nerves to jump. Pain radiated from her ass, sending tendrils of agony throughout her body. Man, was he mad!

Sure she’d lied to him, but damn it, she had to fulfill her obligations to her clients. Besides, she’d already spent their money. Besides, Jerry Neighbor deserved what he got.

Of course, Peter didn’t care about that. All he cared about was taming her. That was clear.

“Peter, stop! I’m sorry! I’m sorr-eeeee!”

“What did I tell you? What did you promise me? Was that all smoke? Is this your idea of telling the truth?”

“No! Owww!”

He strafed her butt with fearsome swats, around and around and around. He spanked the top of her ass, all the way down to her sit spots. After performing a percussion solo on her most sensitive spots, he slapped her upper thighs, then started all over again.

Her butt blazed with sharp stinging pain. Sweat poured off her body, her throat was hoarse from yelling, but nothing she did seem to slow him. She’d never felt the likes of this kind of torment in her life.

All at once, he stopped. He stood, taking her with him, spun her around and laid a liplock on her.

Pain mixed with lust for a potent effect. Fay’s mind went from processing agony to processing a deluge of sexual thoughts.

How could this be? How could she be this turned on after he blistered her ass?

He pulled away, his gaze dark and hungry. He picked her up, threw her over his shoulder and carried her to her bedroom.

In one move, she was on the bed on her back, her panties gone and he was inside her. A fierce expression on his handsome carved face, he ploughed into her. She screamed with delight. Her sex spasmed around his steely cock, she dug her fingers into his broad shoulders, her mouth open wide in cries of ecstasy.

Grunting, he increased his pace. Grabbing her wrists, he pinned them above her head. “I am the boss of you. Me. You do what I say,” he growled, his thrusting into her hard. “Say it, say you’ll obey me!”

“I’ll obey you! I’ll obey you—aaaahhhhh!” she yelled, coming so hard, white lights streaked her vision.

She could barely get air in her lungs before she screamed again. Dizzy, reeling, she transported to a semi-conscious world of pure rapture. Lost in one long, amazing orgasm, she exulted in the feel of his rock-hard tool inside her.

His body jerked, he let out a bellow that shook the windows and came inside her, propelling her into another thunderous climax. She howled like a wild animal, her body shuddering and shaking with the final throes. Awe-inspiring sex. Stupendous sex. There weren’t enough adjectives to describe the splendor.

She lay there, the room spinning, he slipped out of her and lay down beside her. Taking her into his sweaty arms, he kissed her cheek and nuzzled her neck.

She gave a short chuckle. All she could manage. “I’m undone. You undid me. Wow. That was great.”

“Yes…” he said in a tone that made her skin prickle.

He still wasn’t done reprimanding her. Damn it. She’d hoped with that wonderful sex, he’d forget all about her transgression.

She angled a glance at him.

He raised an eyebrow at her, his mouth twisted in disapproval. “You’re still in trouble.” His tone was a low purr, but laced with warning.

A thrill went through her loins, sparking them back to life. He was such a turn-on! She loved this whole Dom thing he had going on.

However, it still didn’t change her mind. She had contractual obligations no amount of spanking could get her to cancel.

First she had to discover how he’d found out she’d lied.

“I’m sure. So what tipped you off?”

“Followed you. I was going to surprise you with a dinner out, but when I saw you leave here in this skimpy, little cocktail—speaking of which—” He sat up, bringing her with him. “I want this off of you. And you aren’t to wear it for anyone but me. Is that understood?” he ordered, turning her around to unzip her.

No. “Yes, Peter.”

She helped him push the dress off. He wadded it into a ball and tossed it into a corner of her bedroom. She wanted to protest this unceremonious disposal, but he took her in his arms and hugged her to him, dropping a hand between her legs. A few strokes and her train of thought went off its rails.

He laughed, deep in his throat. “You are so fun.”

Nibbling along her neck, he increased his pace with his fingers. Without warning, she came, yelling out, grabbing his hand and pressing it tightly to her sex. Fully relishing the feel of his strong hand, the scent of his cologne mixed with his heady maleness, she threw herself into the ecstasy. She’d never had this much fun with a lover before. Peter was amazing.

Once she calmed, he ripped off the rest of his clothes, climbed on top and rode her into prolonged bliss. No man had ever felt like this, made love like this to her. He was made for her. They fit together perfectly.

Except for those pesky morals of his. Oh, well, if she kept him this happy in the sack, that would have some affect on his brain. How could it not?

Afterwards, he held her in his arms. “New rules. You lie to me, disobey me, I paddle you. If that doesn’t work, it’s the cane.”

Fay pushed away to check his face for seriousness. He was serious, all right. His square jaw tight, his ice-blue eyes hard, his sensual lips firm, the man had on his I-Mean-Business face.

Hmph! She’d seen this expression before on her men. Peter would figure it out eventually. He had no real control over her. She just had to get better at the game. As hot as he was, she wasn’t rolling over and playing dead for him.

©2011, Michelle Carlyle

I'm Quitting Blogging For A New Business Venture

2011-04-01T09:10:00.000-07:00

Dear Fans and Friends,

After a long and painful reflection of the last two and a half years of blogging, I have come to a very hard decision. I am giving up writing spanking fiction and I will be embarking on a totally new career: developing vegetable hybrids of cucumbers and zucchini to make them more closely resemble the human penis.

My Veg-A-Dildos® will be sold online and in sex shops. Included with my Veg-A-Dildos will be a Veg-A-Dildo® After Sex Cookbook featuring many recipes for after lovemaking snacking. Just think! You can use your Veg-A-Dildo to tantalize your lover, then chop up the Veg-A-Dildo, cook and serve it to them for a spectacular apres sex meal! The possibilities are endless.

If you'd like to get in on the ground floor of this new exciting financial venture, please send cucumber and zucchini seeds, plus one hundred dollars via Paypal to my email address. Get in on the fun! Make some money! Add some spice to your sex life!

Veg-A-Dildos®!!!! The product for the future!

Michelle Carlyle, President of Veg-A-Dildos®

Revenge, Inc. Part Twelve

2011-04-01T09:04:00.000-07:00

Hey Spankos!

I hope you had a great week! I have to run, I have lots to do today! So I hope you enjoy this installment of Revenge, Inc., and I’ll see you next week!

Hugs,
Michelle

Later, Fay drove home, a check for twenty grand in her purse, a song in her heart. She shifted on her seat, a bit sore from her afternoon of unexpected, yet amazing fun.

While she felt weird about taking his money, she never wanted to do anything to disappoint Peter again. She’d never fallen in love this fast before. She didn’t tell him because he didn’t mention the “l” word, but she’d fallen hard for the man. She wasn’t too worried about him not saying it, he’d spoken so much about their future together.

He was so hot! So tall, his lips, his jaw, his teeth, his cock, she wanted it all. All of him.

And damn, what was up with that spanking? She’d actually come from it. Of course, his wonderful touch on her clit hadn’t hurt. But that was so fun!

She’d only tried spanking once with one boyfriend, but he was so wimpy, she hadn’t gotten into it. But Peter was a natural born Dom. And wow, had that lit her fire! So unexpected. But so fun.

She squirmed. He mentioned about using all kinds of things on her. Playing all sorts of games, doing unimaginable things to her. Her head swam with lust. Were all her secret fantasies going to come true?

Apparently. Only one caveat. Peter was a kind of a hardass. If she didn’t play by his rules, there would be consequences. A whole new world for her. She wasn’t used to consequences. She’d always ruled the relationship. Always controlled her men. What would it be like to not have that kind of control?

In one word: exciting. Very exciting. Would make all the time between the sheets fifty times more fun than with the other guys. Finally, a guy she’d look forward to screwing. She always enjoyed sex, but after a few years (and after she got total control over her men), she lost interest.

Somehow she didn’t think that would be a problem with Peter. Her only problem would be keeping her last few jobs from him. She had to take the money from him to make him think she was quitting. Before they got that close, she’d finish up her jobs, then retire. By then, Mitzi and she would have time to get better jobs.

Besides, she’d been looking forward to her next job. Jerry Neighbor. Skirt-chasing jerk. Humiliated his wife when he left her for their nanny. Who was just twenty-one and he was fifty-one. Plus he’d gotten the house and the kids. Nancy Neighbor was devastated. Fay had to help her. Peter didn’t have to know.

Besides, now that she was with Peter, she could keep a better eye on him. Finish the jobs and be done with it. Then they could live happily ever after.

Even though she still had her fears. How could he go from hating her to wanting her in his life? Still, he didn’t seem like a liar. Even if he had said hurtful things about her to his friend. She wondered what that friend would think about her now. Hopefully, his friends wouldn’t try to talk him out of being with her.

Of course, she’d messed over most of them. That wasn’t very promising for their future. Her stomach roiled. Was she heading for the worst heartache of her life?

Maybe so, but at this point, there was no way to stop it.

Fay laughed until her sides ached.

Mitzi was cracking up so hard, tears formed in her eyes. “Did you see the look on his face? Oh, my God, I thought I would die!”

“I’m so glad you could be there. You’ve missed half these guys’ reactions.”

“That was too funny. Oh, God, his date! Man, I’m surprised his face didn’t melt off from that glare of hers.”

Fay nodded. “Oh, God, that was a good one. Damn it, I left my clothes back at home. I’m stuck in this stupid cocktail outfit. And man is it squishing my boobs.”

Mitzi gave her the once over. “Looks great on you, though. A little too Playboy Bunny, but hot.”

“Yeah, I gotta get home and get changed. Peter’s coming over later.”

“One more job and you never have to lie to him again.”

“Thank God. I didn’t feel good about it, but hey.”

“That jerk deserved it. Okay, here you are. Call me tomorrow and we’ll figure out our plan of attack for the last idiot.”

“Cool.” Fay opened the door to Mitzi’s van. “See ya!”

“Tomorrow,” Mitzi said.

Fay let herself in and threw the keys in the ashtray near the door. Flicking on the lights, she tossed her purse on the couch.

Movement caught her attention from the corner of her living room.

She gasped and leapt for the door. Then she realized it was Peter, sitting in her favorite recliner.

He stood, his handsome face granite. “Jerry Neighbor?”

Panic constricted her throat. Sweat broke out on her forehead. “Uh…”

“You lied to me.”

“No, I twisted the truth.”

He blinked, his face reddened, his brow went into a deep V. “Are you trying to get out of this?”

“Um. Look, I—”

In two large strides, Peter was towering over her. He latched onto her wrist with an iron grip and yanked her over to the living room couch.

“No!”

She attempted to pull away, but he had an inexorable hold on her. He sat, dragging her down across his lap.

She thrashed, trying to get away, but he pinned her fast. He tugged her panties down to mid-thigh. Her extremely short dress didn’t even need to be moved out of the way, it was already up around her back.

Pain seared her ass. His amazingly huge and strong hand felt like a plank of hard wood as it impacted her poor buns. Her body jarred with each strike. Agony flooded her system. She kicked and protested and promised him she’d never lie to him again, but nothing worked. The man was making an example out of her.

And such an example it was. He incinerated her ass. While she assumed she’d survive the spanking, would their relationship survive her lies?

She burst into tears, worry mixed with pain. Had she blown it? Would he leave her?

©2011, Michelle Carlyle

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

2011-03-25T10:10:00.000-07:00

Hey Spankophiles!!!!

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

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

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

My extreme professionalism astounds me at times.

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

Michelle

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

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

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

“Peter, I have to—”

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

“Look, I don’t want—”

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

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

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

“No, I can’t do that.”

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

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

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

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

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

She laughed. “No, I—”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“See? I’m not that bad.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

He stroked her inner thighs, teasing her.

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

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

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

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

He would never let her go.

©2011, Michelle Carlyle

Revenge, Inc. Part Ten

2011-03-18T09:42:00.001-07:00

Hey Friends!

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

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

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

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

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

Michelle

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

“Way fun,” Fay echoed.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“No.”

“Yes.”

“But you don’t hurt—”

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

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

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

“Uh-huh.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“You did mean those remarks.”

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

Hurt, deep in her gaze. Damn it.

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

“About me being too low for you?”

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

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

“That was a lie.”

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

“He did not.”

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

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

Damn.

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

“I’m not.”

“I see that now.”

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

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

“I don’t want you doing that work.”

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

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

©2011, Michelle Carlyle

Revenge, Inc. Part Nine

2011-03-11T08:51:00.000-08:00

Hello Friends!

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

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

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

Hugs,
Michelle

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Fact one, you’re a big dumb jerk!”

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

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

“You’d better damn well not!”

She cried quietly for a few moments.

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

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

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

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

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

“Anything else you’d like to confess?”

“No.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

He massaged her sweet backside, thighs and lower back.

She pressed her hips against him, her breathing changed.

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

She stayed put!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

She cried out.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

©2011, Michelle Carlyle

Revenge, Inc, Parts Seven and Eight

2011-03-04T08:43:00.000-08:00

Hey Buddies in Cyberspace!

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

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

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

Hugs and love to all you wonderful people!
Michelle

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

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

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

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

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

She frowned. “That’s not fair.”

“Neither is life.”

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

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

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

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

“I will run the other way.”

“I’ll train for sprinting.”

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

“Thank you. I think.”

“Good day, Mr. Madden.”

“Good day, Miss Wright.”

“That’s Ms. Wright to you, buddy.”

“Ms. Wright.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

Her stomach felt funny.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Horatio raised an eyebrow.

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

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

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

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

“Maybe she knows Williams is on her.”

Peter stroked his chin. “Maybe.”

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

“Hmmm. Good idea.”

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

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

“Keep her there. I’m on my way.”

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

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

“Blackie?”

“Peter?”

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

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

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

“Anything else, you just let me know.”

“I will, and thanks.”

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

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

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

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

Straightening his shoulders, he walked into his bedroom.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Maybe I can coerce you into talking.”

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

“Stop that, you pervert!”

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

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

“Stop it! Peter!”

“No, I won’t,” he replied calmly.

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

©2011, Michelle Carlyle

Revenge, Inc. Part Six

2011-02-25T16:14:00.000-08:00

Friends!

Am crazy. Been working 16 hour days for two weeks. Not sleeping well. Have turned feral. Finding reality very amorphous.

But the new book is going to KICK ASS.

Love to you all, thanks so much for stopping in and reading my work. You all rock!
And my apologies to the wonderful people who commented last week and I totally forgot to respond. I am not myself. Totally caught up in another reality.

Hopefully, I’ll get this draft done shortly and will return to the land of the living.

Take care, kiddies! I hope you’re all getting spanked soundly and that you’re all having wonderful sex!!!

Michelle

Grabbing Fay by the wrist, Peter pulled her to him and kissed her before she could react. He momentarily lost his thread. Forgot about the game. She tasted so sweet, smelled so heavenly and felt so soft in his arms, he was instantly addicted. He had to mentally slap himself to stop from carrying her into the bedroom.

She pushed on his chest, then yielded, melting in his arms. Gripping his ass, she thrust her hips against him; his cock grew hard. She felt so good, it felt so right to kiss her. She worked out; her sinewy arms, taut buns and soft skin played havoc with his libido.

She made little animal noises in the back of her throat; his tool grew even harder. He groaned, commandeering her mouth. Twisting her tongue in his, he gripped the back of her neck to hold her close.

Hello? Earth to Peter? This little girl ruined the last week of your life!

He pulled away with a smile. Going for a smug grin, he hoped he covered for his loss of control. “Lesson number two, don’t take on someone stronger and smarter than you.”

Her gaze sharpened, her jaw set, she raised her arm to hit him.

He grabbed her wrist easily. “Now, now. You don’t want to start that again, do you? Let this be a warning to you, Miss Wright, stop your games or you will get hurt. I’m a nice man compared to many of my colleagues—they’d settle their dispute in a courtroom. But I’ll let you go for now. But if I hear anything about your shenanigans, I will hunt you down and make you very sorry for your transgressions. Do we understand each other?”

She pushed away, wiped her mouth and spat dramatically on the floor. “Yeah, I get you. Just stay out of my way, Jerkface.”

“You will call my ex-wife and tell her that you quit.”

“Don’t have to. Job is all complete. All she wanted was to ruin your little affair with the marketing bimbo.”

“Tami is not a bimbo.”

“Yes, she is. No, you’re right, technically, she is smart. Not that I care about protecting you, but you’re damned lucky I got her away from you. All she wanted was a promotion. While she was really into you, she didn’t trust you for crap. She believed you cheated on Lily. She decided to date you long enough to get a good promotion or bonus. She figured you’d dump her and then as compensation, you’d reward her.”

“You’re lying.”

“Ask her. If she’ll speak to you.”

“Why would I believe anything you said?”

“I wouldn’t. But I have the tape if you want to listen to it. Taped a conversation she had with a buddy. She was into you, but knew you weren’t into her that much. She knew you only wanted a piece of tail.”

“I did not.”

“So what if you did? She was cute, I get it. But you should have looked past her exterior. I mean, at the first sign of danger, she splits on you? If she really liked you, she would have listened to you in that restaurant. She would have stuck by you. My performance wasn’t that good. She should have seen through it. You did, didn’t you?”

Each point hit home. He hated the fact that she was right, but he wasn’t the kind of man to deny an opponent their point. “Yes.”

She sighed and looked at the check in her hand. She worked her mouth. After a long pause, she handed it to him. “I already got paid for the job. Here.”

“I want you to give up that heinous occupation.”

“No. Look, you won a point; I won a point. We’re even. Now let’s go our separate ways, shall we?”

“I won’t let you hurt my friends. I’ll have you watched.”

“Why do you insist on continuing this? I gave you a way out. And I am being generous here, letting this all go. You annihilated my ass. But I did ruin the last week of your life, so I get that. So we’re even as far as I’m concerned. But don’t push it, buddy.”

He laughed. “Are you warning me?”

“Yes. And you’re damn lucky I am. And it’s only because of my own bloody ethics— which I will admit are far and few between. But one of my tenets is that I only attack guys who are total creeps. At first, I thought you were a kinda user, but the more I studied you, I realized that you adhere to a set of morals. Some I disagree with, but still, you have ethics. I admire that. And I think you might actually be telling me the truth about cheating on your wife.”

“I am.”

“Still, that does not change our relationship. You and I are done. Just walk away, man. Really. Don’t keep tabs on me, don’t spy on me. Don’t take me on. Please. I don’t want to hurt you. I think there might be a nice guy somewhere inside you. And I don’t like hurting nice guys.”

“But you will.”

“Oh, yes. Make no mistake. You take me on and it will be one of the worst decisions of your life.”

He tried to stifle a smile. “That I believe.”

She pursed her lips and put her hands on her hips. “You’re still comin’ after me, aren’t you?”

“I haven’t decided yet. Let’s say you made your case well.”

“Good. You know, you aren’t a bad guy. And if you hadn’t just spanked the crap out of me, I’d feel bad about what I did to you. But I don’t. Not now. Now we’re even. Even if you told the truth about Lily and you.”

“I did. But I don’t feel even.”

“You can’t feel my ass.”

“I did and it felt great.”

“Don’t. Don’t flirt with me. We’re done. All that kissing and spanking and me getting involved with your life. We’re done. You got that?”

“You enjoyed that kiss as much as I did.”

“So? I’m not a guy, I’m not a slave to my hormones. Yeah, we have chemistry. If we made the stupid mistake of taking this further, it would be a disaster. Great sex interspersed with knock-down, drag-out fights. I’m not into drama. Well...” She laughed and rolled her eyes. “Yes, I got my degree in it, my job is plenty dramatic, but I don’t like drama in my relationships. Work, fine, real life, no. And honey, you are one huge action-adventure flick. No, thanks.”

“I haven’t even asked you out and you’re turning me down.”

“The look in your eye says it all. And so did that kiss. You were the one who kissed me, you initiated it, bud. The hormones hit you first.”

“You followed rather exuberantly and enthusiastically.”

“Yes, I did.”

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

©2011, Michelle Carlyle

Revenge, Inc. Part Five

2011-02-18T10:37:00.001-08:00

Hello Out There In Cyberspace!

How are my spanky friends doing today? Well, California finally caught up with the rest of the country, our summer in winter is over and it’s cold and rainy and NASTY outside. So all my friends back east should be pleased. We aren’t suffering like you guys did, but it’s freakin’ cold out. 46 Farenheit might not be cold for you, but it’s cold for the San Francisco Bay Area. And cold for me.

Hubby and I celebrated our 19th wedding anniversary on Tuesday. Instead of the fancy restaurant we planned to go to, I got sick and made soup. So we had soup and watched TV for our anniversary and Hubby was so tired, he barely said two words to me. Wedded Bliss! It’s okay. We had a great weekend last weekend. The weather was spectacular (high sixties and clear) and we took a long walk along the Baylands and ate amazing cheap food downtown. Love living in the Bay Area!

So here is the next installment of Revenge Inc, soon to be found in A Straightjacket of Lies. I hope you enjoy!

Have a great weekend and stay warm!

Michelle

Fay’s rear end burned like someone had ignited it with a torch. But that wasn’t where her focus was, all her attention was on the super tall hunk who was currently kissing her.

Freakin’ idiot! What are you doing? This man is the enemy!

A split second later, all thoughts evaporated. Peter tasted divine, he was so tall. His strong arms around her, his commanding kiss, dominating her mouth, her body. Lust zapped her; huge lightning bolts of joy electrified her sex. Wow! This guy was a powerhouse!

Fay, wake up! The man is manipulating you! How blind and stupid are you? He spanked you, humiliated you and here you are letting him kiss you? Outrageous!

She pushed on his chest, wound up and punched his gorgeous square jaw. His head snapped back and his blue gaze turned to flames.

Amazing how fast a man that size could move. She didn’t even see him come for her. All at once, she was in the air. The next second, she was across his lap in an inexorable hold, her pants around her ankles.

Awesome strikes sizzled her tender behind. “Yeee-ow! Stop, you big bully!”

As an answer, he swatted her a hard one across both buns. “You obviously missed my earlier lesson in crossing me, so here’s another!” A machine-gun report of searing spanks blazed her rear.

“Ow ow ow ow! Stop!”

“Not yet,” he said, peppering her behind with a series of red-hot swats.

His spanking sent wave upon wave of agony rippling through her. Her tender behind was already so sore from his earlier spanking, she had no idea how much more she could endure. Not that she had a choice.

After strafing her entire behind and the back of her thighs with his formidable and large hand for several long moments, he stopped.

She continued howling. The pain slowly started to ebb. She longed to rub her blistered behind.

Finally, she calmed some. “Are you going to let me up?”

“Not until we get a few things straight.”
“Let me guess, you want me to leave you alone.”

“Not only that, all my friends, too.”

“How the hell can I know who your friends—ow!” she cried from a terrible swat.

“You know who they are, you found out all about me.”

“But that’s my whole client list! I work only from recommendations. How the hell am I supposed to make my rent?”

“That’s your problem. Get a real job, why don’t you?”

“Easy for you to say, your job wasn’t eliminated because the state government doesn’t care about our schools or a breadth of education. I was a good drama teacher and they fired me! I can’t get another job! This is all I have! And I’m barely making enough money as it is.”

He spanked her so hard, her cries were as loud as a police siren. “Stop!” she begged.

He whacked her a good one. “You started a rotten business! All because you couldn’t stand up to your ex-husband!”

“You jerk! I loved him and he cheated on me! He humiliated me! He slept with one of my students as soon as she turned eighteen! He left me for one of my stupid students and you fault me for going after him? He had all the money! He took me for everything because he had a better lawyer and he started it all! He got the house, the vacation house, everything because I couldn’t afford to keep them up. Don’t go judging me when you don’t know the whole story.”

“I can only judge you on your actions and your actions are deplorable,” he said, swatting her soundly.

“Ow!”

He yanked up on her pants and set her on her feet. The confident and amused grin on his face made her want to punch him again. But her ass hurt so badly, just flexing her muscles to steady her feet was agony. She forced her arm to her side.

“Good choice,” he said with a sharp nod.

She almost hit him again.

“Now, Miss Troublemaker, you’re going to quit your job and find another.”

He reached into his jacket pocket and withdrew a small black case. Opening it, he took out a pen and scribbled something inside. She realized the pad of paper was his checkbook. He tore off a check and handed it to her. Ten grand. Just like that, he writes a damn check for ten grand.

Fury boiled her insides. So he thought she could be bought off, did he? She made a move to tear up the check, but stopped before the paper ripped. Wait a minute here. Wait just a goddamned minute. If she wanted revenge on the guy, why was she refusing his cash? The dude just handed her ten grand. She’d take the damn money and use it to ruin his life.

Oh, this just got better and better.

A plan was brewing inside her darling head, Peter could see it. The wheels turning, she hadn’t given up the game. He inwardly smiled. This was going to be fun. She thought she was smarter than he. Thought he couldn’t read her. A serious miscalculation. He had an arsenal at his disposal she couldn’t even imagine.

“Do we understand each other, Miss Wright?”

She blinked at him, at attempt at looking innocent. Then her brow furrowed, her mouth twisted, her attention went back to the check. “Yeah. You win, okay.”

“You wouldn’t be lying to me, would you? You know what I do to liars?”

“I can guess,” she muttered.

“Good. I’ll be checking on you.”

“I’m sure you will. Can I go now?”

“Yes. But first, I need to straighten something out.”

Her eyes dilated, she took a step towards the door; clearly worried another spanking was forthcoming.

Grabbing her by the wrist, he pulled her to him and kissed her before she could react.

©2011, Michelle Carlyle

Revenge, Inc, Part Four

2011-02-11T08:44:00.000-08:00

Hey Spankos!

Hope you have a great weekend. Just sent my new book, Rulebreakers, to Reesa for publishing, should be out in the next few months. I’ll keep you updated. And now, I must return to editing my next book “Insert Awesome Title Here.” Blanking for right now on what to call it. But I’ll come up with something. I always do. But clearly I need more tea.

Here is the next part of the story called Revenge Inc, soon to be found in my upcoming release, Straightjacket of Lies. Which I will edit after “Insert Awesome Title Here.”

Hugs to all you wonderful people out there!

Michelle

“Interesting job. How can you sleep at night?” came a deep voice from behind her, startling her.

Fay jumped and spun in place. She couldn’t believe it. Peter Madden, standing right there in the doorway to the suite’s bedroom.

All at once it hit her. This was a set-up. Her eyes darted to the door.

He followed her line of sight and quickly moved to block the exit. “Oh, no, you don’t. You and I are going to have a little talk.”

“I’m not saying anything to you. You let me out of here. This is false imprisonment.”

He took out a remote and turned on the TV. Fay appeared on the screen from just minutes before.

“I’m sure the police would find your activities very interesting. Don’t you?”

She narrowed her eyes and pointed at him. “Look, you creep. If you hadn’t cheated on Lily and humiliated her and tried to take her kids from her, none of this would have happened. You just got what was coming to you, that’s all. You need to take this up with your ex-wife, not me. I was just the messenger.”

“Nice speech. Won’t work. I don’t want revenge on her, I want it on you.”

“Why me?”

“Because you were the one who ruined my date with Tiffany.”

She laughed. “Anyone who would date a woman named Tiffany deserves to have the date ruined. Miss Perky-Butt-Twenty-Something deserves better than you, anyway. I did her a favor.”

His jaw hardened, his gaze turned to molten lava. “I am going to teach you a lesson in research. As in, you’d better do your homework before you go after someone. I never cheated on my wife. She made all that up.”

Fay snorted. “It was all over the papers, dude. Stop denying it.”

A muscle in his cheek twitched. “That’s because she set me up, so she could get the kids and my money. You’re not the only person she hired to ruin me. The other guy was better. I never found him. You were easy. My world isn’t large and you’ve made some good friends of mine very angry. I’m sure they’d love to know who you are.”

She stuck out her jaw. “I’m just doing a job. Making a living. You’re the idiots who couldn’t get along with your wives. Maybe you should have picked a better wife. Or treated her better.”

His intense gaze unwavering, his face hard as granite, he moved towards her.

Trying to intimidate her. The jerk. She tried not to show any fear, but her belly did flip-flops, sweat broke out all over her body. She balled her fists to stop her hands from shaking.

She stepped towards the bedroom door, he blocked her way, his gaze fixed on her. She got the feeling she was the mouse and he was a hungry cat.

Wait a minute, why was she so scared? What could he do?

“No, I’m not running from you, buddy.” She straightened and took a bold step towards him. “What? You want to fight? I’ll freakin’ take you on. You picked the wrong chick to intimidate. I did nothing wrong. Just did a service. And from what I gather about you, it was a service that was greatly deserved.”

He stopped and grinned. “Good. This will make my job that much more satisfying. By the time I get done with you, I can guarantee you, you will think twice before you do this to another man.”

“Blah, blah, blah. Come on, you chicken, take the first swing, I dare you,” she said, assuming a defensive posture.

He laughed. “This is priceless. Come on, do you really think you’re any match for me?”

“The bigger they are the harder they—” She stopped and looked over his shoulder. “Your girlfriend’s back.”

The idiot actually turned around. By the time he turned back, she was in mid-air.

She nailed him in the jaw with her right foot. As he reeled back, she kicked up with her left and sent him to the ground.

She launched off the floor once more and came down, intending to kick him in the face just one last time. Hopefully dazing him enough so she could laugh and leave.

Just as her foot touched his jaw, he reached up so fast, she didn’t see his hands move. The next thing she knew, she was eating carpet.

Before she could move, she was in mid-air, his vise-like grip immobilizing her. Two large steps of his and they were at the suite’s couch. A split second later, he was sitting and she was across his lap. One arm behind her back, the other pinned underneath her, she couldn’t move.

“You let me up, you big—what are you doing?” she demanded as she felt a hard tug on the back of her pants. When air rushed over her suddenly bare behind, his plan became all too clear. “You’d better not!”

His first strike took her breath away. Across both buns, the sting was beyond painful. She couldn’t get her head around the situation. How had this happened? How the hell did she end up over one of her victim’s laps? She was better than this!

Rapid fire, the man delivered a series of punishing swats all over her poor, vulnerable rear end. Pain seared her ass, sending shockwaves of agony throughout her body. She struggled, but that only made him increase the intensity of his spanks. She let out a howl that would wake the dead. To which he chortled with victorious guffaws.

“This is fun!” he crowed, spanking one bun then the other.

Each strike burned like nothing ever had. Who knew spankings could hurt this badly?

Tears stung her eyes, she kicked her feet, her rage exploding. She would ruin this man’s life and she’d use everything at her disposal to do it.

The slaps followed by her screams filled the room. Where was security? Could someone just get away with an assault like this?

Soon, she couldn’t get a thought straight in her mind, all focus went to pain management. His rhythm was ceaseless, the power to his swats, awe-inspiring. The sharpness of each swat blazed her nerves. His firm hand barbecued her poor ass.

All at once, she was on her feet, facing him. She went to punch him, he grabbed her arm and got her in a very painful hold. “I wouldn’t do that if I were you. Unless you want more? You want more?”

“No! No, please, no! Don’t! I won’t hit you! I’m sorry.”

“That I don’t believe for a minute,” he said, spinning her around to face him. He was so close, she could see his stubble.

She caught his scent, the feral edge to his gaze and even though her ass was throbbing, something about his awesome looks tripped her up for a second. Up close, the man was nothing less than a god.

Why was she noticing?

His features, hard with vengeance, suddenly softened. His gaze dropped to her lips. And before she knew it, the man had kissed her.

©2011, Michelle Carlyle

Revenge, Inc, Part Three

2011-02-04T08:51:00.000-08:00

Hey Spanky Friends!

Man, have I been busy getting my next book, Rulebreakers, ready for release. Found the coolest cover, but Kindle won’t print it because it features a naked chick’s behind with a man’s hand on it. Bummer! So back to the drawing board. Should find a suitable replacement, but I really liked that one! Oh, well.

Working hard at getting my next three books together for you guys. I can’t wait to get them released and out to you! Yay!!! Spanky fiction!

So my latest vanilla novel have been read by all the top editors in NY and they all loved it—BUT they don’t want to buy it because my characters are larger-than-life (like yours truly) and they don’t think that the average romance reader could relate to them. So, I’m either going to publish with Newsite (Discipline and Desire) because Reesa is starting a line of vanilla romances or I’m going to self-publish and hawk the books myself. The publishing world is changing fast, my friends. Did you know that more e-books sold last year than paperbacks? The traditional publishers are reacting to the changing paradigm exactly like the record industry has. They are only looking for million-dollar sellers and are allowing the most tepid, vanilla boring crap to be produced for the mass market. But I am riding the new wave and will do well with it. Onward!

Speaking of the new wave, here is today’s chapter of Revenge, Inc. This story is featured in my upcoming book, Straightjacket of Lies.

Have a fantastic Superbowl weekend and for all my friends in the snow—I’m sorry! You poor little icy cold things! Have some hot chocolate on me!

Hugs to you all,
Michelle

Fay finished filling out her deposits. Eight grand, more than she’d made in a week in years. So cool! Finally, a business that worked!

Mitzi popped her head in the door to her office. “You going to the bank now?”

“Yeah. What do we have on for tonight?”

Her partner leaned against the doorjamb. “New account meeting. A Mrs. Wellington.”

Fay nodded, tapping her pencil on top of her desk. “Sounds rich. Anything else?”

“Nope. We see her at six until seven and then we’re free.”

“Cool, I want to catch up on some tube and take a bath.”

“Sounds good. Brad’s taking me out to celebrate our success.”

“Does he know what we’re doing yet?”

Mitzi laughed. “Oh, God, no. He’d divorce me.”

“Really?”

“Let me put it this way, it wouldn’t be pretty.”

“I’m glad I’m single. So what does he think we’re doing?”

“Event planning.”

Fay laughed. “Well, that isn’t a lie.”

Mitzi sent her a smug smile. “I know. Clever, aren’t I?”

“Very. Say, why don’t you let me do the initial interview and you and Brad can start off early on your date?”

“Really?”

“Yeah, why not? I can handle it. Where are we meeting the woman?”

“Marriott on Fourth. Hotel room. She wanted to be discreet. I got all the info here. Room 1411. Supposed to go on up when you got there.”

“Perfect, afterwards I’ll stop by the mall and pick up some take out on the way home.”

At six o’clock on the dot, Fay knocked on Mrs. Wellington’s door. A tall, slender blonde woman answered.

“Fay Wright?” she asked. Her voice was deep and husky. She wore black business suit, Gucci, if Fay wasn’t mistaken.

“Yes.”

“Do come in.” The woman stepped out of the way and allowed Fay to pass. Nice two-room suite with a breathtaking view of the City skyline.

Mrs. Wellington gestured towards two chairs in the corner. “Please sit down. Can I get you a drink?”

“No, thanks.”

The woman sat opposite her in the suite’s living room area.

“Well, Mrs. Wellington, what can I do for you?”

“I’m a friend of Lily Madden’s.”

“Ah, yes.”

“I heard you did her a… um, favor.”

“Yes, I did.”

The woman suddenly brightened. “Did you really embarrass Peter in the middle of Fleur?”

Fay grinned. “Oh, yeah.”

“So how do you… what exactly do you do in these cases? I heard you have an acting background.”

“Yeah, I was a drama teacher until California public schools decided that drama was an extracurricular class they didn’t need. Well, some still offer it, but mostly it’s a dying elective.”

“That’s too bad. So you decided to… how did you get into this?”

Fay shifted in her seat, getting more comfortable. “I taught the child of one of my initial clients. When I lost my job, we stayed in touch, you know, Christmas cards. After my horrible divorce, my husband got everything and I wasn’t too happy about that. So I… went after him. Not formally, because he always won in court, but… behind the scenes. And I mentioned this to Georgia and she loved the idea and hired me to do the same thing to her ex. Only since he didn’t know me, I was able to take her revenge to a higher level. I basically did the same thing to Peter Madden. Accosted him when he was out dating. And then she told her friends and here you are. And here I am. Now tell me, how badly do you want your husband to suffer? And what did he do to you?”

Her delicate brow rose. “Why do you need to know that?”

“Helps motivate me. What your friend Lily told me about Madden, that was plenty motivation. I really only like to attack the more odious guys. But of course, for money, I’ll go after anyone you like. Nothing traceable, of course.”

Mrs. Wellington nodded. “Of course. And you haven’t been caught or—”

“God no. I don’t travel in your circles, so I won’t be likely to run into anyone you know or your husband knows. And this will be our only face-to-face meeting. You tell me what you’d like done, I’ll tell you my price.”

“How far are you willing to go?”

“I won’t hurt him physically. I won’t do anything that will ruin his business, I mean, like stealing or anything very illegal. Basically, all I do is cause a string of bad luck events to happen to him. Cancelled flights, cancelled services, cancelled credit cards at inopportune times, like when he’s seeing his new girlfriend. Basically, I ruin his relationships with his new women. I work mainly in humiliation.”

“You sound like just the girl for me.”

A cell phone rang. Mrs. Wellington reached for her purse and took out her phone. “Yes? What? Wait, I can’t hear you. Let me call you right back.” She turned to Fay. “I need to talk to this person and the only signal I can get is out in the hallway in front of that window near the elevator. Will you excuse me?”

“Sure.”

Mrs. Wellington got up and left the room. Fay wandered over to the window.

“Interesting job. How can you sleep at night?” came a deep voice from behind her, startling her.

She jumped and spun in place. She couldn’t believe it. Peter Madden, standing right there in the doorway to the suite’s bedroom.

©2011, Michelle Carlyle

Revenge, Inc. Part Two

2011-01-28T09:38:00.000-08:00

Hey Spanky Friends!

How are all you lovely people today? I’m doing super. We had the weirdest weather this week. Weirdest. Spooky. Crazy. Like high 60s, low 70s, super sunny, warm and beautiful. In January????? Hubby and I started gardening like it was spring. Tore out a bunch of nasty stuff, weeded and I bought this reed roll fencing so I can cover up the ugly-ass cinderblock wall that lines my driveway. Getting ready for summer! Only slight problem. It is still winter. And it is returning with a vengeance this weekend. Oh, well. Was very happy to get a short reprieve. Especially when most of my friends back East are under a nasty blanket of snow. Well, don’t be too jealous, we had an earthquake recently. A few of them. I always think of our California weather as compensation for extremely high sales taxes, property taxes, state income taxes, the premium we pay on gasoline and natural gas, on food, and basically EVERYTHING. “Oh, you live in California? Hand me your checkbook, please. Sorry, nothing leftover for you.”

There is no free ride. As I have discovered.

Speaking of a free ride, I had AWESOME sex last night. I wish I could bottle up my Hubby and sell him because I’d make a fortune. If you wonder how I get inspired to write my work, look no further than my spouse. He’s a treasure. A stinky treasure, but a treasure all the same. And man, can that boy spank my ass well! YESSSSSSSSS!!!!!!

Okay, I’m horny again. When will he get home???? When???? Speaking of horny, we are going to a fancy-schmancy hotel in Palo Alto on Saturday night. I got a free night there from an organization that I volunteer for, for all their appreciation for the work I’ve done. So Hubby and I are going to celebrate an early anniversary, go to the movies, go to a nice place for dinner and go back to the hotel and FUCK OUR BRAINS OUT. I told him we had to do it three or four times at least. Let’s see how we do. Whooo-hooooo! Hotel sex!!!

Okay, enough of this. Here is the next chapter of Revenge, Inc. Soon to be found in my upcoming book, “Straightjacket of Lies”, which should be released later on this year.

Have a great weekend!

Michelle

“Tiffany, are you all right?” Peter would try a super caring approach to see if that could restore the seduction.

Her red lips tight, she shook her head a tiny bit. “No, I’m fine.”

“No, you’re not.”

“Look, are you sure you don’t know her? I mean, she knew the name of your boat. And last week, you went sailing, I know you did, you told me.”

“So what? Anyone could have gathered that information.”

She looked down at her nails. “Is it possible you got drunk and…” Her blue gaze searched his.

He straightened his shoulders. “I never get drunk.”

She blinked at him, then bit her lower lip. She pinched the bridge of her nose. “You know, I’ve got a bit of a headache. Maybe we should call it an evening…”

He’d lost. Damn it.

After driving her home, he drove straight to his club. There wouldn’t be anyone under the age of eighty there, but he needed a drink and didn’t want to be alone. Surprisingly, he found one of his closest friends sitting in front of the fire with a brandy.

Horatio, a corporate lawyer, indicated the burgundy leather chair across from him. “Join me, friend. And tell me all about your exciting evening.”

“You know?”

“Jimmy was at Fleur tonight.”

His shoulders slumping, Peter ran a hand through his thick mane of dark hair. “Christ.”

“You know, it’s curious. You’re not the only one who’s had weird scenes with strangers lately. Thom, Rob Colt and Graham White, all had crazy women accost them. Women they didn’t know. Just like you.”

Peter frowned. “What the hell? Really? Rob and Graham?”

“Yes. Plus other strange troubles. Rob had a flight cancelled, Graham had his car impounded, Thom found his car filled with orange juice.”

“Orange juice?”

“Yeah, I guess there was a tanker nearby and someone put a hose from the tanker into his car window and filled the sucker.”

Peter burst out laughing and then caught himself. “I know that’s not funny. Was it the Ferrari?”

“Yeah.”

“Not the ‘67?”

“Yep.”

“That’s irreplaceable.”

Horatio nodded. “Whomever it was, wanted to hurt him.”

“Damn,” Peter said, stroking his chin. “You know I had my phone service cancelled this week, my car died suddenly—it’s in the shop—someone put sugar in my gas tank. And then this woman attacks me in Fleur.”

“Obviously a pattern. What do you all have in common?”

“Um… don’t know. We’re rich… Wait… divorced. We’re divorced. In the past two years.”

“Yes.”

Peter gestured sharply. “But Lily couldn’t be behind this. She’s too refined. Barely shed a tear during the divorce proceedings. But then again, she leaked all kinds of misinformation to the press. Sure I was cheating on her, even though I wasn’t. I don’t know. She’s the only one in my life who hates me enough to pull something like this. But it’s not her style.”

“She knows the other guys’ ex-wives. They’re all in a little coffee clutch.”

Peter shot his friend a look. “You think they’re behind this?”

“That’s what I’m thinking. Maybe they’re pulling stuff on each other’s respective exes.”

“I know those ladies. None would ever get their hands dirty. Would fit, though. That woman tonight didn’t look deranged. She looked like a bad actress. There was a look in her eye, she knew what she was doing, she knew me. And if her purpose was to get Tiffany to dump me, it worked.”

“Then Tiffany wasn’t worth a damn.”

“Suppose. Thought she was a nice girl.”

“Beware of nice girls. Especially ones that come from your marketing department.”

“Yeah… maybe you’re right.”

Horatio leaned forward. “Listen to me, my friend. Look for a girl from your social circle. Dating a company woman only works when you’re working your way up. Not when you’re on the top. Can’t trust the lot of them. Watch out for the gold-diggers. You’ve got a target on your chest.”

“Yeah, I know.” Dismal information, but true. “Well, I’ll tell you one thing, I’m not taking this crap lying down. Someone attacked me this week and I’m going to find out who that woman was. If she’s working for my ex, I’ll shut down her little business and put her behind bars where she belongs.”

He pictured the slip of a woman in that clingy dress. While he hated her and she was clearly a lunatic, her body was beyond perfection. Had the nicest rounded bottom he’d seen in a long time.

“But maybe before I send her to jail, I’ll take out some of my frustration on that perfect little ass of hers.”

Horatio’s brow rose. “She had a perfect ass?”

“Oh, yes. Very spankable.”

Horatio’s eyes lit up. “Sounds like fun. Nothing more exhilarating than spanking a deserving behind.”

Peter grinned. “Isn’t it though? Had a girlfriend once who pushed me so hard, she rarely sat down comfortably. And that little girl tonight… Can’t wait to give her the treatment. Quite the actress. Hey… What if she is an actress? Theatre world isn’t very big in this town. Maybe I’ll start there.”

“Williams is a good man. Helped me with some trouble with an ex-partner. Anyone get a picture of your woman?”

“Maybe she’s on the security camera. Good thought. I’ll call the restaurant right away. Andre will help me. Slipped him three grand tonight to cover the damages.”

“Sounds like you have yourself a mission.”

“I’d say so.”

His spirits buoyed, Peter finished his drink and drove home. He’d find that little brat. A thrill went through his loins at the thought of that perfect rear over his knee. He’d teach her a lesson, all right. One she’d never forget.

©2011, Michelle Carlyle

Revenge, Inc. Part One

2011-01-21T07:38:00.000-08:00

Hey You Wonderful People!

How was your week? Mine was…hmmmm. I have no idea because I only got five hours of sleep last night and my brain is off-line. I’m sure it was a fascinating week, full of sky-dives, motorcycle jumping and awards shows. Ahem. More like dishes, weeding and shopping. And editing. Oh! I’m almost done with my new book, which will be sent to Reesa where she will perform her magic and eventually, it will be on Amazon and Barnes and Nobel and all that jazz. The new book’s new title is “Rulebreakers.” I have to say, the working titles of my books have been pretty cheesy. I’m throwing them all out and starting over. When I get a chance, I’m going to reissue “Spank Me, I’ve Been Bad,” and title it something completely different. A friend said I should have titled it “Spank Me, I’ve Been Good.” Maybe I’ll use that one. But probably not. Anyhoo, I will be publishing three books this year, maybe four. But definitely three. And you all will be the first to know when. So stay tuned!

Okay, here is a new story for you called Revenge, Inc. Another 16-parter, so sit back and enjoy.

Hugs to all you lovely humans out there! I hope your weekend is fantastic!

Michelle

Target sighted, Fay crossed the expansive dining floor of Fleur, the hottest new restaurant in San Francisco.

Wearing her latest weapon, a sleek little black Prada cocktail dress, she sidled up to a table and glared down into the blue gaze of Peter Madden, CEO of Madden Computers, the billion dollar jewel of Silicon Valley.

She ignored his classic Grecian features, his perfect aquiline nose, square jaw and heavy brow. She was in character.

“You bastard!” she yelled loud enough for most of the tables in the vicinity to hear. “You two-timing creep!”

His eyes wide, jaw in his lap, he stammered, but said nothing intelligible.

“And you!” Fay said, swinging on his date: a petite blonde twenty-something. “How dare you! Before you go sleeping around with a man, you might want to find out if he has other women in his life. You should be ashamed of yourself!”

Peter’s brow went into a deep V, his eyes filled with fire. “I don’t know who the hell you are, but you’ve me mistaken for someone else—”

She burst into tears. “Peter! Why are you doing this to me?! You told me you loved me!” She collapsed down next to him in the booth, buried her head in her arms and howled.

“Miss! Please, I don’t know you!”

She lifted her head up to bawl in his face. “It’s the baby! The baby I’m worried about. Our baby!” She dropped her head to the table and sobbed.

“What the hell? Lady! I’m not who you think I am!”

“That’s it!” she yelled, leaping up on her feet once more. “You told me you wanted a child! So I got pregnant! You said you’d marry me! Just last Tuesday when we were on your stupid boat, The Charlemagne, you proposed! What happened to that?!”

The maitre ‘d appeared at her elbow. “Is there a problem?”

Finally! Took the jerk long enough.

She spun on the tall, Middle-Eastern-looking man. “Yes! There’s a problem! My fiancé is here with another woman! And I’m pregnant!”

Peter got up out of the booth, she was momentarily taken aback by his size, he had to be over six five.

He took the maitre ‘d by the arm. “Andre, I swear, I’ve never seen this woman before. I think she must have escaped from a lockdown facility.”

“Yeah! Our apartment! That’s where I escaped from! Fine! You want to cheat on me?! You want to break all your promises to me?! You want to get me pregnant and dump me?! Fine! I don’t want you, anyway, and neither does your son! That’s right! It’s a boy! A boy!” And with that, she pushed aside the maitre ‘d and stormed off.

As soon as she hit the street, she broke into a run. Around the next corner, she dove into the back of a white van. “Drive!”

Mitzi grinned. “You bet!” Her friend and business partner loved the new venture as much as she did.

Fay removed the Prada dress and hung it up in their makeshift dressing room in the back of the van. “Are the cops out there?”

“Oh, yeah. They’re looking all over. Oooo, along with Mr. Target. Man, he looks madder than a losing team’s coach. Wow. So, it went well?”

She pulled on a red t-shirt and some jeans. “Oh, God, it was so funny.” She laughed. “You should have seen the looks on their faces. Oh, and in that fancy place! God, that was fun.”

Fay grabbed a baseball cap, slipped it over her head and hopped into the front seat of the van. They were just past the restaurant. She looked in her side mirror. A couple cops with a very tall man in their midst stood outside the eatery.

“Oh, that was great!” she crowed. “Damn, I’d better get a bonus for that one.”

“Was the Chronicle lady there?” Mitzi asked.

“Oh, yeah. But goddamn, took the staff long enough to come over. I almost had to start recycling material.”

“So what did you say?”

Fay took off her cap and smoothed her long, dark hair. “God, I did kind of went far this time. I didn’t just pull the pregnancy thing, I named a gender.” She put the cap back on.

“You what?”

Fay shrugged. “It just slipped out. I was so into the scene, I really don’t remember everything, but suddenly I was talking about the guy’s baby boy. Christ.”

Mitzi giggled. “You are too much.”

“I just hope I was believable. Kind of went over the top. Oh, well, what’s done is done.” She reached for the clipboard on top of the dashboard. “Who’s next on our list tonight?”

“Ah, yes, man, remember the good ol’ days when we had only one job a night?”

Fay chuckled. “You mean last month?”

Mitzy had a dreamy look in her eye. “Yeah.”

Fay pushed on her shoulder. “We were also broke. At least I made my rent this month.”

“Me, too.” Mitzi gestured out the front window. “Who knew there were this many people who wanted revenge on their exes?”

“I had no idea how unhappy the upper classes were.”

Mitzi turned the corner and headed to their office. “Yeah, and we know one specific upper class guy who really isn’t happy right now.”

“I wonder what the girl said after I left.” Fay belly laughed.

Peter Madden’s jaw hurt from clenching it so tightly. The woman had disappeared. He’d run after her, but he’d been too late on the draw. He’d never experienced anything so disturbing in his life. After he made his report to the police—they hadn’t been very interested and he didn’t blame them—he straightened his tie and made his way back to his table.

All eyes were on him; his face grew hot. When he saw the gossip columnist for the local paper, he knew it was all over. This would be in the paper in the morning. He swore inwardly. This was all he needed. After that horrible divorce had splashed him over the papers, he’d hoped he’d be spared another public humiliation. Apparently not.

He knew he couldn’t avoid it, so he stopped briefly at the middle-aged woman’s table. “I didn’t know her. And that’s all I’m going to say on the subject. And if you want access to me in the future, I’d think carefully about what I wrote tonight.” With a cold glare of a warning at her, he turned and walked away before she could respond.

He kicked himself all the way to his table. He just provoked her. Good job, Pete.

Tiffany looked just as he expected her to: wary, upset. Barely covering her simmering fury. Great. No sex tonight, either. What a great night this was shaping up to be.

What the hell? This was the third unpleasant surprise this week. He was used to studying patterns and odds. This incident tonight tipped the scales. Something was going on. Someone was after him. He didn’t know why, but he knew one thing, he would get to the bottom of the problem.

©2011, Michelle Carlyle

Newbie, Part Fifteen and the Conclusion!!!

2011-01-14T08:57:00.000-08:00

Hey Spankos!

Hope all is well with you. I have decided to give you the last two parts of Newbie today which will finish out the 16-parter. I hope you’ve enjoyed it. Next week, we start with a new story. And I have no idea what that will be. But it will be fun.

Just want to give a big shout out to my fans. You guys help me get up in the morning, help me continue writing, you are the reason I am here, writing this stuff and posting it. Soon, I’ll have more books out there for you to enjoy. This year will be a productive one. And I owe it all to you. Without my readers at Discipline and Desire and all my buddies out there in cyberspace, I don’t know what I’d do. Cry. Throw tantrums. Be depressed.

And an especially big shout out to Paul, PK, Jay Flame, Florida Dom, Bonnie at My Bottom Smarts, Dave at Cherry Red Report and all the wonderful people who leave such great comments on this blog. You guys are the BEST!

And of course, without Reesa Roberts at Discipline and Desire, none of this would be possible. If you haven’t joined Discipline and Desire, I urge you to do so. For very little money, you can read full stories from many amazing spanking writers like OTK Romance, Maren, Natty and ME. And the list goes on. Not to mention the fantastic, funny and wonderful artwork of Dave Wolfe.

So again, dear readers, I want to thank you for coming here weekly to read my stuff. Next week a new story!!! Yay!!!!!

You guys ROCK!!!! I love you all, very much!

I hope you have a fabulous weekend!

Michelle

Bill got a predator’s grin on his face and handed her the Punishment dice. “I can’t wait to see what you get here, baby. Five punishments! By the end of this, boy, will you be sorry. I just hope I can make it to the end before I attack you. This is going to be fun.”

She laughed at the glowing pleasure in his gaze. The man was the most awesome lover she’d ever had, always so focused on her joy.

She rolled up onto an elbow and threw the die with the card faces on it that would determine the implement. “Queen again, oh, dear.”

“The leather paddle!” he exclaimed, looking thrilled.

Angela had yet to draw that implement during their games; she wasn’t so sure it was a good thing. She’d been hoping for the riding crop.

“Now let’s see how many I get to give you, roll.”

She rolled the two numerical dice; she got a five and a one. She threw another single die—the multiplier—and got a three. Eighteen was still a pretty formidable number.

“Okay, baby, on your stomach. Here, let’s get that pillow under your hips so I can really get you good.”

He sounded way too happy about this. She hoped he didn’t slip and hit her too hard. Even though that thought turned her on. She loved his dominance. He was such a man’s man.

She got onto all fours; he reached for a down pillow and put it underneath her. She lay on top and got comfortable; her sex throbbing with anticipation. This was going to be extra fun after all those orgasms. She hoped that her earlier paddling wouldn’t diminish her fun. With any luck, her tenderness might even add to her pleasure.

The phone rang from his office. “Let’s ignore that,” he said. He reached into the nightstand drawer and withdrew the leather paddle.

Some man’s voice boomed out from the answering machine; but he was heavily accented and she couldn’t make out the words.

Bill tsked. “Honey, I’ll be right back, I forgot to turn that damn thing down.” He pushed off the bed and left the room.

Angela lay there, her ass high in the air, feeling deliciously naughty and vulnerable. Her sex was wet with lust; her bottom ached for her punishment. What a great day.

Bill’s voice came from his office; he’d picked up the phone? But why? Damn it, it must be important.

Rather than lose her mood, she drifted off into a fantasy where Bill punished her for being bad. He really let her have it with his hand; she got wetter and wetter as the imagined punishment built.

Her breathing grew heavier, she ground her hips into the pillow. When would he come in and really punish her? Stupid phone message.

Bill’s weight on the bed broke her out of her sexy reverie. Her pulse jumped; she couldn’t wait to feel that paddle on her bare butt.

He knelt beside her and locked his arm across her back. Which was weird, he’d never done that before. She wasn’t going anywhere, but maybe he just wanted to heighten their play.

He shifted his weight to one side which meant he was moving his arm back. She braced herself, excited they were back to their games.

Blistering pain to her sit spots awakened every nerve in her body, causing her to howl in anguish. What the hell?

“Bill!” she screamed. “What—“

She couldn’t even get out the rest of the sentence before horrible pain seared her ass. She bellowed in a deafening yowl. He was using the evil punishment paddle on her poor butt!

“That (swat) was (swat) the (swat) watch (swat) repair (swat) guy!” Swat, swat, swat!

She barely heard him over her earsplitting screams.

“Today?” he thundered, punctuating his demand with a horrid spank to her vulnerable butt. “You brought it in today?” Spank, spank, spank!

Angela nearly lost her mind from the excruciating pain. She tried to get away; he responded by wailing on her butt with the paddle in rapid-fire succession. She bellowed, then erupted in sobs.

“I’m sorry!” she cried, gasping for air, trying to control the awe-inspiring pain coming from her rear.

“You lied to me!” Thunderous spank; deafening scream.

He worked her ass with the heinous weapon, nailing the backs of her thighs, her sit spots; the entire area. Her legs shook with pain, her hands clenched the bedspread; her pillow was soaked with her tears.

“Going to Long’s, huh?” Smack! Overwhelming agony. “Watch is going to be ready in two weeks, huh?” Spank, spank, spank.

Convulsing with sobs, she couldn’t catch her breath before he spanked her another one with the torture device. This was the worst. When would he stop!

Again and again the paddle came down on her poor ass; she kicked and wailed and cried and screamed, but nothing would stop him.

One, then the other, he punished her bare cheeks with the flat of the harrowing wooden paddle. The suffering was more than she ever remembered enduring.

His torment went on; sit spots, the sides, her thighs; she couldn’t even get enough air in her lungs to scream.

All at once, he threw the paddle to the floor and took his arm off her back. She collapsed to the bed, sobbing her guts out.

“Get up!” he ordered sharply. “Get up and stand in that corner, now! Do it!”

Blinded by tears, dizzy, her head spinning, she somehow managed to push herself off the bed. She stumbled over to the corner, the movement causing a fresh wave of agony to course through her buns. She braced herself against the wall so she wouldn’t topple over, hot tears streaming down her face.

“Damn you, Angela! What is wrong with you? Why didn’t you just tell me? What the hell is with all this deception? I’m not the enemy here. I’m your husband. Why the hell didn’t you take that thing to the repair shop before today?”

“I f-f-f-forgot it. I brought it to w-w-w-ork and f-f-f-orgot it until you reminded me today,” she cried.

“Damn it. The watch is not this big of a deal. I wouldn’t have punished you for forgetting. You didn’t have to lie to me.”

“You punished me for forgetting the garbage.”

“Yeah, because you slacked off and the cat destroyed it and you’d lied to me about putting it away. It’s the lies, honey, the lies I hate. And all this deception. I’m not an ogre, you could have come to me. But instead, you act like some child and lie to me about going to Long’s. No wonder you didn’t have any bags when you got back. I noticed but figured you had the stuff in your purse. You didn’t even go. You went to work and brought the watch to the repair shop.”

“I’m sorry!” she wailed. “I didn’t want you to be mad at me! I can’t stand it when you’re mad at me!”

“So you lied and made me more mad? You aren’t making any sense!”

She had nothing else to say that wouldn’t get her in more trouble. He was right. She should have come to him. “I just hate disappointing you.”

“Lying to me disappoints me more than forgetting. I know you get busy at work, that’s all you had to say.”

“I’m sorry.”

“Just don’t freaking lie to me, Angela. It erodes the trust of the relationship.”

“I’m sorry.”

“You’d better be. Now instead of a nice afternoon, you’re being punished. When are you going to learn?”

“Right now.”

He stifled a chuckle. She knew he felt keeping up his stern act was important during punishments, but the way she said “right now” must have hit his funny bone. Which was good. If he was laughing, it meant he probably wouldn’t spank her again.

“Now you stay here and think about how bad you were.” He sighed heavily. “I’m going to go have a beer and try to calm down and forgive you.”

He left the room. Her tears subsided, but the aching sharpness to her buns wouldn’t. There would be no sitting in her future for long while.

Darn it, why didn’t she tell him? Why did she set this idiocy in motion? She hated his punishments, but even worse, she hated it when he was mad at her.

She sighed, wondering if he would get sick of her games and dump her. Which made tears sting her eyes again. Oh, this was miserable. Why didn’t she just tell him the truth? Next time, she would.

She had no idea how long she stood there before he came back. An hour at least. Her back hurt, her legs were tired, she was miserable by the time he walked into the room.

“Okay, on all fours on the bed now,” he rasped, his voice low and threatening.

She turned to look at him, wondering if he was going to spank her again. When she saw the lustful edge to his gaze, she relaxed. A second later, hope sprang within her. Was she going to get sex?

“Get over here, now,” he ordered.

She rushed over to him and climbed up on the bed on her hands and knees.

“End of the bed. Scoot down here.”

She obeyed quickly. He lightly ran his hands over her sore cheeks and down her aching thighs. While her skin was a bit raw, his touch felt divine. He stroked the inside of her thighs, igniting her clit. She got wet, fast. Again and again, he stroked her thighs, her burning buns.

“Oh, God, I love the sight of your bruised ass,” he said, his voice thick with longing. “Your tear-stained cheeks, that look of remorse in your eyes.” He ran his hand up her thigh until he hit Ground Zero. She jerked. He ran a finger around her clit, she started breathing heavily. “You like that, don’t you? My bad girl. Likes having her little clit teased. I’m gonna tease it all right. Tease you.”

He increased his pace, circling her clit faster and faster; she cried out with tortured hunger.

All at once, he stabbed into her sex with his proud tool, bottoming out on her g-spot, rocketing her so close to the edge, she yelled, “No! I don’t want come! Not yet!”

“Oh, but you will, baby,” he said, thrusting inside her deeply.

“Oh, Bill, I love you!” she screamed, her sex exploding into an earth-shattering, brain-melting orgasm. She punched the bed, shuddering, her body quaking, her mind a swirling mass of pain and pleasure, mostly pleasure.

“You will obey me, woman!” he commanded, plowing her depths. “I am your master!” He pulled out and slid back inside fast, she squealed with joy. “You don’t lie to me!” A fierce jab, his hips slapped her sore butt, sending shockwaves through her sex. She was right back to the edge again. “You obey me, and tell me the truth!” He thrust into her hard, again and again, launching her into another world; one of pure feeling and rapture.

Her sex detonated in a series of incredible orgasms. She pushed back against him, arching her back, delighting in the feel of his length inside her.

His hands around her waist, he pulled her back while throwing himself forward, slamming her full on, faster and faster. She rode with him all the way to the edge. When he released, he yelled something completely unintelligible, she wailed at the top of her lungs; exulting in the excruciating pleasure he brought her.

When he pulled out, she fell over onto the bed, working hard to get her breath back while tantalizing quivers of ecstasy rippled throughout her.

Bill collapsed next to her, bringing her close and crushing her in a sweaty embrace. Kissing the side of her face and nuzzling her, he said, “You’ll be a good girl from now on, won’t you, baby?”

She nodded. “Yes. Anything to avoid that paddle and your disappointment in me.”

“Good girl. I don’t want to be spanking you for anything other than fun. But you got me really fired up today, honey. Please don’t do that again. I need to trust you.”

“I won’t ever betray your trust again. I’ll just tell you if I screw up and forget something.”

“Good girl.”

Inwardly, she wondered if she’d ever be able to be completely straight with him. As she rubbed her painful ass, she hoped so. But knowing her and her past, it wasn’t going to be easy.

©2010, Michelle Carlyle

Newbie, Part Fourteen

2011-01-07T08:44:00.000-08:00

Hey Spanky Humans!

Hope all is well with you guys, here’s the next chapter of Newbie, soon to be found in Bottoms Up.

Take care,
Michelle

Bill pulled away and smiled down at her. “I’d like to start all over again, but I was in the middle of getting ready to mow the lawns.”

He pulled up his pants, she did the same, wincing as the rough material of the waistband rubbed past her still sizzling butt.

He kissed her on the cheek, reached down, grabbed the paddle and left the room. He returned a second later. “Oh, I know what I meant to ask. When you dropped off my watch at the repair shop, did you remember to tell the guy about the new band I wanted?”

“Sure,” she said quickly.

He examined her eyes for a second, opened his mouth to say something, but shut it and shook his head. “Good. Good. Did he say when it would be done?”

“He’s got a big back-up, probably a couple weeks. Maybe sooner.”

“Good, good, okay. I’ll be outside, honey, if you need me.”

“Oh, I have to stop by Long’s Drugs for some lotion and girl stuff. I’ll be gone about ten or fifteen minutes.”

“Okay, baby. Take your car, I just washed mine, I want it to dry.”

“Okay.”

She waited until she heard the mower’s engine roar to life and flew down the hallway to the bedroom. Grabbing her keys, she raced for her car. It was Saturday, hopefully that stupid watch repair shop would be open.

Damn this! She’d written a note to herself the week before to take his watch to the repair shop—which was next door to her work—but had forgotten it. That happened four days in a row. When she finally remembered to bring it to work, she’d put it in her drawer and forgot about it again. Even though there were three reminder notes on her desk. She must have gotten a block about it.

She drove to work—a bit chagrined to find that sitting in her car wasn’t very pleasant on her tender ass—got the watch and took it next door to the watch repair place. The man said it would be done by the next week, just perfectly on her time schedule. She even remembered to tell him to replace the band—she was so proud of herself. She drove home; Bill was mowing the front lawn when she pulled up.

Angela got out, totally relieved everything was taken care of.

Bill waved and continued his work, she was stoked she’d covered her tracks. No more horrible paddle for her!

At lunch, Bill began to eye her. And in a very lustful way.

She smiled at her handsome husband’s evil smile. “What?”

“I want to play this afternoon. Dice.”

A thrill went through her; her clit throbbed. “But I thought you were going to play basketball with the guys.”

“Got cancelled. I got a different kind of ball game I want to play. You got me all revved up this morning. Do you want to?”

“Duh. So… are we going to play Punishment/Reward?”

“I was thinking, yes. Then maybe go out for a nice dinner at the Van’s?”

“Oooo, steak!”

He laughed. “You and your steak addiction.”

“I like meat,” she said, winking at him. “Yours especially.”

“Okay, baby, let me take a shower and then I’ll call for you when I’m ready.”

Later, they were both naked on their bed; she rolled a die with card markings on top of her nightstand. “Oooh, Queen means vibrating dildo. Oh, man.”

“Little girl is going to get punished fast in this game. Roll to see how many thrusts.”

Angela rolled the two normal dice; she got a four and a three.

“Now the multiplier,” he said.

She rolled a five. “Oh, man. I’m losing this one. Thirty-five thrusts? What happens if I come twice?”

“You get punished twice.”

“Oh, dear.”

A sly grin on his face, Bill grabbed the vibrating toy from the box. “Okay girlie, on your back, legs spread. Let’s get this party started.”

Eagerly anticipating the fun, she rolled onto her back and opened her legs to her husband. He lay down next to her, turned on the plaything and slowly slipped it inside her very wet and receptive sex. She gripped the comforter in both hands and began breathing heavily. She did not want to come more than once. She knew the orgasm was inevitable, but stemming the “damage” would prevent double or triple punishments. Even though the “punishments” were equally as enjoyable. Of course, today with her ass so tender, the punishments could prove a bit more painful.

Bill pushed the toy inside her all the way to the hilt. When it hit her g-spot, she gasped. “Oh, dear, oh, dear, please don’t come, please don’t come.”

The buzzing caused reverberations of bliss to race through her. This was fun!

A huge grin on his face, he said, “One.”

Thirty-four more, no way!

He slid the toy out, then back in. Her toes curled, her orgasm built.

With a wicked glint in his eye, he thrust the toy, in and out, fast, making full-on love to her with the clever device.

On “seven” she erupted into a powerful climax; crying out, bucking up against his hand and the toy; shuddering with delight.

Bill chuckled. “Oh, baby, are you in for it.”

After the delicious sensations abated, he began tormenting her with the toy once more. By the end of it, she came five times, was covered in sweat and could barely get a thought straight in her head. She lay back against the pillowed softness of the king-sized bed; her extremities tingling with satisfaction.

©2011, Michelle Carlyle

Newbie, Part Thirteen

2010-12-31T11:24:00.000-08:00

Happy New Year To My Spanky Friends!

Hey guys, how are you all? I’m doing well. Had a fantastic Christmas with the family and I’m looking forward to the new year. I have PROMISED myself I will publish five plus spanking books this year. Hopefully, in the next couple months. I know I keep making these promises, but man, I get so busy. But I must make time for the books!

I hope you guys are all doing fun things tonight. I’m so tired, the Hubby and I are staying in and probably going to bed early. Like maybe right now. I didn’t even want to get up. I swear, all I want to do is hibernate this time of year.

Okay, so onto NEWBIE, soon to be found in Bottoms Up.

Hugs to all of you wonderful people and I wish you the best for the New Year!!

Michelle

Bill towered above her, a deep frown etching his handsome features. He spun the evil wooden paddle in his hands. “Bend it over, honey.” He jerked his head towards the kitchen island.

Angela held up her hands in a defensive gesture, bouncing in place. “But Bill, I swear, I was going to take out the garbage, I got distracted.”

His thick dark brows furrowed to form one large disapproving eyebrow. “Did you or did you not agree to be punished for lying? You told me you’d done it.”

“I did, almost. I mean, it was… I just… Oh, hell. Okay, okay. I guess I didn’t think you were completely serious about lies about garbage. I didn’t know you meant all lies.”

“Lies are lies! You left the bag in the garage and the cat tore into it last night. All you had to do was go another twenty feet and put the damn bag in the can. Then you lied to me and said you’d done it when I asked. I don’t get this.”

“Well, see, I was… I got distracted. Well, and I’d just done my nails and I hate that lid to the can and—“

“So instead of talking to me about it so I could get a better lid for the garbage can and make it easier on you, you just blew off the entire chore and lied to me about it.”

“Well, I emptied all the wastebaskets.”

He pointed dramatically towards the counter. “Bend it over!”

“But Bill, I—“

“Okay, that’s it, pants down,” he added with a menacing look in his eye.

“But, Bill, I—“

“Angela.” It was one word, but the deadly tone he used made it clear he’d reached his limit.

“Okay,” she replied. She reluctantly unbuttoned her jeans, unzipped them and took them down to her thighs. She left her panties up in hopes he’d just let her leave them there.

“Panties, too.”

Well, there went that little fantasy.

She pushed her undies down to mid-thigh and bent over the kitchen counter and screwed up her face in anticipation of the swats.

“You know if you just admitted to what you did, this would have been two pops over your jeans. But since you went on and on about how this wasn’t your fault and that lies about garbage don’t count—knowing full well they do—you’re getting five on this bare ass of yours.”

She turned to him, her mouth open. “Five!”

His blue gaze narrowed. “You want more?”

“No,” she replied quickly.

“Okay, then, count for me.”

He stood next to her, out of her peripheral she saw him wind up. She closed her eyes and clenched her fists.

She heard a slight whoosh; blinding pain scorched her bare behind. Bill was really putting his all into this! This was terrible!

“Count!”

“One!” she cried.

Whoosh-thwack! Searing pain roasted her ass. She cried out, then remembered to count. “Two!”

Every muscle tensed as she anticipated the next blow. The impact was severe, thrusting her hips against the cold cabinetry of the kitchen island. White-hot pain blasted through her. Every nerve jangled, tears stung her eyes. “Three!”

He grunted softly with the next strike; throwing his entire shoulder into the blow. Her body was propelled against the counter; her knees almost buckled from the pain.

“Four!”

The last smack was awesome; harrowing and exacting, incinerating her poor overwhelmed behind. “Five!”

She slumped against the counter, breathing hard to control the throbbing agony.

“Next time, take the damn garbage out and don’t lie to me,” he clipped out at her.

“I will, I promise.”

“Good.” He rubbed a hand over her fiery buns. “Damn this. Every time I see your reddened ass bent over, I lose my mind.”

The paddle clattered to the floor, startling her. She turned around, he’d unzipped his jeans, his hard tool was in his hand, a dark and intensely lustful look of hunger on his handsome face.

He spun her back around, bent her over further, slipping a hand down her front until he reached her sex. Teasing her clit with his supple fingers sent shock waves of desire rippling throughout her sex. Her ass throbbed, the stinging fueling her drive. She spread her legs further apart, arching her back so her ass stuck out more.

Growling deep in his throat, he thrust a finger inside her; he groaned when he found her so wet.

While her body responded to his masterful lovemaking, her brain argued with her. This was not the message she wanted to send him! She should be angry with him, not bending over and submitting to him right after he spanked her.

All those thoughts were obliterated when he circled her hard nub with a talented finger. Crying out, she reached behind her to grab hold of his steely member.

He gasped, knocked her hand away, and pushed himself inside her, pressing hard into her special zone of joy. Moaning loudly, she bit her fist, pounding the other against the granite countertop, trying to stave off her orgasm. Bill plowed into her ruthlessly; she delighted in every stabbing thrust; wanting more and more of him; deeper, harder, faster.

She lost all sense of place and time; spinning in a fog of want. She pictured his tool, his handsome face, his broad shoulders, his rounded pecs, the dark triangle of hair on his beefy chest; all of which sent her over the edge. Her mind and body blasted apart as she came; she pushed back against him, taking him even more deeply inside her.

Bill dug his fingers into her hips and jack-hammered inside her, pummeling her g-spot into his submission. His movements became more frantic as he built to his release; she moved in time to his rhythm, accommodating him, inviting him inside her as far as he could get.

Yelling, he shook, jerked and shuddered, throwing himself into her as he came; sending her right over the edge into another climax. She collapsed against the counter, spent, tired and satiated; he finished his final thrusts, then withdrew.

He slapped her ass a couple times, and bit her neck at the perfect spot, shocking her into another mini-orgasm. She cried out which transformed into a soft moan. She dropped her head to her arms, dizzy and out-of-breath. But very, very happy.

He rubbed her back and petted her head. “You okay, baby?”

“Yes,” she replied in an exhausted tone.

He laughed. “You don’t sound okay.”

“I will be.”

“Damn it, I don’t want to reward you. But when you submit to me, your bare ass bent over, the contrite look on your face—I can’t stand it. I have to have you. Even though I was pretty mad at you, I can’t stop myself. God, I love you, honey.”

He pulled her up off the counter, turned her around and kissed her. Waves of desire coursed through her. What this man could do with a kiss!

©2010, Michelle Carlyle

Newbie, Parts Eleven and Twelve

2010-12-19T09:25:00.001-08:00

Hey Cyber Friends!

Happy holidays to you all! Wow, am I busy! With shopping, parties, the whole shebang, but life is good. I am so thankful for all my friends, for my fans, my husband and my home, I can’t tell you. When I think about how crappy things were last year at this time, I can’t believe how much better our lives are now. Hubby loves his job, I love mine, we get to keep our house and everything is finally stable. So for those of you who are suffering through bad times, take it from me, things do get better. And when your life finally turns around, boy, do you appreciate it!

I will not be posting next week due to massive Christmas stuff. I have 20 million people coming for Christmas Eve and about 10 million coming for Christmas Day. But I’m not complaining. I can’t wait to have all these great people destroying, I mean, partying in my house! Yay!!! Christmas!!!

But since we have no New Years plans (Hubby has to work on the 31st) I will be posting on the 31st. So I will see you all then!

Here is the next part of Newbie, soon to be found in Bottoms Up!

Hugs and love to you all,
Michelle

“Honey, I’m going to carry you into the bedroom. Normally, I’d make you stand in that corner for awhile, but this was the most severe I’ve ever punished anyone. Because you deserved it and needed a strong wake-up call. No one ever blew it like this with me. And you’re just not like this. Anyway, your punishment is over and done with and I forgive you.”

Which prompted her to sob with relief.

“Honey, honey, it’s okay,” he said. He picked her up, gathered her into his arms and cradled her. “I won’t hold anything against you, I won’t mention my credit rating again. I am going to leave this issue like it’s handled and we’re going to move on.”

She sobbed harder; so relieved. So happy. She’d blown it and now it was all over and they were moving on. No more guilt, only hard work to make sure the problem didn’t happen again. This was good.

Even though she’d never felt more pain coming from her buns before. Luckily, she’d heal. And in the process heal her bad habits. It was time to grow up.

Thank God for this man.

He picked her up—she still felt boneless—and carried her to their bedroom.

He gently lay her down on the bed. “Turn over and lay on your tummy, honey. I’m gonna go get an icepack and some aspirin.”

Lost in endorphins rushing to her aid, she did as she was told. She floated away, somewhere between residual pain and warm rushes that coursed throughout her body.

She jumped when he laid an icepack on her bare rear. After a second, it felt good. Very good.

“Here, take these, honey,” he said, offering her two aspirin and a bottle of cold water. She eagerly took the medicine, then lay back down, dizzy and exhausted.

“Dinner’s on it’s way, I called out for Chinese.”

Her nausea had begun to subside, food sounded pretty good. Especially food she didn’t have to cook. Still, she didn’t deserve this special treatment.

“I feel guilty,” she croaked. She drank some more water. “Guilty, you’re being too nice to me.”

“I couldn’t be nicer to you, honey. That was only a wake-up call, I wasn’t being mean to you. I was setting limits.”

“I just…”

“We’re done with that. Move on. You’re hurting and I’m going to help you.”

“Thank you.”

“You’re welcome, baby.”

The doorbell rang. Bill disappeared and returned ten minutes later with two plates of steaming hot food. He set one down on the bed. “You aren’t gonna want to sit. Eat right there.”

“Okay,” she said. She began to eat and didn’t stop. She was famished. He vacuumed up his food pretty fast too.

He took her plate and set them on their dressed. He returned to the bed, lay beside and petted her head. “I love you, honey.”

“I love you, too.”

He leaned in and kissed her. The residual pain plus his magnificent kiss ignited a flame of desire in her sex. All at once it hit her. Her entire body hummed with excitement; the punishment’s delayed effect on her libido. Atomic-powered lust exploded within her. Her deep-seated passion for submission; the way her body glowed now from the punishment in conjunction with sharp notes of lingering pain caused her hormones to jump into over-drive. She wanted him inside her. Hard and fast and punishing, she wanted him to make love to her.

Tuned into her, Bill ran a hand over her hot rear and dropped a hand between her legs; smiling into her mouth when he found his prize so wet.

He slid his finger inside her; tantalizing sensations rocketed through her. Dizzy, her head fell to the pillow; she ground her hips against the mattress.

Bill withdrew from her sex and gently pushed her onto her back. When her sizzling skin touched the silky material of the comforter, a shock went through her nether-regions; the spanking’s effect juicing her sex drive full-on. She fell back into a lake of want, floating in pure desire.

He moved her legs apart and settled in, gazing at her sex, his eyes alight with lust. He pushed her tender folds aside, his dexterous and very long tongue touched her engorged nub. Her entire body jerked upwards; it was like she’d stuck her clit in a light socket of joy. Just as electric pulses of pain raced through her body during her punishment, now it was electric pulses of longing. Crazy hunger gripped her entire being.

Bill carefully teased her folds; slowly, sweetly making her whole system sing. Quickly she climbed the ladder of nirvana; her orgasm building fast.

He launched an exquisite torrent of licks on her tiny head; her entire consciousness blew apart. Screaming, quaking, writhing, bucking, she scissored his head, grabbing him, rubbing herself against his mouth. Wringing every last bit of feeling out of the climax.

Her womb spasmed for the longest time; sending charges of delight through her clit. She fell back against the softness of the bed, basking in the hot afterglow of one of the best orgasms of her life.

Bill climbed on top, gently eased her legs apart and slipped his gigantic tool inside her.

Immediately, her body came alive; she was right back on that precipice of coming. Throwing her head back against the pillows, she squealed with yips of rapture; each thrust causing her to exclaim her bliss and love of her husband.

Surrendering, submitting to him, Bill grabbed her wrists and pinned them to the bed, driving inside her, faster and faster. His gaze dark and feral; each thrust was aimed perfectly to elicit the perfect response in her. He never missed his target. Closer and closer she rose to the climax, abruptly blasting into a hellacious orgasm.

Her screams turned to rasps, her throat worn out from her punishment. He continued to plow her depths; his thrusts growing more violent, his teeth gritted, his face red. She allowed herself to take the ride with him, building again toward ecstasy.

His body jerked frantically against her with his release; pummeling her g-spot, causing her to burst into a bomb of an orgasm; bucking up against him, allowing him inside her as far as he could get. He hammered her, again and again, gradually decreasing until his last thrusts were gentle and loving.

He let go of her wrists, fell beside her, gathering her into his arms. “God I love you, baby,” he said in a harsh whisper, his voice urgent.

“I love you,” she croaked hoarsely. “Can’t… talk.”

Crushing her to him, he kissed the side of her face. “I’ll get my baby some wine. You want wine?”

She nodded, but clung to him.

“You want me to stay for a bit first?”

She hugged him harder.

They stayed in an embrace, their sweat-slicked bodies slippery and hot against each other. He kissed her neck and face, nuzzling her, cuddling her.

Even though the length of his body was pressed against hers, she began to get cold.

“You cold, baby?” he asked a second after she noticed.

“Yeah,” she whispered.
“Here, you get under the covers, I’m gonna go get us some drinks.” He slipped out of her grip and lifted the covers for her. The room spinning, she somehow got under the covers, collapsing on her side.

What a work out!

Bill laughed. “You look half-dead, honey.”

“I am,” she whispered, closing her eyes.

A while later, she felt his weight on the bed, a rush of cold air blasted her sweaty body as he climbed in next to her.

“Here, baby, I got you a mimosa.”

Her eyes flew open, she eagerly reached for the tall glass of orange bliss, causing him to chuckle. “Well, that made you come alive.”

The cool, bubbly sweet liquid slid down her parched throat, putting out the fire within. The scent of orange and champagne filled her senses; the coolness in her belly felt wonderful.

“Mmmmm,” she said, taking another long draw.

Her brain began to percolate again. She sat up next to him; a wave of pain from her tender ass caused her to wince. “Wow, that’s sore.”

He smiled. “Yeah, and it will be for a long time, baby. You’ll need a new chair at work.”

“Oh, God, work! I’ll have to come up with some excuse.”

“You fell on the back patio, slipping after you watered.”

“Good one.”

“Or you could just say your husband spanked you because you ruined his credit rating.”

She shook her head. “Uh, no.”

“I’m sorry, I said I wasn’t going to mention that again.”

She intertwined her legs with his. “No worries, baby.”

“You learn your lesson?” He rubbed her back gently.

“Uh, yeah.”
“I hope I never have to do that to you again.”

“Me, too.”

He brushed some red hair out of her eyes. “So how are you going to make sure it doesn’t happen again?”

“I’m going to make a chart of all my expenses and set up a calendar so I never forget again.”

He smiled, his entire handsome face lit up. “Good girl. That’s a great idea.”

“I’m glad you approve.”

“Maybe this isn’t the time, but I wanted to bring up something.”

“Uh, oh.”

“There have been some times recently where you… well, got kinda lazy. You know when we were cleaning the garage the other day? And you pretended to go inside to get something?”

“Damn.”

He laughed. “Honey, I’m getting to know you and your little games. Now in the future, I want to spank you for those. Not at all like today. Maybe one or two pops with the paddle, depending on the infraction, over your pants. Or if I really catch you slacking off, maybe panties off. I’ll determine that at the time.”

“I don’t like it, but I’ll submit to it. I don’t like disappointing you. I’d like to stop my sneaky childish ways. I mean, it’s embarrassing when you bring it up like that. You work so hard and are so meticulous and together… I’ve just…”

“You’re just not working up to your potential.”

“No, I’m not. And I know that.” She nodded, warming to the idea. She could totally take one or two pops with that dreadful thing. “Hopefully there will come a time where you won’t ever need to do that. Only during sex.”

He smiled and took her glass from her hand and set it on the nightstand. He brought her to him and kissed her. “I love you, baby.”

“I love you, Bill.”

©2010, Michelle Carlyle

Newbie, Part Ten

2010-12-12T12:51:00.000-08:00

Hey Guys and Gals!

Sorry I didn’t post on Friday, I was super busy from the time I woke up until I collapsed in bed at night. Same for Saturday. This was the first chance I’ve had. Christmas has completely eaten my life. CRAZY.

So here’s the continuation of Newbie, soon to be found in Bottoms Up. Next week, I may be late as well, I’m having ten people for dinner and will be insane. Well, more insane than normal. And then I’m going to skip a week because I have 28 people coming to my house Christmas Eve and will not have the bandwidth for blogging. But I’ll post a bigger chunk next weekend to compensate.

I hope you’re all doing fine and dandy and are happy. And are being spanked or are spanking deserving behinds regularly.

Hugs and love to you,
Michelle

Angela turned, wishing she hadn’t looked into his face. Bill was still furious with her. She walked by him, her eyes down and that’s when she saw the wooden paddle in his hand.

The paddle seemed gigantic. While it was about eighteen inches long, the business end about five inches across and at least a half an inch thick, it seemed like it was six feet long and as wide as the dining table. She’d never seen anything scarier.

“Y-y-you’re going to,” she gulped, “s-spank me with THAT?”

“You bet your hurt little ass I am. This punishment is for you, not me. My hand couldn’t take seventy-five of the kind I want to give you. And no, you won’t be sitting for some time.”

She began to cry. Her tears had no effect on him.

“Get in there and stop dawdling.”

Somehow she managed to walk into the living room. If she hadn’t been naked, she would have run for the door. And kept running.

“Over to the couch.”

Bill walked past her and sat down on their large leather couch. She reluctantly walked over to him. He leaned back and gestured for her to lie down across his lap. Her whole body shook with fear as she lowered herself down.

Bill took his time settling her. He adjusted her hips, his knee, getting her into the perfect position. He locked his arm across her back and pinned her legs with one of his.

“You try to get away and I start all over. You will take this because you deserve it. Now I’m giving you seventy-five. And each one is going to hurt like nothing else ever has.”

He moved to one side as he brought his arm back. She heard a whoosh and then her buns exploded with pain. She yelped, her toes curling, her whole body tensed. How the hell could she take seventy-four more like this? He paused a moment and let the ripples of pain echo throughout her body. Horrible.

Bill let her have it again. She shrieked, her butt burning with agony she’d never felt before in her life. He let the pain do its work, then smacked her again. She cried out, kicking her legs.

“No moving!” he ordered, punctuating his demand with a thunderous spank to her rear with his evil paddle.

She yowled. Bill got into an awful rhythm with his punishment. He worked her poor ass from top to bottom scorching her ass like he was branding it with a red-hot waffle iron. He wailed on the top, then fired into her sit spots.

The agony was unbelievable. White spots danced in her vision, she was so close to puking it wasn’t funny. She howled and cried and bellowed, but Bill didn’t skip a beat. He was doing a job, a job he took very seriously. None of the tenderness he normally displayed was evident tonight. He was punishing her all right. She’d never experienced anything so horrendous in her life.

And yet, the entire time, she knew she’d caused this. She’d walked right into it. She made this happen. She’d hurt him and their credit and their future and now she was being punished for it.

Bill put his entire body and shoulder into his strikes; each one caused her entire body to jump. She was bent so far over, her ass so high, each strike was excruciating.

Thwack! The flat of the paddle was so large, it impacted both buns at once; jolting her system with electric shocks of agony.

He allowed the paddle to travel a bit, up and down, roasting her poor butt. He spanked her sit spots, her upper thighs and the top of her ass, obliterating the entire area with torturous smacks.

Blistering pain coursed through her; her body convulsed with sobs and poured with sweat.

Soon, she couldn’t reflect on the experience, or get a thought straight in her head, she couldn’t do anything but cry and wail. Every nerve was on fire, her fists balled, her entire body shook, tears poured from her eyes.

Finally, she surrendered to her fate. It was no use kicking or balling her fists or tensing up. He wouldn’t stop. It didn’t help with the pain. She allowed herself to drape across his lap, limp as a noodle. Besides, there no fight left in her. She’d just take it. She deserved it and she’d take it.

Not long afterwards, he said, “Seventy-five!” and threw the paddle aside. She almost didn’t notice. The pain was so overwhelming; his spanks lingered on. The pain was still excruciating. She lay there moaning and crying softly, half-dead.

“Good girl,” he said as if he were talking from one end of a long tube. Her hearing was a bit wonky; she’d deafened herself during the event.

“You took that, honey. I’m proud of you. You took it well. You didn’t fight me, you didn’t threaten me, you didn’t beg me to stop, you just took it. Good girl. You may have let yourself down before, but you aren’t now. You know you needed this to stop. You needed me to help you intervene before you really hurt us. You took this because you know you deserved it. And I’m really happy that you saw what you did was wrong and didn’t try to run away from the blame.”

He gently placed a hand on her burning buns, she jerked from the contact. The pain had just slightly begun to ease. She was so bruised and sensitive, it wasn’t funny. Just his light touch hurt.

“Easy, easy, baby, easy. I got you bad here.” He rubbed her butt and the pain began to melt.

“Honey, I’m going to carry you into the bedroom. Normally, I’d make you stand in that corner for awhile, but this was the most severe I’ve ever punished anyone. Because you deserved it and needed a strong wake-up call. No one ever blew it like this with me. And you’re just not like this. Anyway, your punishment is over and done with and I forgive you.”

She sobbed with relief.

©2010, Michelle Carlyle

Newbie, Part Nine

2010-12-03T08:01:00.000-08:00

Hey Cyber Buddies!

I’m here! On time and everything! Wow! I hope this post finds you all doing well. I am almost done with my Christmas shopping. A couple more things and then that’s it. Yay! My house looks like elves came in and destroyed it. Wrapping and decorations are everywhere. I hope to contain the mess soon. But I got the tree up, the outside lights up, all I need to do is a few things and I’m ready. And then maybe I’ll get back to work. Been taking a break from writing for the past couple weeks. Just need some downtime. Of course, “downtime” means getting Christmas ready and cleaning all the closets out and cleaning off the kitchen sideboards. It is time to purge! I’ve never been one to sit around much. In fact, I need to learn how to relax more. Plus this week, Hubby has been getting up at 5:30 and so have I. Which is way too early for me. I’m nearly dead today.

So here’s the story, soon to be found in Bottoms Up!, one of three books I hope to have done soon. My plate is so full, I wish I had time for everything. Especially getting my books out!

Hope all is well with you and yours and happy spanking!

Love,
Michelle

Angela drove around the block one more time, shaking, sweating, dreading going home. Bill was waiting for her to punish her. Her first real punishment. He’d warned her, they’d talked about it, she’d gone against his advice and broken her promise to him. And, in the process, managed to rack up late charges on three of her credit cards. Not only that, now that they were married, she’d done damage to Bill’s pristine credit rating. She had to admit, she’d blown it big time.

But she still didn’t want to face the consequences. The night they got engaged, he told her about Domestic Discipline and that he was a great believer in it. At the time—they’d just had awesome sex and he’d introduced her to the fun riding crop—it sounded like a good idea. Her insurance had almost gotten cancelled three times due to lack of payment, she’d thought maybe a little help from her new hunky mate would encourage her to get her crap together. Besides, she figured she’d never disappoint him. She was too in love with him and had too much respect for him.

Of course, after the four-month engagement period and their first six months of marriage, she’d sort of forgotten that she’d agreed to being punished for her transgressions. And she’d also started to lax off and resume her normal modus operandi, which meant she’d let some things go. She had a million excuses why she’d hadn’t paid her bills on time; all of them lame. When he’d confronted her the night before, as her reasons spilled off her tongue, upon hearing them, even she couldn’t argue that any of them were valid. It was all so frustrating. She already felt bad for hurting his credit rating—something she hadn’t even considered as a consequence to her actions. She’d been single for eight years; she’d forgotten that marriage meant that when one party screwed up their credit, it affected the other party.

His expression harsh, he’d told her that the next night would be Punishment Night. He purposefully told her in advance so she’d worry all day. He wanted it to be the first and last time he spanked her for real. He wanted her to anticipate it. He’d even sent her text messages during the day, reminding her how much it would hurt. And why he was doing it to her.

She had to admit, his technique had worked. She’d barely been able to concentrate at work, she’d nibbled at lunch but couldn’t get much food down. And now, she was a complete nervous wreck. She vividly remembered the two spanks he’d delivered on her poor ass when he showed her what a punishment spanking would be like. Highly unpleasant. And tonight he promised her many, many more just like those. One for each point he’d lost on his credit rating. And he’d lost seventy-five points.

She drove around the block once more. Her cell phone rang in her purse. She knew who it was. She’d left the office forty-five minutes before, it only took a half an hour to drive home and he’d called her right before she left.

She reluctantly answered the phone. Of course, it was him. “Where are you?”

“Uh…”

“Driving around the block?”

“I… oh, hell.”

“Angela,” his voice a near growl.

“I’m coming.”

“Good.” Click.

Her heart beating so hard in her chest, she could barely breathe, she turned the car around and drove home. She stepped out of her car and nearly fell over, her legs were so wobbly. Light-headed, she somehow made it up the walk and into the house. Bill wasn’t in the entry hall.

“In here,” he called out from the dining room.

She put her purse down on the entry hall table and hung up her coat on the coat rack by the door.

“Angela?” he said, sounding impatient.

“I’m coming,” she said glumly.

She walked into the dining room, he stood there, looking much taller than his six feet four inches. His beefy arms crossed, he was all long dark hair and formidable glowing blue eyes. His mustached mouth was drawn down in a frown; his dark brows furrowed. She gulped; her pulse pounded in her ears.

His strong jaw tight, he said, “We start the punishment now. You can eat later. I want you to stand over here in the corner. You’ll notice I have two pieces of paper taped up here on the walls. One of my credit rating before we got married and one from after.”

“I’m… sorry… is not going to cut it.”

“Nope. Over here now.”

She shuffled over to him.

“I want you to stand here and stare at these papers. I want you to realize what you cost me. Cost us. We were thinking of taking out a loan to do the remodel, now we’ll be paying a higher percentage rate. You do realize that, right?”

“No. I mean, yeah. I mean, no I hadn’t really thought about all the consequences.”

“Well, think about them now. Look at that. I’m no longer an 856, I’ve been dropped to 771. That’s seventy-five points, Angela. And I warned you how many times that your bills would be late?”

She looked at her feet, her face hot with shame. “At least five or six times you told me.”

“This will not happen again.”

“No, it won’t.”

“And my little lesson here is going to ensure that you remember to pay your bills on time. Don’t look at the floor, look at these numbers.”

Sighing, tears welling in her eyes, she looked up at the numbers.

“Don’t cry yet, save those tears, you’re going to need them.”

Her pulse pounded in her ears; her stomach twisted painfully. She’d never been in this situation before. Everyone kind of let her get away with her bad behavior, pretty much her whole life. Sure it cost her hassles and money and time, but… she’d never felt this bad about her lack of discipline before. She’d never had consequences like this, either. Never been in a relationship with someone so together. Some part of her was starting to want to be punished, just so she could get rid of the overwhelming guilt. She’d never meant to hurt Bill. Of course, she’d started to ignore his warnings, just like she ignored her bills and all the other details she let slip. She didn’t want to do this anymore.

“I want you to stand here and look at these papers for a good long time and think about how bad you were. And I want you to realize how much your spanking is going to hurt. I want you to worry, to anticipate it. I want you to be so scared and upset by this whole thing, that the lesson is burned into your mind as well as your butt. You get me?”

“Yes, Bill.”

“Now to keep your mind on what’s going to happen to you, I’m going pull your slacks and panties down to your knees. I want your ass bare here, I want you to think about how badly it’s going to hurt soon. I want you to feel vulnerable.” He reached around, unbuttoned her pants, unzipped them and pulled them down to her knees. He took her panties and drew them down as well.

He was right. She did feel vulnerable. And ashamed. Being half-dressed provided that extra little bit of horror to the whole scene. This was unpleasant to say the least.

“Now I’m gonna leave you here and I’m not telling you for how long. You won’t know when your punishment will start. You just wait until I’m ready.”

“Yes, Bill.”

“Okay then. Start thinking.”

He turned and walked out of the room. Embarrassed, ashamed, guilty, Angela had never been put in such a horrid situation before. This was terrible. The anticipation of her punishment, Bill being so angry at her, it was all so awful. Why the hell hadn’t she paid her bills? Was she this stupid? This self-destructive? She’d ruined Bill’s credit rating, all due to her… what? Laziness? Why didn’t she pay them? What was wrong with her?

The clock ticked behind her on the wall, the neighbor pulled up into his driveway, and yet still Bill did not walk into the dining room. Minutes passed. A half an hour. Her legs got tired; she was so nervous about her spanking, she could barely stand it. Her lower lip trembled; tears rolled down her cheeks. This was torture!

After the longest hour of her life, Bill walked into the room.

“Pants all the way off now. Your top, too. I want you naked.”

Her hands shook so badly, she could barely undo her top. Finally, she got her clothes off.

“Now follow me into the living room.”

©2010, Michelle Carlyle

Newbie, Part Eight

2010-11-30T06:59:00.000-08:00

Hey Spanko Friends!

Did I forget something?????????? I woke up at four-thirty this morning thinking about you all and this blog. Normally if I forget my Friday morning posting, I realize Friday night. Or Saturday. Not Tuesday. Oh, well. Holi-daze got me. I will be posting this Friday, too, so please tune back in then.

Had an awesome time in Disneyland. We logged 43 hours in the park over four and a half days. We hammered that place. And everything we wanted to do happened on the other side of the park. We ran our asses off! “Quick! If we hurry, we can just make it!” We came home exhausted and went right into the holidays. Crazy time of the year. But we had a wonderful time, had great sex, marvelous luxurious baths and flew around the park during the day. What was really cool was Disneyland had their “Believe” show going on nightly, so we got fireworks every night. Sleeping Beauty’s Castle was all decorated with fake snow and beautiful lights. What a great time!

And all we wanted to do the following week after getting home was go back. Came home to some major ugliness with my writing career, but straightened it all out. As some of you know, I write a humor column and sometimes humor hits people wrong. And they write nasty letters to my publisher demanding she fire me. It’s all cleared up now, but I hate hate mail.

What I do love is writing for you guys!!! Yay, spanky fiction!

So here’s the latest installment of Newbie. Enjoy!

Hugs and love,
Michelle

As Angela came down, she collapsed against the couch and concentrated on breathing, so close to passing out, black spots dotted her vision.

Some part of her noticed that he picked up her limp body from the couch and carried her somewhere. Softness engulfed her.

“Honey? Are you okay?” came his worried voice.

“Fine,” she croaked.

“You look half-dead.”

“I am half-dead. You nearly annihilated me with pleasure.”

He laughed and hugged her. She curled up next to him and finally opened her eyes. The room still spun a bit. “Oooh, I’m dizzy. I didn’t breathe for a while there.”

“You turned bright red, honey. I’m sorry, I should have gone easier on you.”

She opened her eyes to face him. “Don’t you dare apologize for that. That was the best sex I’ve ever had in my life.”

He kissed her. “You’re straight out of my dreams, baby. Me, too. That was… awesome.”

“I couldn’t even imagine this a month ago. Couldn’t even imagine this level of sex.”

“I’m so glad, honey. I love you. Oh, I found somethin’ while I was up there,” he said, reaching under the pillow.

She looked at him with alarm. “What?”

“Yeah, I found something while I was doing you. Here, check it out,” he said, handing her a small object.

It took a moment for her mind to comprehend it. He’d given her a ring. A beautiful diamond ring, had to be two carats. “Wait you…” She gazed up into his eyes, the message was clear. “You’re… Are you… Does this…?”

The sweetest smile on his handsome face, he asked, “Will you marry me, Angela?”

Bursting into tears she threw her arms around him and kissed him. She pulled away to look at the ring again. “Really?”

“Really,” he said, grinning.

“Yes! Oh, hell yeah, I’ll marry you!” She crushed him in a hug; he laughed.

He pushed her away. “Try on the ring honey, I want to see how it looks on you.”

She slipped in on her finger; it fit perfectly. “Oh, Bill, it’s gorgeous.”

“I’m glad you like it. There’s another part that you get when we get hitched.”

“I can’t believe this. Are you sure?”

“More than I’ve ever been.”

“Me, too. Wow.”

He kissed her. When he pulled away, his expression turned a bit more serious. “I would like to talk to you a bit about what I think makes a marriage work.”

“Good communication and awesome sex.”

He chuckled. “Yeah. But maybe I should have told you about what I expect from you and me, before I proposed.”

Her stomach fluttered. “Sounds ominous.”

He smiled. “No, no. It’s not bad, see, I just… my ex and I had some issues, they came up and I found a way to deal with them that worked, but she wasn’t too happy with my solution. Well, she wasn’t too happy, period. I tried… but anyway, that all fell apart, I don’t want that to happen with us.”

“Neither do I.”

“See, now I’ve noticed some things about you that… well, they don’t worry me—you’re not out-of-control—but we got different styles here. I’m pretty meticulous about my house and the way I do things. You…”

“Live in chaos.”

His smiled widened; his shoulders relaxed. “Uh, yeah. And I gotta tell you, honey, I can’t live like you do.”

“Neither can I.”

“I’m glad to hear you say that.”

“I know, I keep meaning to get my crap together. I just… have some self-control issues.”

“I got that and that’s where—if we have any problems—that’s where they’ll be. And I don’t want problems. I want to face everything head on.”

“Good, me, too. I’d like to have all my ducks in a row, like you. You know, the house together, the bills paid on time. I just… I don’t know. Get lazy.”

“I noticed. I mean, you go to your job, you got that together and you don’t seem to ever be late, not with me.”

“No, because I know it bugs you. But I do have to work at it.”

“Well, let me tell you how I addressed the same issues with my wife.”

“Okay.”

“Ever heard of Domestic Discipline?”

“No.”

“Okay, well, basically, if you don’t come through with what you promised, you get disciplined.”

She smiled. “Sounds fun.”

He shook his head. “It isn’t. It’s different than what we’ve been playing with. Very different. Its intended as a negative sanction, it’s… well, a punishment, a real one.”

All her extremities went wobbly; she got a bit dizzy. “You’re scaring me.”

“Don’t be. It’s only for your own good and the good of the marriage.”

“And you want to do this with me.”

“Yeah. But only with your consent, obviously. If you don’t want to, I get it. I just… it works.”

“So if I don’t go along with it, the marriage proposal is off?”

He reached out and hugged her, hard. “No, no. Not at all, I love you honey. For better or worse.”

He released her; she sat back and thought. Actual sanctions for her bad behavior. New concept. She thought about all that trouble she’d had when her insurance got cancelled from lack of payment. Not that she didn’t have the money, she’d just let the deadline slip. What a horrendous hassle that had been. If he spanked her and it really hurt, she might actually get it together.

Of course, the whole idea did scare her. And titillated her. She loved this man’s dominant side.

She nodded. “This might actually help me.”

“That’s what I think. It will. Believe me, you suffer through just one real spanking of mine, I can guarantee you, you’ll be motivated.”

A thrill went through her sex. Damn, she was getting to be a regular masochist.

“I saw that shine in your eyes, no, you won’t like it. Really, you won’t. It will be completely different than these little play spankings. Here, you want one or two hard spanks? Real ones? So you can see?”

“Yeah,” she said eagerly. “Why not?”

“You won’t like ‘em.”

She rolled over onto her belly and clenched her fists in anticipation. Whack! Blistering pain ignited her ass. She yowled. He spanked her again—it felt like a solid piece of white-hot iron branded her buns. Tears stung her eyes, her ears rang, her vision went fuzzy.

“Okay, stop!” She collapsed to the mattress, breathing hard. “Wow. Okay, I get it.”

“You still game?”

“Yes. Even though, I will probably regret it.”

The pain gradually ceased replaced by waves of sensation that tingled her clit. Okay, she still liked part of it.

He took her in his arms and kissed her hard. “I love you, baby.”

“I love you, too, Bill.”

A voice in the back of her mind asked: What have I gotten myself into?

©2010, Michelle Carlyle

Newbie, Parts Six and Seven

2010-11-12T08:00:00.000-08:00

Hey Friends!

How are you? I am late, so I’m going to cut this short. Wanted to let you know I’ll be on vacation next week and so I’m doing a double post for you this week. Look for me to return on the day after Thanksgiving. Hubby and I are going to Disneyland! Whooo-hooo! Four and a half days in the park! Which makes us certifiable.

So here’s a double shot of Newbie, I hope you enjoy. When I get back, I’m going to get serious about putting out my next three books. I really am. I’ve made myself a promise.

Of course, I always get spanked for breaking promises…

Bad, bad, Michelle!

Hugs and love to you all,
Michelle

Bill gestured towards the next group: the scarier group. “Here we have a riding crop, a cane, a leather paddle and a wooden paddle. Now here’s the game. See this die here with the card markings? For toys—I got a list here if you want to see it—King means glass dildo; queen: my tongue; jack: vibrating dildo; spades: my finger; hearts: vibrator. Club means my choice. For Punishment, King means cane, queen means wooden paddle, jack means leather paddle, club means riding crop, hearts and spades mean my hand. Here’s the deal: first you roll for toys with the special die. Then you roll the two normal die to see how many thrusts with the toy, or seconds of torment with the vibrator you get. Whatever number gets multiplied by one more roll of one die. And here’s the object of the game. You can’t come. You come, you lose and then you roll the Punishment Dice. Whatever implement you roll and then the dice determines how many strokes you get.”

“I’m ready to come and we haven’t even started.”

“Oh, I’m counting on the fact that you will be coming. A lot. I want you up on that table, splayed out like a Thanksgiving Day meal. All for me.”

“Oh, God.” She hopped up on the table and laid down, her legs spread. His eyes shone as he raked her body with his gaze.

“Good, baby, real good. Now roll. First for the toy.”

He placed the die on the upper corner of the table; where there was a foot-wide patch of bare table. She took the die with the card markings, her heart thudding hard in her chest. She rolled. Hearts.

“That is the…” Bill said, looking over at the reference card on top of the buffet. “The vibrator—ooo, and so early in the game.” He laughed an evil laugh. “You are sunk, baby. Sunk. Now roll to see for how long. Each point is a second of time.”

She rolled; all the air got sucked out of her lungs. Two sixes.

Bill burst out laughing. “Good one. Oh, baby, this is gonna be a good one. Go on, roll one die for the multiplier.”

She didn’t want to. She rolled. Five.

Groaning, she flopped onto her back on the pad while Bill chuckled. “Oh, baby, is this gonna be fun. Five times twelve is sixty seconds. How sweet is that? Now spread ‘em for me, honey. Wide.”

Sighing, she complied, her sex throbbing in anticipation. She was going to lose this game. Fast. Of course, at this point, if he so much as placed the tip of his index finger on her clit she’d explode.

Bill grabbed the evil Wahl—which was attached to an extension cord, and a timer off the buffet. He set the timer for a minute. Moving up next to the bed, he turned on the Wahl. He set the timer down, then simultaneously, he pressed the button on the timer and placed the buzzing head of the vibrator to her clit.

She nearly leapt off the table. She clutched the foam pad, pushing off the table with her legs.

“Stay in one place or we skip this and go right for the punishment. You have to lie there and take whatever I do to you.”

“Auuugggh! This is so hard! I c-c-c-c-can’t take this! Eeeeaaaah! No, no, no! No, I won’t come! No,” she whined. She pleaded with her mind to think of anything but the delicious sensations rocking her sex.

She quickly lost the battle. Blasting into an orgasm, she bucked up against the toy, screaming with pleasure. Spasms of joy echoed through her womb; her body radiated with pure exhilaration.

Bill laughed. “Oh, I’m gonna love this. Penalty! Now roll the die, let’s see what punishment you just earned.”

Breathing hard, but now very nervous, she rolled up onto her side, grabbed the die with the card markings and rolled. A club.

“Club… ooo, riding crop. I’ve been dying to introduce you to this one. Okay, baby, on your tummy. Wait, let me get the one addition I need here,” he said, reaching under the table. He withdrew a small pillow.

She got onto her stomach; he indicated she should lift up her hips. He placed the pillow directly under her so her butt was higher in the air. Oh, dear.

“Now, let me get you all ready,” he said, grabbing the back of her panties and pulling them down to mid-thigh. “Oh, that is a pretty, pretty sight, honey.” He ran a hand over her tush, electrifying her clit again. This was crazy!

She wondered what the crop would feel like. Could she take it? Her stomach did flip-flops.

“Roll the two die, let’s see how many you get.”

Her hand shaking, she rolled the two die. A five and a four. “Damn this!”

He chuckled with pure delight. “Great, now roll to see what the multiplier is.”

She prayed for a one. She got a four. That was… thirty-six strokes with the damn weapon! And this soon!

“Baby is gonna be sore by the end of this evening.” He sounded positively gleeful at the prospect. He got the whip and showed it to her. “Scared?” he gloated.

“Yeah,” she admitted readily.

The sinister glint in his eye grew. “Good.”

He raised the whip and swished through the air a few times. She froze in fear; every muscle taut.

She grasped the foam in anticipation of her punishment. She heard the whip cut through the air, it cracked against her sit spots, she jumped. The pain was sharp, but delicious. Waves of sensation rocked her clit; she ground her hips against the pillow. This was fun!

“One down, thirty-five to go,” he said. Swish-crack! Little sharper, she yipped.

Bill delivered a sharp report of several strikes, the pain built; she gripped the foam harder. He stopped and ran a hand over her now flaming buns. The edge went off the pain; she relished in the hot tendrils of desire that ignited in her sex.

“Okay, I’m gonna go a bit harder here, let’s see what you can take,” he said. The pit of her stomach dropped. Could she take what he could dish out?

Swish-crack! A searing hot strike inflamed her ass; shocking her. A storm of hits bombarded her burning buns; this was intense! He stopped and rubbed her butt; the pain melted into pure pleasure. Wow, this was crazy, but really fun. Almost on the edge of what she could take, but it was amazing what it did for her libido. Now wet, she pressed her hips against the foam pad, wishing all to hell he’d slip his hand underneath her and stroke her.

“Okay, baby, one more session here and you’re done with your punishment.”

The whip came down on her ass, hard. One right after another, she gritted her teeth and squealed while the crop made mincemeat out of her rear end. He finished with one final strike that made her yelp loudly. She collapsed against the foam pad, breathing to control the pain. Okay, that was close to what she could take. Very close. He massaged her scorched buns; her sex throbbed with an intensity she’d never felt before. Her entire body warmed, her feet tingled. So amazing!

He kissed her on the cheek. “You did real good, honey, I’m proud of you. You can really take it. How was that?”

“Right on the edge.”

“Good, good. When I know all your limits, I can give you the most pleasure with this stuff.”

“Hooo. That was intense.”

“And we’ve only just begun. Okay, roll the dice, let’s see what toy you get.”

She practically jumped on the dice. Clit payoff time! She was so horny, she couldn’t wait. All she wanted was for him to touch her. She’d never wanted to come so badly. And while she knew if she came, she’d get punished, the spanking and or whipping was a reward unto itself. She’d never had more fun in her life!

She rolled the card die. King.

“Ooo, little girl gets the glass dildo. Now see how many times I get to thrust it inside you.”

“Oh, dear.” She rolled a four and a six. “Yay!” she exclaimed.

He laughed at her reaction. “You are so cute, Angela. This is fun, huh?”

“Yeah, but where’s your payoff?”

“Oh, don’t worry about that, it’s coming.”

“Oh, I’m gonna make you come all right.”

He took in a deep breath. “Don’t. This is tough enough for me. I’m so ready to bend you over the couch in the living room, it isn’t funny.”

“Ooh, I almost came. Okay, let’s see what the multiplier is.” She rolled a three. “Cool! Thirty thrusts, let’s go!”

He laughed and retrieved the dildo. “Okay, baby, on your back with your legs spread wide. And it’s time to get rid of these,” he said, tugging on her panties. “Lose the bra, too, I want to see those beautiful breasts of yours.” She obliged, he looked at her naked body like she was a buffet.

“I can’t take it, short intermission, here.” He leaned forward, took a breast in his mouth while lightly massaging her other breast, creating a four-lane highway of lust that went straight to her clit. She writhed on the pad and moaned in pleasure.

He pulled away, his eyes heavy-lidded with lust. “I’m not gonna be able to play this for much longer here.”

“Me, neither.”

Bill smiled, grabbed the toy phallus and moved down to the end of the table. “Spread ‘em wide for me, baby.”

Eagerly, she moved her legs apart, inviting him inside.

“Now, don’t come or you’ll get punished,” he said with a huge grin on his handsome face.

He slipped the dildo carefully inside her. It felt so cool, yet so slippery and wonderful. When he hit her g-spot, she cried out.

“Easy, easy, baby. That was one.”

She grabbed the foam pad with both hands and tried to stave off the orgasm. This wasn’t going to be easy. He slid it out; ripples of excruciating pleasure coursed through her sex.

He thrust it in a bit faster, she gasped, every muscle tense. No, don’t come, don’t come yet.

Bill withdrew it; she nearly fainted with longing. Inside once more, her toes curled, she shut her eyes tightly. She wanted to come so badly she wanted to die.

He pushed the toy inside her again, then withdrew more quickly. He increased his pace; every cell in her body cried out for release.

She was so far gone, she thought she heard him say something like, “I can’t stand it, I have to…”

His warm and wet tongue touched her clit; she yelled, so close to coming, she knew she couldn’t stop. Bill flicked her engorged head; thrusting into her with the glass toy.

Every bit of her tried to stop the orgasm. He launched an all-out assault on her hardened nub with his tongue while pressing the toy deeply inside her.

Angela’s entire mind and body blew apart. She screamed in a deafening roar; writhing and bucking. She grabbed his head and smashed it to her clit. He obliged her, licking at her, shoving the toy inside her, sending her over the edge again and again. She forgot where she was, what was going on; all she could do was come.

She was barely aware that he’d withdrawn the toy and stopped. She grabbed herself, moving her hips against her hand, wringing every last bit of pleasure she could out of her climax. Her entire body sang with happiness.

“Oh, what a bad girl. We can skip the rest of this game, you need to pay and you need to pay now.”

He picked her up off the table and carried her into the living room. She was over his lap with her face pressed into the sofa before she realized it. When his large hand slapped against her sit spots, she exploded into another violent orgasm. Crying out, she lifted her ass higher. He spanked her harder and harder, causing a series of massive climaxes to rocket through her sex.

Moaning, yelling, coming; her mind was a swirling mass of pain and pleasure. She could barely process the overwhelming sensations rocking her body.

Bill abruptly picked her up off his lap, stood with her, pulled her around to the back of the couch and bent her over. When his solid steel tool thrust inside her, she shot right back to the edge, screaming with pure rapture. Bill came at her like a wild man, driving so deeply inside her, each hit to her g-spot caused her to erupt into another orgasm. She could barely breathe; she couldn’t think; he kept her out in a place of pure feeling, pure ecstasy.

He increased his pace until he released inside her; roaring loudly, launching her into an even stronger orgasm. She was so far gone, she couldn’t see; her mind was a kaleidoscope of colors; her scattered thoughts centered only on the intense pleasure the man brought her.

©2010, Michelle Carlyle

Newbie, Part Five

2010-11-05T07:24:00.000-07:00

Hey There, Hi There, Ho There!

Who you callin’ a ho? I know that’s not the next line of the song, but it’s what I always think. Okie-dokie, I’m on my way out of the house, so I’m gonna make this short. I hope you guys have a splendid weekend full of spanking and sex. Mine will be full of cleaning and chores. Oh, boy. Slated to start today, I’m going to be cleaning all day. I can’t wait…

Anyway, I hope your day is much more exciting than mine. Don’t forget to set your clocks back an hour on Saturday night and don’t forget to check your smoke alarms.

Hugs to you all,
Michelle

Angela’s pulse raced. Bill had something big in store for her, he’d told her as much. She sat in her car, her palms sweating, her feet tapping out the words I’m Nervous in Morse Code.

She couldn’t sit there much longer, he’d notice soon if he hadn’t noticed already. She’d probably get extra spanks for delaying her entrance.

Ooh, those spankings of his. Way too hot. She’d had no idea she could come from a spanking alone, but Bill had taught her the ways of erotic spanking. The thought of their previous evenings made her lightheaded.

Why was she feeling so chicken? Well, duh. Maybe it was that little bit he dropped about buying “implements”?

Mentally slapping herself, she got out of the car and walked up to the house purposefully, her shoulders straight, her head high—while her interior was filled with Jello.

He opened the door before she reached it, a puzzled smile on his carved face. “Why’d you stay in the car so long? On a phone call?”

Her face grew hot. Even before she could answer him, he burst out laughing. “You’re nervous?”

She nodded, expecting to be reassured. His mustached grin turned sinister, his eyes, hard. He nodded. “Good, you should be.”

Angela almost yelped. She stayed frozen to the porch.

“Well, come on in, baby, let’s get this party started.” He stood out of the way and gestured her inside.

Feeling as if bricks were attached to her feet, she forced herself to walk inside. He closed the door behind her.

She turned and gazed up at him, he took her in his arms and kissed her. A beautiful, lovely, warm, sweet kiss. He pulled away, his ocean blue eyes twinkling down at her. “I love you, baby.”

She melted into a pool of goo. “I love you, Bill!” She threw her arms around his neck, ran her fingers through his long dark, hair and kissed him. Tongues intertwined, they played and danced in each other’s mouths. Angela’s sex welled with want; she wondered how long it would be before they began their evening’s fun.
Mid-kiss, Bill took control. Savaging her mouth, he dominated the kiss. Her knees went weak, his steely arm locked across her back to steady her. Her mind swirled with lust.

He pulled away; the smile in his eyes was replaced by a cool hunger. Just the look alone made her want to come.

“We’re gonna play a little game I devised. We start now. Come here,” he said, grabbing her by the hand.

He led her into his gourmet kitchen and up to a granite-covered center island. On top of the black and grey-flecked surface were three die. Two were normal, one bore different markings on each side; a king, a queen, a jack, some hearts, some spades, one club.

“Okay, first I take off your clothes.” His voice was low and rasping, sending a thrill through her. He turned her around and unzipped her dress. Slipping it over her shoulders, he let it fall to the floor.

He ran a hand over a bun. “Nice underwear, honey. Love the matching red panties and bra. Okay, we’ll leave those on for a while. Now get out of those shoes, good. Yeah, I like you like this.” He ran a hand down her back, swept it over her hips and touched her sex.

Every nerve jumped, she instantly got wet.

He grinned at her reaction. “Oh, baby, wait. What I have in store for you. I’m telling you now, you won’t be the same.”

A shiver of fear raced up her spine followed by a wallop to her sex. Throbbing hard, she felt on the verge of climax and he hadn’t even done anything to her yet.

“Okay, baby, grab those dice and we’re going into the dining room. We’re going to give all new meaning to eating in.”

She laughed; he joined her. He gestured toward the dining room. She gathered the dice and walked out of the kitchen.

She walked into the dining room, her heart stopped. On the dining table was a large foam pad covered in black material. The room was dimly lit, the light provided by a group of candles on two small side tables on one side of the room and the overhead light, which was a bare glow. On the buffet that ran along the wall to her right were many different items: one popped out at her: a riding crop.

Swallowing hard, she stared at the buffet in abject terror, every muscle taut, sweat breaking out all over her body.

His voice in her ear gave her goose-bumps. “Starting to get the picture, aren’t you? My bad girl.”

Lightheaded, she stammered, “Uh… yeah.”

“Okay, we start at the buffet, bring the dice over here, let me introduce you to some new concepts.”

“Oh, God.”

He grinned at her, but his gaze was wicked with lust and dominance. “Here we have a group of toys. Glass dildo, vibrating dildo, vibrator.”

A jolt went through her sex, setting her clit on fire. Oh, man. This was going to be an evening to remember.

He gestured towards the next group: the scarier group. “Here we have a riding crop, a cane, a leather paddle and a wooden paddle. Now here’s the game. See this die here with the card markings? For toys—I got a list here if you want to see it—King means glass dildo; queen: my tongue; jack: vibrating dildo; spades: my finger; hearts: vibrator. Club means my choice. For Punishment, King means cane, queen means wooden paddle, jack means leather paddle, club means riding crop, hearts and spades mean my hand. Here’s the deal: first you roll for toys with the special die. Then you roll the two normal die to see how many thrusts with the toy, or seconds of torment with the vibrator you get. Whatever number gets multiplied by one more roll of one die. And here’s the object of the game. You can’t come. You come, you lose and then you roll the Punishment Dice. Whatever implement you roll and then the dice determines how many strokes you get.”

©2010, Michelle Carlyle

Oh, And Another Thing, I LOVE MY LURKERS!

2010-10-29T09:41:00.000-07:00

Sorry I missed the whole Love My Lurkers Day on October 20. I get all caught up in work and forget to keep in touch with Bonnie and the rest of the gang. So clearly, a spanking is in order. Just wanted to let you all know how much I appreciate you, whether or not you comment. I'm so glad you like my work enough to stop back by here regularly, you are the reason I work so hard at my spanking fiction. Love you guys. Lurkers ROCK!

Michelle The Lurker Lover

P.S. And if you comment once in a while, it does help to keep me motivated! Love to hear from my readers!