Hello Friends!
How are you all today? I’m fine.
So here’s the new chapter of Newbie. Hope you enjoy.
Have a great weekend,
Michelle Of Few Words And Even Fewer Brain Cells Today
“I see I need to make a point with you. Food can wait. You, in the bedroom now and wait for me. Sit on the end of the bed and wait.”
“But Bill…I…”
“Now,” he said, pointing towards his bedroom. “Wait for me. Don’t touch yourself.”
Lightheaded, she slipped off the counter and left the room. She walked to the bedroom, her legs shaky, her stomach in a knot; intense fear and anticipation sending ripples of sensation up and down her spine.
She sat down on the bed and waited. Each moment brought her more and more fear, more excitement. Breaking out in a sweat, she began jiggling her feet to work off some of the tension.
After what seemed an eternity, Bill appeared at the bedroom door. His eyes were hard, his expression stone-like. “You were a very bad girl. Do you know what happens to bad girls who disobey me?”
She slowly shook her head, unable to avert her gaze from his.
“They get spanked, baby. Real hard. Stand up.”
She stood, but her legs were shaking so badly, she almost toppled over. She saw a glint of amusement in his gaze that he quickly covered.
He walked by her and sat on the edge of the bed. He looked up at her. “You nervous?”
“Yeah.”
“Good. Now get over here,” he said, reaching out, grabbing her wrist and yanking her towards him. She fell across his lap.
He settled her on his lap, positioning her so her ass was high up on one knee. Then, to her terror, he pinned her legs with one of his and locked an arm across her back.
He leaned down and whispered in her ear, “There’s no escaping this, baby. You’re gonna get what’s coming to you. I am going to spank you until you cry. Just think about how much it’s going to hurt. What a bad girl you were. How sorry you’re going to be.”
Her pulse pounded behind her eyes, she’d never been more terrified in her life. How hard was he going to hit her? How badly would it hurt? And what was her safe-word? She couldn’t think of the safe-word!
He ran a hand over her taut ass, his touch felt really good over the silk panties. She squirmed in anticipation.
“No moving or I’ll give you twice the swats, you hear me?”
“Yes, sir.”
“Oh, I like the sound of that, good, baby, you’re getting this. You’re getting this good.” He rubbed each bun in turn, carefully, nicely. “Oh, this poor, poor ass of yours. It’s gonna be hurting soon.”
He shifted a bit on the bed. “Okay now baby, we’re going to do a warm up here. I think twenty-five ought to be a good number to start with.”
He swatted her with his large, open hand. Waves of sensation rocked her sex, the swat didn’t hurt, but it was a bit sharp. Not painful yet, though. He swatted her again. This one was a bit harder. “Count for me. That was two.”
Spank! “Ooh, uh, three.”
Bill got a rhythm going, the intensity of his spanks growing harder with each swat. But it still didn’t hurt that much, in fact, it felt really good. She was so wet, she wondered if she was going to come just from the spanking. On and on, he spanked her butt creating a slight stinging, but not much pain. It felt lovely. Her orgasm began to build. She got wetter and wetter and squirmed on his lap, trying to get her rub her clit against his leg, but he held her fast.
On swat number twenty-five, Bill let her have it, a really sharp one that took her breath away. But he immediately started rubbing her ass, so the edge of the pain vanished. And the most lovely throbbing in her sex took over. Wow, this was hot! Okay, yes, she liked spanking. This was the most erotic game she’d ever played.
Bill massaged her buns, then took the back of her panties and swept them down to mid-thigh, causing her sex to clench with anticipation and longing. She now had no barrier to his punishment, she felt vulnerable and more turned on than she ever had.
“Oh, yeah, that’s a nice ass and what a pretty shade of pink,” he said, rubbing a hand over her buns. She wanted him to do her so badly, she considered begging. But she wanted to wait and see what he had in store for her. Besides, he was in charge and even though she could feel his hardness under her, the man had some awesome self-restraint. A lot more than her.
Whack! She nearly jumped out of her skin. The sting was much greater, but since he’d already spanked her, it didn’t hurt that much. But it was harder and made her a bit worried about the near future. How much could she take?
He laid down a set of spanks all over her ass that bordered on painful. Sensations rocked her clit and sex, reverberations echoed throughout her body. Who knew a spanking could do this much to her libido?
He lifted his arm off her back and slipped his hand underneath her. His finger found her wet and hardened clit. She gasped and whimpered at the glorious feeling.
He rubbed it gently, making little circles on it. She ground her hips against his hands, her response carrying her away. He swatted her so hard, her body jerked forward; a jolt went through her sex—she almost came!
©2010, Michelle Carlyle
Friday, October 22, 2010
Friday, October 15, 2010
Newbie, Part Two
Hey Peoples!
Damn, I just read today’s post and now I’m horny. Great. Only a million hours before Hubby gets home, then we have to turn right around, hop a train and go to dinner with some buddies. Actually, wonderful friends, but I’d rather stay home and fuck, personally. Of course, you can’t really say that. “Thanks for the dinner invitation and it sounded good initially, but now we just want to stay home and fuck our brains out.”
Heavy sigh. Good thing we’ve got the weekend ahead with no firm plans. So hopefully, I can take advantage of the man.
Okie-dokie. Here’s the next chunk, part, whatever, of Newbie. Soon to be found in…oh, God. I don’t know. Some bloody book. Hopefully, I’ll have the title for you by next week’s post. But so much crap is going on right now, my brain is scattered. Very scattered.
Like last week, all I can think of is (aside from fucking) going to Disneyland. Made reservations at the Blue Bayou restaurant and—here’s a major wallet suck—reservations to see Fantasmic from the “premium viewing area”. Fucking $59 a ticket to see a free show. But Mr. Hubby REALLY wanted to see the show up close and personal and since this is his birthday trip/present, I called up, waited the twenty minutes on the phone and got tickets. He is thrilled. I still think it’s stupid to pay $120 bucks to see a free show.
I still can’t wait. We stay at a place nearby with giant Jacuzzi tubs. They also have fridges. So I pack the fridge with beer, we walk our asses off in the park, come back when it closes, fill the tub, grab a couple beers and sink into the glorious hot water and bubbles. And if we have enough energy, we maul each other. But that place takes it out of you. Especially the way we attack the park. Love. That. Place.
Enough of my dreams of D-land. Here’s the next chunk. Hope you guys have an outstanding weekend.
Hugs and love to you all,
Michelle
Wiping the sweat from her brow, she wondered how she could walk back out there into the office without everyone knowing what she’d been up to.
She closed up her cell, straightened her skirt and smoothed her hair. With her head held high, she walked out of the stall. No one was there, she had no idea for whom she’d just put on that show, but it had made her feel less… naked, somehow.
It took all her inner strength to maintain her composure when she walked out of the bathroom. But when she entered the office, no alarms went off, no one even glanced up at her. She sighed with relief. What was she expecting? The Masturbation Police to show up and ticket her? She shook her head to herself and laughed.
“What’s the joke?” came the voice of her co-worker, Sally, startling her.
She turned to Sally and stammered, “Uh, nothing.”
Sally raised an eyebrow. “Wow, you’re red. What were you thinking about? That new boyfriend?”
Was it plastered across her forehead like a big billboard? “Uh, maybe,” Angela said, smiling.
“You look guilty as hell. And embarrassed. You were thinking about him, weren’t you?” Sally asked with a conspiratorial smile.
“Perhaps.”
“I did see him, wow, where did you find him? He looks like a Greek god.”
“Internet.”
“No way!” Sally said. “I thought the Internet guy was a dud.”
“There were several. Bill was not the dud.”
“Girl, I gotta get on the same website as you, wow, he’s a looker.”
“Yeah, and we didn’t exchange photos or anything. We hit it off chatting about cars of all things.”
“That’s right, your dad was a racecar driver.”
“Grew up on the track.”
“Huh, having something in common with guys, now there’s an idea,” Sally said and returned to her cube.
Sighing with relief that Sally couldn’t read her thoughts—although she’d guessed fairly accurately—Angela collapsed in her chair and fanned herself with a hand.
Her stomach fluttered when she thought about what awaited her that evening. Would he spank her hard? Would it hurt badly? How much could she take? How would he start the evening? She squirmed in her chair. Oh, this was going to be a long afternoon!
At five minutes to six, Angela pulled up in front of Bill’s rancher in Belmont. Looked so innocuous from the outside. If only the neighbors knew what spectacular acts of sex had happened in that house. While forty-four, the man made love like an animal, unstoppable wood, amazing sexual prowess. She dropped a hand to her lap and touched herself in anticipation. Damn it! She took her hand away, embarrassed. The man turned her into a sex fiend. She’d never been that much into sex before him. Of course, now she knew why. She’d never had a good lover before. It was very reaffirming, since Brad had always told her she just wasn’t any good at sex. Ha! When he was the worst lover on record.
She took a deep breath, her heartbeat whooshing in her ears. This was crazy!
Steeling herself, she got out of her car and marched up to Bill’s front door. She raised her hand to knock when the door opened.
A purely dominant, feral quality to his azure gaze, he reached out, pulled her inside, slammed the door and locked his lips on her.
The world took a spin as Bill’s tongue plunged the depths of her mouth. He ran his hands down her shoulders, across her back and cupped her ass, bringing her hips to his. The length of his rock hard member pressed against her, Angela lost her train of thought. All she could think about was flopping on her back and spreading her legs for him.
He ended the kiss, causing her to whimper with disappointment. He grinned and winked at her. She smiled back. “Hello to you, too.”
“Hey, baby,” he said in a softer voice, his smile widening. He ran a hand down her face in a tender gesture. “Glad you’re here with me.”
“Me, too,” she said enthusiastically.
He laughed. Then his expression hardened, he gave her the up and down check-over, head to toe. “Okay, baby, game is on. From here on out, you obey me or you’ll pay a hefty price. Or more like, your ass will pay a hefty price, you get me?”
Nearly breathless, she said, “I get you.”
He gave a short nod. “Good. Now. I got you something, I want you to put it on.” He reached down to the chair sitting next to the door, a bag sat on top. He grabbed it and handed it to her. He jerked his head towards his bedroom. “Go put that on, meet me in the kitchen.”
Her whole body buzzed with excitement. She took the bag and walked down the hallway to his large master suite. Inside the bag was a black silk teddy with garters attached, a pair of black silk panties and a pair of black stockings. Wow, hot little outfit there. She quickly put it on; it fit beautifully, hugging her curves as if it were made for her.
Her legs a bit shaky, her hands sweating, she walked out into the kitchen. A wolfish grin spread on his face when he saw her. He walked right up to her and kissed her hard. She nearly grayed out with lust. He pulled away, his gaze dark.
“Okay, hop up on the counter here,” he said, patting the kitchen counter. He took her by the waist and helped her up on the counter. The granite was cold against her ass and legs.
“Ooo, that’s cold.”
“It’ll heat up pretty fast. Now I’m going to get dinner ready. And you, I want you to spread your legs and touch yourself.” His expression hardened, he jabbed a finger at her. “But don’t you come. You hear me? You don’t come until I tell you. And that isn’t going to be for some time.”
Her pulse quickening, she reached down and stroked herself through the silk panties. The smooth feel of them against her fingers, the way she displayed herself, the way he looked at her, his control, his dominance had her so close to coming, she gritted her teeth and steeled her mind. She couldn’t allow herself.
“That’s good, baby, real good.”
Bill seasoned a couple steaks and checked the baked potatoes in the oven. He glanced over at her. “Spread ‘em wider. Yeah… that’s it. Now touch all around your clit, but not your clit.”
She squirmed as she obeyed him. This was getting intense, fast.
“Now rub your clit. Do it,” he commanded.
She touched her hardened nub, and moaned deep in her throat. Her vision got a bit fuzzy, she was super wet, she’d never been more turned on in her life.
“Okay, stop.”
She tried to listen to him, but her body wouldn’t hear of it. She continued stroking herself. “Don’t make me quit, it feels so good.”
His gaze steeled, his jaw set. “You disobeying me?”
“Uh…” she said. But she didn’t move her hand.
“I see I need to make a point with you. Food can wait. You, in the bedroom now and wait for me. Sit on the end of the bed and wait.”
©2010, Michelle Carlyle
Damn, I just read today’s post and now I’m horny. Great. Only a million hours before Hubby gets home, then we have to turn right around, hop a train and go to dinner with some buddies. Actually, wonderful friends, but I’d rather stay home and fuck, personally. Of course, you can’t really say that. “Thanks for the dinner invitation and it sounded good initially, but now we just want to stay home and fuck our brains out.”
Heavy sigh. Good thing we’ve got the weekend ahead with no firm plans. So hopefully, I can take advantage of the man.
Okie-dokie. Here’s the next chunk, part, whatever, of Newbie. Soon to be found in…oh, God. I don’t know. Some bloody book. Hopefully, I’ll have the title for you by next week’s post. But so much crap is going on right now, my brain is scattered. Very scattered.
Like last week, all I can think of is (aside from fucking) going to Disneyland. Made reservations at the Blue Bayou restaurant and—here’s a major wallet suck—reservations to see Fantasmic from the “premium viewing area”. Fucking $59 a ticket to see a free show. But Mr. Hubby REALLY wanted to see the show up close and personal and since this is his birthday trip/present, I called up, waited the twenty minutes on the phone and got tickets. He is thrilled. I still think it’s stupid to pay $120 bucks to see a free show.
I still can’t wait. We stay at a place nearby with giant Jacuzzi tubs. They also have fridges. So I pack the fridge with beer, we walk our asses off in the park, come back when it closes, fill the tub, grab a couple beers and sink into the glorious hot water and bubbles. And if we have enough energy, we maul each other. But that place takes it out of you. Especially the way we attack the park. Love. That. Place.
Enough of my dreams of D-land. Here’s the next chunk. Hope you guys have an outstanding weekend.
Hugs and love to you all,
Michelle
Wiping the sweat from her brow, she wondered how she could walk back out there into the office without everyone knowing what she’d been up to.
She closed up her cell, straightened her skirt and smoothed her hair. With her head held high, she walked out of the stall. No one was there, she had no idea for whom she’d just put on that show, but it had made her feel less… naked, somehow.
It took all her inner strength to maintain her composure when she walked out of the bathroom. But when she entered the office, no alarms went off, no one even glanced up at her. She sighed with relief. What was she expecting? The Masturbation Police to show up and ticket her? She shook her head to herself and laughed.
“What’s the joke?” came the voice of her co-worker, Sally, startling her.
She turned to Sally and stammered, “Uh, nothing.”
Sally raised an eyebrow. “Wow, you’re red. What were you thinking about? That new boyfriend?”
Was it plastered across her forehead like a big billboard? “Uh, maybe,” Angela said, smiling.
“You look guilty as hell. And embarrassed. You were thinking about him, weren’t you?” Sally asked with a conspiratorial smile.
“Perhaps.”
“I did see him, wow, where did you find him? He looks like a Greek god.”
“Internet.”
“No way!” Sally said. “I thought the Internet guy was a dud.”
“There were several. Bill was not the dud.”
“Girl, I gotta get on the same website as you, wow, he’s a looker.”
“Yeah, and we didn’t exchange photos or anything. We hit it off chatting about cars of all things.”
“That’s right, your dad was a racecar driver.”
“Grew up on the track.”
“Huh, having something in common with guys, now there’s an idea,” Sally said and returned to her cube.
Sighing with relief that Sally couldn’t read her thoughts—although she’d guessed fairly accurately—Angela collapsed in her chair and fanned herself with a hand.
Her stomach fluttered when she thought about what awaited her that evening. Would he spank her hard? Would it hurt badly? How much could she take? How would he start the evening? She squirmed in her chair. Oh, this was going to be a long afternoon!
At five minutes to six, Angela pulled up in front of Bill’s rancher in Belmont. Looked so innocuous from the outside. If only the neighbors knew what spectacular acts of sex had happened in that house. While forty-four, the man made love like an animal, unstoppable wood, amazing sexual prowess. She dropped a hand to her lap and touched herself in anticipation. Damn it! She took her hand away, embarrassed. The man turned her into a sex fiend. She’d never been that much into sex before him. Of course, now she knew why. She’d never had a good lover before. It was very reaffirming, since Brad had always told her she just wasn’t any good at sex. Ha! When he was the worst lover on record.
She took a deep breath, her heartbeat whooshing in her ears. This was crazy!
Steeling herself, she got out of her car and marched up to Bill’s front door. She raised her hand to knock when the door opened.
A purely dominant, feral quality to his azure gaze, he reached out, pulled her inside, slammed the door and locked his lips on her.
The world took a spin as Bill’s tongue plunged the depths of her mouth. He ran his hands down her shoulders, across her back and cupped her ass, bringing her hips to his. The length of his rock hard member pressed against her, Angela lost her train of thought. All she could think about was flopping on her back and spreading her legs for him.
He ended the kiss, causing her to whimper with disappointment. He grinned and winked at her. She smiled back. “Hello to you, too.”
“Hey, baby,” he said in a softer voice, his smile widening. He ran a hand down her face in a tender gesture. “Glad you’re here with me.”
“Me, too,” she said enthusiastically.
He laughed. Then his expression hardened, he gave her the up and down check-over, head to toe. “Okay, baby, game is on. From here on out, you obey me or you’ll pay a hefty price. Or more like, your ass will pay a hefty price, you get me?”
Nearly breathless, she said, “I get you.”
He gave a short nod. “Good. Now. I got you something, I want you to put it on.” He reached down to the chair sitting next to the door, a bag sat on top. He grabbed it and handed it to her. He jerked his head towards his bedroom. “Go put that on, meet me in the kitchen.”
Her whole body buzzed with excitement. She took the bag and walked down the hallway to his large master suite. Inside the bag was a black silk teddy with garters attached, a pair of black silk panties and a pair of black stockings. Wow, hot little outfit there. She quickly put it on; it fit beautifully, hugging her curves as if it were made for her.
Her legs a bit shaky, her hands sweating, she walked out into the kitchen. A wolfish grin spread on his face when he saw her. He walked right up to her and kissed her hard. She nearly grayed out with lust. He pulled away, his gaze dark.
“Okay, hop up on the counter here,” he said, patting the kitchen counter. He took her by the waist and helped her up on the counter. The granite was cold against her ass and legs.
“Ooo, that’s cold.”
“It’ll heat up pretty fast. Now I’m going to get dinner ready. And you, I want you to spread your legs and touch yourself.” His expression hardened, he jabbed a finger at her. “But don’t you come. You hear me? You don’t come until I tell you. And that isn’t going to be for some time.”
Her pulse quickening, she reached down and stroked herself through the silk panties. The smooth feel of them against her fingers, the way she displayed herself, the way he looked at her, his control, his dominance had her so close to coming, she gritted her teeth and steeled her mind. She couldn’t allow herself.
“That’s good, baby, real good.”
Bill seasoned a couple steaks and checked the baked potatoes in the oven. He glanced over at her. “Spread ‘em wider. Yeah… that’s it. Now touch all around your clit, but not your clit.”
She squirmed as she obeyed him. This was getting intense, fast.
“Now rub your clit. Do it,” he commanded.
She touched her hardened nub, and moaned deep in her throat. Her vision got a bit fuzzy, she was super wet, she’d never been more turned on in her life.
“Okay, stop.”
She tried to listen to him, but her body wouldn’t hear of it. She continued stroking herself. “Don’t make me quit, it feels so good.”
His gaze steeled, his jaw set. “You disobeying me?”
“Uh…” she said. But she didn’t move her hand.
“I see I need to make a point with you. Food can wait. You, in the bedroom now and wait for me. Sit on the end of the bed and wait.”
©2010, Michelle Carlyle
Friday, October 8, 2010
Newbie, Part One
Yo! Spankophiles!
Hey out there in cyberspace! Slammed today so I’ll make this short. Uh, not much going on but work, work and more work. Looking forward to Disneyland in November. And that’s about it.
Here’s a new story for you, soon to be found in…oh, goddamn it. Some freakin’ book I keep promising you guys and then have zero time to work on it. I need two of me to get all the stuff I have to get done.
This is the first of a sixteen-part story, so sit back and enjoy. I think you’ll like this one. Well, if you like spanking and sex, that is. And if you didn’t you certainly wouldn’t be here.
Hugs to you all,
Michelle
As Angela sipped her coffee and read the morning newspaper, she noticed Bill staring at her from the other side of the table. His blue gaze had a sinister glint in it; the corners of his sensual mouth were slightly upturned. A tingle went through her sex. Memories of the night before flashed through her mind, the tingle became a flame. No man had the effect Bill had on her. While they’d only been going out for a month, sex with the guy was off-the-scale.
She dropped the paper, and couldn’t help but smile at his handsome face. “What?”
His eyes narrowed, he nodded, his demeanor seeming almost villainous. A thrill went through her.
“You’re getting spanked tonight, girlie. Over my knee, pants down around your ankles, that fine ass of yours over my knee at my mercy.”
Her sex throbbed, her pulse jump-started. The night before, they’d discussed some of their secret fantasies, which as it turned out, dovetailed nicely with each other. But she had no idea he’d start this soon. Her knees got a bit wobbly, her hands a bit shaky. She’d always had spanking fantasies, but had been too chicken to try them out. And her last lover, her husband of ten years had been a solid dud in the sack.
Bill, however, was a powerhouse in the sack; inventive as hell and at forty-four he had more stamina than a nineteen-year-old. He was a whole new world for her. And while she’d always wanted to be spanked by a handsome, dominant man, she knew there was quite a difference between fantasy and reality.
“Uh…”
His wicked grin widened. “And there’s no way out. Tonight, I take control. You’ll do what you’re told. When you walk in that door at six tonight, you’re mine. You’ll do as I say. Safe-word is Vegas. Repeat it.”
“Vegas.”
His smile warmed. “Good girl.” He returned to his own section of the paper. Leaving her wet and squirming.
Later, she was at her desk at work, trying to figure out where she’d blown the spreadsheet. Numbers weren’t adding up. Truth be told, all she could think about was Bill and their upcoming evening. She was more nervous than a teenager going to her first prom. Which was probably why the numbers weren’t adding up. She’d been fighting for concentration all day.
Her cell phone buzzed in her front pocket, she jumped a foot, her heart thudding. Damn her nerves! She got out her cell; she’d received a text message.
The message read: Go into the bathroom, now. Text me when you get there. Bill.
What? A smile crept on her face. She looked around, guilty, as if everyone had just read Bill’s secret demand. Her co-workers were all focused on work or gossiping. No one was paying attention to her. Swallowing hard, she got up and casually walked into the bathroom and into a stall. The bathroom was empty. She did as ordered and texted Bill that she had arrived.
Immediately, another message appeared on her cell. Touch yourself. Hand down the panties. Do it.
Giggling, Angela complied. She felt so naughty! Her clit electrified under her touch. Oh, dear, she was going to come fast and she was at work! She’d never done anything like this before; it felt so bad. And so good!
Her cell rang, she gasped. It was Bill. “Uh, yeah?” she asked.
“Are you touching yourself?” His voice was silky and low. Just the sound of his voice made her sex throb harder.
“Yes,” she whispered.
“Good. I want you to run your index finger all around your hard little clit. Do it.”
“Okay,” she said quietly. She circled her folds with her finger, so dizzy with desire, she had to lean against the stall’s wall.
“Faster. Feel how hard it is. I’m doing it to you. That’s my finger touching you. Now I’m kissing you, taste me, feel my tongue in your mouth, exploring you. Now I’m touching you faster and harder. How does it feel?”
“Oooh, so good,” she said. She began to lose touch with where she was, all she could think about was Bill. His heady scent. The hard planes of his chest, the V that led down to his formidable tool, the feel of his silky skin under her touch, the steely musculature underneath.
“I’m touching you faster, faster, you want to come, but I won’t let you. Not yet. Hold back while I touch you faster. All you want to do is come, but I order you to hold yourself back.”
“Oh, Bill,” she groaned.
“Don’t you come and don’t stop touching yourself. You come and I’ll spank you double.”
Which was all it took for her to blow; panting, white spots danced across her vision; her ears rang, she moaned deep in her throat and at the last second, she clamped her lips shut so she wouldn’t scream aloud. She collapsed against the cold metal wall of the stall, fighting to get her breath back.
“Oh, little girl is going to pay for that. I heard that, honey. You’re in big, big trouble with me. Big trouble. Now calm down and go back to work and remember, you blew it and you’re gonna be punished for it.”
“I’m sorry, Bill.”
“Not as sorry as you’re gonna be,” he said in a low rasp. Which brought her right back to the verge of climaxing. The man wasn’t even with her and she was ready to explode.
“Now go back to work and think about what a bad girl you’ve been.”
“Yes, Bill.”
“Six o’clock, my house, don’t be late.” Click.
She stood there, stunned. Wiping the sweat from her brow, she wondered how she could walk back out there into the office without everyone knowing what she’d been up to.
©2010, Michelle Carlyle
Hey out there in cyberspace! Slammed today so I’ll make this short. Uh, not much going on but work, work and more work. Looking forward to Disneyland in November. And that’s about it.
Here’s a new story for you, soon to be found in…oh, goddamn it. Some freakin’ book I keep promising you guys and then have zero time to work on it. I need two of me to get all the stuff I have to get done.
This is the first of a sixteen-part story, so sit back and enjoy. I think you’ll like this one. Well, if you like spanking and sex, that is. And if you didn’t you certainly wouldn’t be here.
Hugs to you all,
Michelle
As Angela sipped her coffee and read the morning newspaper, she noticed Bill staring at her from the other side of the table. His blue gaze had a sinister glint in it; the corners of his sensual mouth were slightly upturned. A tingle went through her sex. Memories of the night before flashed through her mind, the tingle became a flame. No man had the effect Bill had on her. While they’d only been going out for a month, sex with the guy was off-the-scale.
She dropped the paper, and couldn’t help but smile at his handsome face. “What?”
His eyes narrowed, he nodded, his demeanor seeming almost villainous. A thrill went through her.
“You’re getting spanked tonight, girlie. Over my knee, pants down around your ankles, that fine ass of yours over my knee at my mercy.”
Her sex throbbed, her pulse jump-started. The night before, they’d discussed some of their secret fantasies, which as it turned out, dovetailed nicely with each other. But she had no idea he’d start this soon. Her knees got a bit wobbly, her hands a bit shaky. She’d always had spanking fantasies, but had been too chicken to try them out. And her last lover, her husband of ten years had been a solid dud in the sack.
Bill, however, was a powerhouse in the sack; inventive as hell and at forty-four he had more stamina than a nineteen-year-old. He was a whole new world for her. And while she’d always wanted to be spanked by a handsome, dominant man, she knew there was quite a difference between fantasy and reality.
“Uh…”
His wicked grin widened. “And there’s no way out. Tonight, I take control. You’ll do what you’re told. When you walk in that door at six tonight, you’re mine. You’ll do as I say. Safe-word is Vegas. Repeat it.”
“Vegas.”
His smile warmed. “Good girl.” He returned to his own section of the paper. Leaving her wet and squirming.
Later, she was at her desk at work, trying to figure out where she’d blown the spreadsheet. Numbers weren’t adding up. Truth be told, all she could think about was Bill and their upcoming evening. She was more nervous than a teenager going to her first prom. Which was probably why the numbers weren’t adding up. She’d been fighting for concentration all day.
Her cell phone buzzed in her front pocket, she jumped a foot, her heart thudding. Damn her nerves! She got out her cell; she’d received a text message.
The message read: Go into the bathroom, now. Text me when you get there. Bill.
What? A smile crept on her face. She looked around, guilty, as if everyone had just read Bill’s secret demand. Her co-workers were all focused on work or gossiping. No one was paying attention to her. Swallowing hard, she got up and casually walked into the bathroom and into a stall. The bathroom was empty. She did as ordered and texted Bill that she had arrived.
Immediately, another message appeared on her cell. Touch yourself. Hand down the panties. Do it.
Giggling, Angela complied. She felt so naughty! Her clit electrified under her touch. Oh, dear, she was going to come fast and she was at work! She’d never done anything like this before; it felt so bad. And so good!
Her cell rang, she gasped. It was Bill. “Uh, yeah?” she asked.
“Are you touching yourself?” His voice was silky and low. Just the sound of his voice made her sex throb harder.
“Yes,” she whispered.
“Good. I want you to run your index finger all around your hard little clit. Do it.”
“Okay,” she said quietly. She circled her folds with her finger, so dizzy with desire, she had to lean against the stall’s wall.
“Faster. Feel how hard it is. I’m doing it to you. That’s my finger touching you. Now I’m kissing you, taste me, feel my tongue in your mouth, exploring you. Now I’m touching you faster and harder. How does it feel?”
“Oooh, so good,” she said. She began to lose touch with where she was, all she could think about was Bill. His heady scent. The hard planes of his chest, the V that led down to his formidable tool, the feel of his silky skin under her touch, the steely musculature underneath.
“I’m touching you faster, faster, you want to come, but I won’t let you. Not yet. Hold back while I touch you faster. All you want to do is come, but I order you to hold yourself back.”
“Oh, Bill,” she groaned.
“Don’t you come and don’t stop touching yourself. You come and I’ll spank you double.”
Which was all it took for her to blow; panting, white spots danced across her vision; her ears rang, she moaned deep in her throat and at the last second, she clamped her lips shut so she wouldn’t scream aloud. She collapsed against the cold metal wall of the stall, fighting to get her breath back.
“Oh, little girl is going to pay for that. I heard that, honey. You’re in big, big trouble with me. Big trouble. Now calm down and go back to work and remember, you blew it and you’re gonna be punished for it.”
“I’m sorry, Bill.”
“Not as sorry as you’re gonna be,” he said in a low rasp. Which brought her right back to the verge of climaxing. The man wasn’t even with her and she was ready to explode.
“Now go back to work and think about what a bad girl you’ve been.”
“Yes, Bill.”
“Six o’clock, my house, don’t be late.” Click.
She stood there, stunned. Wiping the sweat from her brow, she wondered how she could walk back out there into the office without everyone knowing what she’d been up to.
©2010, Michelle Carlyle
Friday, October 1, 2010
Do-It-Yourself Troublemaker, Part Three and the Conclusion, too!
Hey Spanky Friends!
Welcome to a completely binary date. 10-1-10. How are you all today? Really? Tell me more. Uh-huh. Wow. That’s cool.
I love having conversations with myself. Which is probably why I write all day long.
Soooo, this month (September even though I know it’s October now) just wrote and edited and sold 63,000 words worth of spanking stories to Discipline and Desire (fifteen in all). If you haven’t already joined, I urge you do so. Ten bucks a month for weekly stories from yours truly, plus some fantastic authors you may not have read before. A great deal and so many, many full length stories for your enjoyment. If you like spanking fiction and you like my work (duh, you wouldn’t be here if you didn’t) you’ll love D and D. And almost all your money goes to the authors. So we can pay our electricity bills and buy computers so we can write this fun stuff for you.
On a personal note, ummm. Not much happening here, which is good. Leaves me more time to write. Hubby still loves his new job and I love mine and life is good. And I’m beginning to realize that when things are good, you must enjoy yourself, because life can throw some real curveballs at you.
And I’m sure more curveballs are on their way to me. I just heard through two family sources that my mother is in a fast decline. And that’s gonna be a tough nut to crack. Losing your mother, no matter how old you are, sucks. So I’m headed to their retirement home next week to visit. Dad’s still doing okay, he’s 88 and Mom’s 86. I can’t imagine life without her. But we all have to leave the planet at sometime. Even if it sucks for the people left behind.
On a lighter note, here is the third part and the conclusion of Do-It-Yourself Troublemaker. Another double post because I felt like it.
Hugs to all you wonderful people out there!
Michelle
If this woman became his, there was no way he’d let her do crazy things. Maybe he’d come along at the right time. Maybe he was just what she needed. Bryan knew a great tried and true method of getting through to accident-prone troublemakers. Right over his knee. And man, Joey had one, nice spankable ass.
Bryan drove her home and pulled up in her driveway. “You need food,” he said, trying for the simple approach.
“I got some, I’ll be okay.”
“I’m offering to buy.”
“Oh. Well… when you put it that way.”
He grinned. “Why don’t you get out of those bloody clothes and I’ll take you to the Bistro for a late lunch.”
“That sounds heavenly.”
She bounded up her stairs and returned in less than five minutes. He laughed at her exuberance. She liked him!
Joey kept trying to appear detached and cool at lunch. But she knew she was blowing it. God, Bryan was so handsome! And he really seemed to like her. He laughed at all her jokes and was so charming! Her heart rate hadn’t slowed once.
His expression grew contemplative. “So…why do you hurt yourself like that?” he said with a nod towards her scarred shoulder.
She shrugged. “Dunno. Klutz, I guess.”
“I think it goes a bit beyond that. What made you think climbing a tree to cut a branch down was a good idea?”
“Uh…” She frowned, thinking. “I wanted it down. Was really all I thought. Guess I’m kinda impatient. Hate waiting for help. I like to do things for myself. Ever since my husband passed, I found myself without a handyman. And without him stopping me at every turn, I guess I like doing stuff myself.”
“He tried to stop you?”
“Yeah. Always said I was reckless.”
He lifted an eyebrow.
“Okay, so I’m reckless. Haven’t died yet.”
“You miss him?”
Old pain tweaked her insides. “Oh, God, yeah. I mean, not as much as I did. Linda thinks I was trying to join him because I missed him so bad.”
“Were you?”
“Possible, I suppose. I mean, not anymore. At first—like when the chainsaw thing happened—I was overcome with grief. I really didn’t care if I lived or died and I hated that stupid branch and hated being powerless. Didn’t want to wait for some man to save me. No offense. Today…I can’t thank you enough. I have discovered over the previous year that life can be okay again. And I’m ready to move on.”
“You did almost die.”
She bit her lip. “I know. And I really don’t want to.”
“Good. I don’t want you to, either.” He winked at her.
A rush of white-hot energy filled her, centering on her sex. She squirmed on her seat. Wow, that felt good. How long had it been since she felt this way about a guy? Just about five years.
After lunch, they drove back home.
After he parked his car in his driveway, he turned to her. “You want to come and see what I’ve done with the place?”
“Can I see your etchings?”
He laughed, a deep roaring belly laugh and reddened.
“Please don’t be embarrassed, I was trying to figure out a way to get you to ask me inside.”
His laugh grew. He escorted her into his house. As soon as they hit his living room, she turned to him.
“This is beautiful. I love what you’ve done with the floors and the paint job. Beautiful.”
“You know what else is beautiful?”
“What?”
“You.”
He took her in his arms and kissed her. She was blown right out of her socks. Five years of pent need exploded, she grabbed onto him and kissed him back with everything she had. He tasted so good, his tongue was masterful, her body buzzed with lust and excitement.
He was so tall! His shoulders were so firm, a total hard body.
Bryan cupped her face with his large, warm hands; tingly energy seared her cheeks and made her nearly faint with want. He drove his tongue deeper inside, toying with her own until the room spun.
He let go, his gaze heavy-lidded. “You are something special, lady.”
“God, you’re so hot,” she whispered.
He grinned and kissed her again, she melted in his arms. He pulled her close, molding her body to his. His steely rod pressed firmly against her belly, she wanted him inside her.
He pulled away. “Oh, God, I’m getting carried away here. Look, I don’t want you to think I don’t respect you. I do, I’m just…God, I’ve been in lust with you since the day I first saw you. You are the hottest woman I’ve met in years. But I’m not a user. I…”
“Neither am I.”
“I just want you to know that my intentions are honorable. No matter what happens, I want to see you. I want to keep on seeing you. Do you feel the same away about—”
She attacked him with a kiss. He laughed into her mouth.
“I’ll take that as a yes.” He picked her up and carried her to his bedroom.
She giggled, so turned on, her sex was super ready.
Within seconds of reaching the bedroom, he’d stripped her naked.
He gasped when he saw her bare body. “My God, you’re even more beautiful.”
He dropped to take her breast in his mouth while his hand teased her sex. She spread her legs, eager for his touch.
She gasped when his finger slipped over her clit. How long had it been? And this guy was a superstar. A lovemaking superstar.
He gently laid her back on his bed, then fell between her legs. Flicking her hungry nub with his dexterous tongue, she ran her hands through his soft hair and squealed with delight. Two seconds later, she blasted into a thunderous orgasm. That was so fast!
And then he was on top and inside her. He moved slowly at first, watching her carefully for her reaction. When he hit her g-spot, she gasped. It had been so long! Oh, God, he felt so good!
Gradually, he built his pace until he was full-on powering into her. She screamed with joy as climax after climax shook her nether regions. This was so fun! Yeee-hah!
He drove into her faster and faster until he shuddered, crying out with his own release. Which sent her even higher.
Sweaty and spent, they both collapsed to the bed, laughing.
“Wow, that was amazing!” she exulted.
He brought her to him and smacked her butt a couple times, sending shockwaves of sensation ricocheting through her sex. Ooo, he had a nice touch with the spanks, too. She loved a few love taps on her ass after coming. So fun!
His grin widened at her reaction. “Girl after my own heart. You like the spanky games, huh?”
“Oh, God, yes. Do that again.” She flopped onto her stomach and raised her buns so he could get a better shot at her.
He fired one into her sit spots; delicious waves of joy echoed through her sex. He let his swat do its work, then he spanked her again, a bit harder this time. She gasped. It felt so good!
One then the other, he worked her ass, building his play punishment slowly. Closer and closer, she came to the edge. Was she going to come from just a spanking?
She raised her ass higher and tucked her legs under her so more of the swat would impact her clit.
Whack! She shot straight to the edge. Oh, God, she was gonna come!
He laid a series of perfectly aimed swats with just the right strength exactly where she needed it. Fireworks exploded in her mind, her sex and clit jolted with a shockingly intense orgasm. She cried out with ecstasy, gripping the bed with both hands and arching her back to receive his amazing spanks. Her entire body shook with rapture. He continued his strikes until she collapsed to the bed. Then he spanked her two final good ones, she shivered with the last throes of her climax.
When she got her breath back, she began giggling. Laughing, he gathered her into his arms and cradled her. Then he laid her down beside him; she pressed the length of herself against his lean body.
“You’re fun,” he said in a deep, lusty tone.
“You’re even more fun,” She bit his neck and he yelped.
“What a perfect playmate, you are. And this probably isn’t the time, but lady, I think I’m playin’ you for keeps.”
She gasped and her heart burst wide open. She squeezed him hard. “Thanks for saying that. I feel exactly the same way.”
He kissed her, which started things all over again.
Joey looked at the clock. Bryan was due in a half hour. Quick! She could just put that one screw into the rain gutter in the back before he got there. He’d ordered her to stay away from ladders and power tools until her hand healed. A week into their new relationship, Bryan was still in the deluded phase of falling in love. For some reason, he thought he had control over her. Yeah, right. She raced to the garage, grabbed her ladder and hustled it outside. Within seconds, she was at the top, balanced perfectly and ready to put in the screw.
Gurgle, gurk! She stopped. What a weird noise. She couldn’t tell where it came from. Sounded like a cross between a duck quacking and a cat strangling. She looked around, but didn’t see anything. She returned to her chore and finished fast.
Climbing down wasn’t as easy as going up. Not with the stupid hurt hand. As she landed on the ground, some movement out of the shadows under the eaves of the house caught her attention.
She turned and there was Bryan, his gaze flaming, his face stony, his jaw and fists clenched. Oops.
“Hi, honey, I didn’t—”
“Don’t you ‘hi, honey’ me, Joey. You made me a promise.”
“I’m not sure I technically promised you.”
“Inside,” he said, jerking his head towards the back door.
This didn’t sound good. Sounded like a confrontation. Oh, dear. Was she going to have to teach him a lesson today about who she really was?
She went inside, he slammed the door behind her. She turned to talk to him, he was right there. Taking her by the upper arm, he pulled her into her living room.
She dragged her feet. “Hey, wait.”
He reached the couch, sat down and pulled her off balance. She fell forward, across his lap.
“Hey, wait!”
“No, you wait.” He took the back of her pants and undies and pulled them down to her knees.
She wiggled to get away and searing pain blazed her bare behind. She almost jumped out of her skin. Was that his hand? Did he just hit her that hard with just his hand? This was nothing like his play spankings!
“You stay still and you listen to me, woman,” he said in a harsh tone.
“Hey, that hurt!”
“Good. You and I are going to have a little talk.” Spank!
“Yeee-ow! Bryan, stop!”
Swat! “No! You’re going to listen to me and listen to me good. I (spank) told you to stay away from power tools!” Spank, spank, spank.
“Ow! Ow! Owwww! Bryan!”
“You are injured and could hurt yourself worse!” A blazing series of horrid swats aimed right on her sit spots.
Tears rolled down her cheeks. “Bryan!” She kicked her feet.
“Don’t ‘Bryan’ me, lady!” Too many spanks to count rained down on her poor ass.
“Owww! Stop!”
“Now you be quiet and listen to me. Are you listening?”
“Yes!” she yelled quickly.
“You are my woman, right?”
“Right!”
“You want to live to be with me, right?”
“Yes!”
“Then (spank) don’t (spank) put (really horrid spank) yourself (spank, spank, spank) in danger!” A storm of swats all over her tender ass.
“Okay! Okay!”
“Do you understand me?”
“Yes!”
“Do you think I’m being unfair?”
“No!” Unfortunately, he really wasn’t. And while she wished he’d stop and she hated it, no one had ever cared about her enough to set limits on her. Not even her ex. She’d always pushed it.
Those days could be over.
“I love you!” He spanked her a hard one, she yipped. “And I can’t stand the thought of you getting hurt. From now on, you listen to me. From now on, when I say don’t use power tools…” He lit into her ass with horrendous power.
She yowled.
“You don’t use power tools.” He laid several more nasty spanks all over her burning buns. “Understand?”
“Ow! Yes! I understand!”
He picked her up off his lap, gathered her in his arms and crushed her in a hug. “You will obey me, woman,” he rasped.
“I’m sorry, Bryan,” she sniffled.
“You’d better be. Damn crazy loon, up on a bloody ladder. I saw you up there, but didn’t want you to fall so I hid.”
“Oh! That was the strange noise I heard, it was you.”
“Yes. I choked when I saw where you were. What the hell were you thinking? I could have done that for you.”
“It was only one screw,” she said in a small voice.
“Only one screw. Do I have to spank you again?”
“No. Please don’t. I got it. I won’t lie to you, I’ll listen to you.”
“I don’t spank my women for real unless they deserve it. I don’t like spanking you other than for play. So don’t push me again, you hear?”
“I won’t!” She sniffed and bit her lip.
“Now don’t pout. I’m not going to stop you from doing your projects, just the ones that might hurt you. No chainsaws up trees, no work while you’re healing. I think I’m being remarkably restrained here.”
“You are. I just… never had anyone who cared as much as you do.”
He kissed her hard. “I love you, you idiot,” he said into her mouth. She kissed him back eagerly.
He dropped a hand between her legs, her sex drive roared to life.
He grinned at her reaction. “Well, looky here, your pants are off. Now what should I do about that?”
She sent him a wicked grin. He kissed her again and pushed her back against the couch.
©2010, Michelle Carlyle
Welcome to a completely binary date. 10-1-10. How are you all today? Really? Tell me more. Uh-huh. Wow. That’s cool.
I love having conversations with myself. Which is probably why I write all day long.
Soooo, this month (September even though I know it’s October now) just wrote and edited and sold 63,000 words worth of spanking stories to Discipline and Desire (fifteen in all). If you haven’t already joined, I urge you do so. Ten bucks a month for weekly stories from yours truly, plus some fantastic authors you may not have read before. A great deal and so many, many full length stories for your enjoyment. If you like spanking fiction and you like my work (duh, you wouldn’t be here if you didn’t) you’ll love D and D. And almost all your money goes to the authors. So we can pay our electricity bills and buy computers so we can write this fun stuff for you.
On a personal note, ummm. Not much happening here, which is good. Leaves me more time to write. Hubby still loves his new job and I love mine and life is good. And I’m beginning to realize that when things are good, you must enjoy yourself, because life can throw some real curveballs at you.
And I’m sure more curveballs are on their way to me. I just heard through two family sources that my mother is in a fast decline. And that’s gonna be a tough nut to crack. Losing your mother, no matter how old you are, sucks. So I’m headed to their retirement home next week to visit. Dad’s still doing okay, he’s 88 and Mom’s 86. I can’t imagine life without her. But we all have to leave the planet at sometime. Even if it sucks for the people left behind.
On a lighter note, here is the third part and the conclusion of Do-It-Yourself Troublemaker. Another double post because I felt like it.
Hugs to all you wonderful people out there!
Michelle
If this woman became his, there was no way he’d let her do crazy things. Maybe he’d come along at the right time. Maybe he was just what she needed. Bryan knew a great tried and true method of getting through to accident-prone troublemakers. Right over his knee. And man, Joey had one, nice spankable ass.
Bryan drove her home and pulled up in her driveway. “You need food,” he said, trying for the simple approach.
“I got some, I’ll be okay.”
“I’m offering to buy.”
“Oh. Well… when you put it that way.”
He grinned. “Why don’t you get out of those bloody clothes and I’ll take you to the Bistro for a late lunch.”
“That sounds heavenly.”
She bounded up her stairs and returned in less than five minutes. He laughed at her exuberance. She liked him!
Joey kept trying to appear detached and cool at lunch. But she knew she was blowing it. God, Bryan was so handsome! And he really seemed to like her. He laughed at all her jokes and was so charming! Her heart rate hadn’t slowed once.
His expression grew contemplative. “So…why do you hurt yourself like that?” he said with a nod towards her scarred shoulder.
She shrugged. “Dunno. Klutz, I guess.”
“I think it goes a bit beyond that. What made you think climbing a tree to cut a branch down was a good idea?”
“Uh…” She frowned, thinking. “I wanted it down. Was really all I thought. Guess I’m kinda impatient. Hate waiting for help. I like to do things for myself. Ever since my husband passed, I found myself without a handyman. And without him stopping me at every turn, I guess I like doing stuff myself.”
“He tried to stop you?”
“Yeah. Always said I was reckless.”
He lifted an eyebrow.
“Okay, so I’m reckless. Haven’t died yet.”
“You miss him?”
Old pain tweaked her insides. “Oh, God, yeah. I mean, not as much as I did. Linda thinks I was trying to join him because I missed him so bad.”
“Were you?”
“Possible, I suppose. I mean, not anymore. At first—like when the chainsaw thing happened—I was overcome with grief. I really didn’t care if I lived or died and I hated that stupid branch and hated being powerless. Didn’t want to wait for some man to save me. No offense. Today…I can’t thank you enough. I have discovered over the previous year that life can be okay again. And I’m ready to move on.”
“You did almost die.”
She bit her lip. “I know. And I really don’t want to.”
“Good. I don’t want you to, either.” He winked at her.
A rush of white-hot energy filled her, centering on her sex. She squirmed on her seat. Wow, that felt good. How long had it been since she felt this way about a guy? Just about five years.
After lunch, they drove back home.
After he parked his car in his driveway, he turned to her. “You want to come and see what I’ve done with the place?”
“Can I see your etchings?”
He laughed, a deep roaring belly laugh and reddened.
“Please don’t be embarrassed, I was trying to figure out a way to get you to ask me inside.”
His laugh grew. He escorted her into his house. As soon as they hit his living room, she turned to him.
“This is beautiful. I love what you’ve done with the floors and the paint job. Beautiful.”
“You know what else is beautiful?”
“What?”
“You.”
He took her in his arms and kissed her. She was blown right out of her socks. Five years of pent need exploded, she grabbed onto him and kissed him back with everything she had. He tasted so good, his tongue was masterful, her body buzzed with lust and excitement.
He was so tall! His shoulders were so firm, a total hard body.
Bryan cupped her face with his large, warm hands; tingly energy seared her cheeks and made her nearly faint with want. He drove his tongue deeper inside, toying with her own until the room spun.
He let go, his gaze heavy-lidded. “You are something special, lady.”
“God, you’re so hot,” she whispered.
He grinned and kissed her again, she melted in his arms. He pulled her close, molding her body to his. His steely rod pressed firmly against her belly, she wanted him inside her.
He pulled away. “Oh, God, I’m getting carried away here. Look, I don’t want you to think I don’t respect you. I do, I’m just…God, I’ve been in lust with you since the day I first saw you. You are the hottest woman I’ve met in years. But I’m not a user. I…”
“Neither am I.”
“I just want you to know that my intentions are honorable. No matter what happens, I want to see you. I want to keep on seeing you. Do you feel the same away about—”
She attacked him with a kiss. He laughed into her mouth.
“I’ll take that as a yes.” He picked her up and carried her to his bedroom.
She giggled, so turned on, her sex was super ready.
Within seconds of reaching the bedroom, he’d stripped her naked.
He gasped when he saw her bare body. “My God, you’re even more beautiful.”
He dropped to take her breast in his mouth while his hand teased her sex. She spread her legs, eager for his touch.
She gasped when his finger slipped over her clit. How long had it been? And this guy was a superstar. A lovemaking superstar.
He gently laid her back on his bed, then fell between her legs. Flicking her hungry nub with his dexterous tongue, she ran her hands through his soft hair and squealed with delight. Two seconds later, she blasted into a thunderous orgasm. That was so fast!
And then he was on top and inside her. He moved slowly at first, watching her carefully for her reaction. When he hit her g-spot, she gasped. It had been so long! Oh, God, he felt so good!
Gradually, he built his pace until he was full-on powering into her. She screamed with joy as climax after climax shook her nether regions. This was so fun! Yeee-hah!
He drove into her faster and faster until he shuddered, crying out with his own release. Which sent her even higher.
Sweaty and spent, they both collapsed to the bed, laughing.
“Wow, that was amazing!” she exulted.
He brought her to him and smacked her butt a couple times, sending shockwaves of sensation ricocheting through her sex. Ooo, he had a nice touch with the spanks, too. She loved a few love taps on her ass after coming. So fun!
His grin widened at her reaction. “Girl after my own heart. You like the spanky games, huh?”
“Oh, God, yes. Do that again.” She flopped onto her stomach and raised her buns so he could get a better shot at her.
He fired one into her sit spots; delicious waves of joy echoed through her sex. He let his swat do its work, then he spanked her again, a bit harder this time. She gasped. It felt so good!
One then the other, he worked her ass, building his play punishment slowly. Closer and closer, she came to the edge. Was she going to come from just a spanking?
She raised her ass higher and tucked her legs under her so more of the swat would impact her clit.
Whack! She shot straight to the edge. Oh, God, she was gonna come!
He laid a series of perfectly aimed swats with just the right strength exactly where she needed it. Fireworks exploded in her mind, her sex and clit jolted with a shockingly intense orgasm. She cried out with ecstasy, gripping the bed with both hands and arching her back to receive his amazing spanks. Her entire body shook with rapture. He continued his strikes until she collapsed to the bed. Then he spanked her two final good ones, she shivered with the last throes of her climax.
When she got her breath back, she began giggling. Laughing, he gathered her into his arms and cradled her. Then he laid her down beside him; she pressed the length of herself against his lean body.
“You’re fun,” he said in a deep, lusty tone.
“You’re even more fun,” She bit his neck and he yelped.
“What a perfect playmate, you are. And this probably isn’t the time, but lady, I think I’m playin’ you for keeps.”
She gasped and her heart burst wide open. She squeezed him hard. “Thanks for saying that. I feel exactly the same way.”
He kissed her, which started things all over again.
Joey looked at the clock. Bryan was due in a half hour. Quick! She could just put that one screw into the rain gutter in the back before he got there. He’d ordered her to stay away from ladders and power tools until her hand healed. A week into their new relationship, Bryan was still in the deluded phase of falling in love. For some reason, he thought he had control over her. Yeah, right. She raced to the garage, grabbed her ladder and hustled it outside. Within seconds, she was at the top, balanced perfectly and ready to put in the screw.
Gurgle, gurk! She stopped. What a weird noise. She couldn’t tell where it came from. Sounded like a cross between a duck quacking and a cat strangling. She looked around, but didn’t see anything. She returned to her chore and finished fast.
Climbing down wasn’t as easy as going up. Not with the stupid hurt hand. As she landed on the ground, some movement out of the shadows under the eaves of the house caught her attention.
She turned and there was Bryan, his gaze flaming, his face stony, his jaw and fists clenched. Oops.
“Hi, honey, I didn’t—”
“Don’t you ‘hi, honey’ me, Joey. You made me a promise.”
“I’m not sure I technically promised you.”
“Inside,” he said, jerking his head towards the back door.
This didn’t sound good. Sounded like a confrontation. Oh, dear. Was she going to have to teach him a lesson today about who she really was?
She went inside, he slammed the door behind her. She turned to talk to him, he was right there. Taking her by the upper arm, he pulled her into her living room.
She dragged her feet. “Hey, wait.”
He reached the couch, sat down and pulled her off balance. She fell forward, across his lap.
“Hey, wait!”
“No, you wait.” He took the back of her pants and undies and pulled them down to her knees.
She wiggled to get away and searing pain blazed her bare behind. She almost jumped out of her skin. Was that his hand? Did he just hit her that hard with just his hand? This was nothing like his play spankings!
“You stay still and you listen to me, woman,” he said in a harsh tone.
“Hey, that hurt!”
“Good. You and I are going to have a little talk.” Spank!
“Yeee-ow! Bryan, stop!”
Swat! “No! You’re going to listen to me and listen to me good. I (spank) told you to stay away from power tools!” Spank, spank, spank.
“Ow! Ow! Owwww! Bryan!”
“You are injured and could hurt yourself worse!” A blazing series of horrid swats aimed right on her sit spots.
Tears rolled down her cheeks. “Bryan!” She kicked her feet.
“Don’t ‘Bryan’ me, lady!” Too many spanks to count rained down on her poor ass.
“Owww! Stop!”
“Now you be quiet and listen to me. Are you listening?”
“Yes!” she yelled quickly.
“You are my woman, right?”
“Right!”
“You want to live to be with me, right?”
“Yes!”
“Then (spank) don’t (spank) put (really horrid spank) yourself (spank, spank, spank) in danger!” A storm of swats all over her tender ass.
“Okay! Okay!”
“Do you understand me?”
“Yes!”
“Do you think I’m being unfair?”
“No!” Unfortunately, he really wasn’t. And while she wished he’d stop and she hated it, no one had ever cared about her enough to set limits on her. Not even her ex. She’d always pushed it.
Those days could be over.
“I love you!” He spanked her a hard one, she yipped. “And I can’t stand the thought of you getting hurt. From now on, you listen to me. From now on, when I say don’t use power tools…” He lit into her ass with horrendous power.
She yowled.
“You don’t use power tools.” He laid several more nasty spanks all over her burning buns. “Understand?”
“Ow! Yes! I understand!”
He picked her up off his lap, gathered her in his arms and crushed her in a hug. “You will obey me, woman,” he rasped.
“I’m sorry, Bryan,” she sniffled.
“You’d better be. Damn crazy loon, up on a bloody ladder. I saw you up there, but didn’t want you to fall so I hid.”
“Oh! That was the strange noise I heard, it was you.”
“Yes. I choked when I saw where you were. What the hell were you thinking? I could have done that for you.”
“It was only one screw,” she said in a small voice.
“Only one screw. Do I have to spank you again?”
“No. Please don’t. I got it. I won’t lie to you, I’ll listen to you.”
“I don’t spank my women for real unless they deserve it. I don’t like spanking you other than for play. So don’t push me again, you hear?”
“I won’t!” She sniffed and bit her lip.
“Now don’t pout. I’m not going to stop you from doing your projects, just the ones that might hurt you. No chainsaws up trees, no work while you’re healing. I think I’m being remarkably restrained here.”
“You are. I just… never had anyone who cared as much as you do.”
He kissed her hard. “I love you, you idiot,” he said into her mouth. She kissed him back eagerly.
He dropped a hand between her legs, her sex drive roared to life.
He grinned at her reaction. “Well, looky here, your pants are off. Now what should I do about that?”
She sent him a wicked grin. He kissed her again and pushed her back against the couch.
©2010, Michelle Carlyle
Friday, September 24, 2010
Do-It-Yourself Troublemaker, Parts One and Two
Hey Spanky Friends!!!
I’m baaaaaackkkk! Had a great time at Shasta Lake with the hubby. Lots of sleeping, sex, hikes and reading. And now I’ve hit the ground running and have written a bunch of spanking stories this week! Yay! My favorite!
Here’s a new story for you, soon to be found in…my ninth book, which will be out…um…as soon as I get the sixth, seventh and eighth books formatted. I’m so baaad! I have to put out the new books and I’ve been so slammed, I’ve had no time. Bad, bad, Michelle, needs a spanking to get more motivated. Hey, now there’s an idea. Except for me, spankings aren’t exactly punishment. Wheee!
Okay, enough of this, I have to get back to work and finish up my deadlines.
Hugs to you all and I’ll be back next week with more!
Michelle
Wham! Joey pounded the last nail in the roof. Dizzy and pouring with sweat, she was completely relieved to be done. Nice sunny days were perfect for sunbathing, but not re-roofing your house.
She stood, eager to stretch out her tired back. Her world went gray. White lights streaked her vision. The roof zoomed up at her and smacked her on the side.
Sky, roof, sky, roof. She rolled over and over, down the slanted roof.
“Oh, God! No!” came a thunderous roar from down below her somewhere.
Snap out of it! You’re gonna die!
At the edge of the roof, she snapped into consciousness. As she fell off, she reached out and grabbed the gutter, slicing her right hand. Her body swung down and she slammed into the ladder, sending it toppling over.
No! She gripped the rain gutter with everything she had. Her body swung slowly to a stop. Her right hand hurt like hell and blood dripped down her arm.
Tink! She dropped a bit. A nail came out of the gutter! No! Tink! Tink! Tink!
Adrenaline slammed her system. She was gonna die!
The ladder appeared next to her. What the hell?
“Can you get on it?” came an unfamiliar, yet very deep and masculine voice.
She reached out with her leg and could just touch it. “I’m trying, can you move it closer?”
“There’s uneven pavement down below.”
“Damn.”
“I’ll be right there!” Mystery Man said.
The ladder moved with someone’s weight. Her arms were searing in agony and her right hand blazed with pain.
A very long and strong arm wrapped around her middle. “Keep reaching, that’s right. Good, good. I’ve got you. On a count of three. One, two, three!”
She pulled herself over; the guy’s arm was like a steel band around her. A moment later, she was safely balanced on the ladder. And sharing it with a very large man. She couldn’t get a good look at him because she was more focused on the staying on the ladder, but she could tell he was a big ‘un.
“Okay now, you stay there, I’m going to carefully work my way back down,” he said.
“Okay, thanks.”
“You okay? Still dizzy?”
“Yeah, but I’m okay. I can make it.”
“Great.”
It wasn’t easy climbing down with a hurt hand, but she was strong and finally stepped off the ladder and onto the ground.
“Damn, woman. That was crazy. Are you okay?”
She looked up into a pair of the bluest eyes she’d ever seen. The man was gorgeous. Super tall, medium length soft brown hair that fell in wisps around his ears, aquiline nose, full sensual lips, prominent jaw. So hot. Around her age, late thirties, early forties.
He smiled. “Are you okay?”
The pain in her hand shook her out of the hormonal fog. She glanced down at it and winced. An ugly three-inch gash sliced across her palm. Still bleeding pretty good.
“My hand got sliced.”
He took her hand in his and grimaced. “You need to see a doctor.”
“Oh, man, Linda is gonna yell at me.” She sighed heavily.
“Who’s Linda?”
“My doctor. Buddy from high school. Has a practice down on Mission. What time is it?”
“Around two.”
“Saturdays she’s there until three. Might just make it. Well, thanks… uh.”
“Bryan Snow.”
“I’m Joey Dupree.”
“I know. I read your column.”
“Oh. Oh. Uh, oh.” She checked his expression carefully. “You don’t seem upset.”
“No, I think you’re funny.”
Relief washed through her. “Good. Some people in this town want my column cancelled.”
“What? Why?”
“Because I talk about stuff they don’t think should be talked about. And I’m a screaming liberal.”
He laughed. “You are that. Come on, I’m taking you to the doctor.”
“I can drive myself.”
“With that hand? No.” He gestured across the street. “Come on, we’ll take my car.”
As they walked to his car, she glanced up at him. “So where did you come from? Just out rescuing damsels in distress?”
“No, I live here.” He pointed at the house directly across the street from hers.
“You what? I thought a computer guy bought it.”
“He did. I’m a computer guy.”
“You? But you’re tall and hunky… sorry.”
His grin nearly split his face. “I get that a lot.”
Bubbly energy welled up within her. A hunk! Right across the street! Sweet! “Well, welcome to Briarwood.”
“Thanks,” he said as they reached his car. “Does your friend work at the Creekside Clinic?”
“Yep.”
“I know where it is. Get in.”
She stopped at the passenger side door. “Wait. I don’t want to bleed all over your car.”
He shook his head and chuckled. “Got some tissue in the car. Get in.”
“For crying out loud, what the hell did you do to yourself this time?” Dr. Linda Muller said, her mouth agape. She frowned at Joey’s palm. “Look at that! You just healed, you idiot! Come on,” she said, pulling her into the examining room. “Gina?” she called out to her nurse. “I need the succors and lidocaine. Again.” She nodded over at Bryan. “Hey you, tall cute and handsome. You want to come in and watch your damsel get stitched? Boring out there in the waiting room with the two-year-old magazines. Unless you want to read about George Bush’s cabinet appointees.”
Bryan laughed and followed the two women inside.
Joey hopped up on the table in her usual spot, Bryan took a chair in the corner.
Linda frowned at her. “So what’d you do this time?”
Joey briefly gave her the story.
Linda smacked her on the shoulder. “Roofing on a hot day? Are you this stupid?”
“I started when it was cool. I just wanted to finish.”
“Well, it almost finished you. Christ, I suppose I should be happy I’m not shoveling your remains into a garbage can. You almost fell off your roof? Just don’t tell me anymore. Okay? Just come in here and lie to me. I don’t want to know how bad it could have been. Christ. You are a problem child.”
“Tell me about it.”
Linda jerked her head towards Bryan. “So where’d you find him?”
Bryan laughed. “I moved in across the street from Miss Joey.”
“That’s lucky. Oh, you’re probably married.”
Joey tried not to look at Bryan. But she felt her ear travel all the way over to stop inches in front of his mouth.
“No. Divorced three years ago. Haven’t found anyone special yet.”
Joey’s mood soared.
Linda brightened. “Hey, Joey, look, single attractive man across the street. How lucky is that?”
Joey’s face went so hot it felt radioactive. “Linda, will you not?” Don’t blow it for me!
“Wow, look at that color. See that Bryan? She only does that when she likes someone. You might have a chance at her.”
Joey glowered at her. “Will you please shut up and OW!” Linda injected the lidocaine.
Linda pursed her lips at her and moved the needle to another location. “You are such a wuss.” She turned to Bryan, who couldn’t stop laughing. “She’s such a wuss.”
“Damn that hurts, you butcher!”
“Me the butcher? You’re the one who routinely chops miscellaneous parts off your body.”
“Only the tip of that one finger, my baby toe and that chunk out of my shoulder.”
“What about that earlobe?”
Joey rubbed her lumpy earlobe. “You sewed it back on.”
“Yeah and your shoulder isn’t looking so bad these days.”
Bryan couldn’t believe this whole scene. He’d been staring at Joey’s gorgeous buff shoulders since he moved in, but had never seen them close up. He’d just noticed the seven-inch-long scar across her left shoulder. He couldn’t believe she was as wild in person as she was in her column. What a woman. Needed some impulse control, but wow, what a hot girl. He loved her tomboyish bravado, her sweet smile, that sparkling brown gaze. And watching her banter with her friend sealed the deal. He wanted her. And he wanted her badly.
He’d been watching her ever since he moved in. He worked mainly at home and faced the street when he worked on his computer. Joey seemed to be involved in a never-ending stream of projects. She was either hammering, sawing or painting. Or pulling weeds, digging holes or planting in her garden. Limitless energy.
What he really liked was that she worked in a tight tank top and blue jeans shorts, showing off her pert breasts, muscular arms and long buff legs. No make-up, but she was tanned from being outdoors. She had a natural, earthy, easy beauty. Just his type.
He’d been trying to figure out a way to strike up a conversation with her, but had been so busy with the move-in and deadlines that he hadn’t yet found the time.
Joey nodded at him. “So Bryan, you saw me fall or what?”
“Yeah,” he said, trying to sound casual. I was staring at you trying to figure out a way to talk to you. “I was getting something out of my car and happened to look up.”
She nodded and checked out her wound as Linda sewed it up. “Well, thank bloody God. Guess I should have been a bit more careful.”
“You guess?” Bryan and Linda asked in incredulous tones.
She grinned sheepishly. She was so adorable! How to ask her out? Ahh, yes, under the guise of caretaking. He’d invite her over for dinner. Because she surely couldn’t cook for herself. No! He’d take her out. That lovely little bistro downtown.
Of course, at his house, his bed was only feet away. Take it easy, man. Don’t rush it. Don’t make her think you only want her for a quick roll in the hay. Bistro would be better.
“So how did you get that scar on your shoulder?” he asked.
She glanced down at it. “Chainsaw.”
Linda laughed. “Oh, come on, tell him the whole story.”
“What? I was cutting a branch off a tree and the damn thing slipped.”
“What she isn’t saying is that she was twenty feet up the goddamned tree.”
Bryan nearly jumped out of his skin. “What? You did what?”
Linda chuckled. “Oh, this one is totally brainless at times.”
Joey stuck out her chin defiantly. “I am not. Well, partially. The damn branch was bugging me. I could see it out of my bedroom window, this ugly broken half-dead thing. If it had come down it could have wasted the cat. He sleeps under that tree all the time.”
“Ever heard of impulse control?” Bryan asked.
Linda burst out laughing. “I wrote her a prescription for it, but she won’t take her pills.”
“It’s no big deal,” Joey said in a small voice.
If this woman became his, there was no way he’d let her do crazy things. Maybe he’d come along at the right time. Maybe he was just what she needed. He knew a great tried and true method of getting through to accident-prone troublemakers. Right over his knee. And man, Joey had one, nice spankable ass.
©2010, Michelle Carlyle
I’m baaaaaackkkk! Had a great time at Shasta Lake with the hubby. Lots of sleeping, sex, hikes and reading. And now I’ve hit the ground running and have written a bunch of spanking stories this week! Yay! My favorite!
Here’s a new story for you, soon to be found in…my ninth book, which will be out…um…as soon as I get the sixth, seventh and eighth books formatted. I’m so baaad! I have to put out the new books and I’ve been so slammed, I’ve had no time. Bad, bad, Michelle, needs a spanking to get more motivated. Hey, now there’s an idea. Except for me, spankings aren’t exactly punishment. Wheee!
Okay, enough of this, I have to get back to work and finish up my deadlines.
Hugs to you all and I’ll be back next week with more!
Michelle
Wham! Joey pounded the last nail in the roof. Dizzy and pouring with sweat, she was completely relieved to be done. Nice sunny days were perfect for sunbathing, but not re-roofing your house.
She stood, eager to stretch out her tired back. Her world went gray. White lights streaked her vision. The roof zoomed up at her and smacked her on the side.
Sky, roof, sky, roof. She rolled over and over, down the slanted roof.
“Oh, God! No!” came a thunderous roar from down below her somewhere.
Snap out of it! You’re gonna die!
At the edge of the roof, she snapped into consciousness. As she fell off, she reached out and grabbed the gutter, slicing her right hand. Her body swung down and she slammed into the ladder, sending it toppling over.
No! She gripped the rain gutter with everything she had. Her body swung slowly to a stop. Her right hand hurt like hell and blood dripped down her arm.
Tink! She dropped a bit. A nail came out of the gutter! No! Tink! Tink! Tink!
Adrenaline slammed her system. She was gonna die!
The ladder appeared next to her. What the hell?
“Can you get on it?” came an unfamiliar, yet very deep and masculine voice.
She reached out with her leg and could just touch it. “I’m trying, can you move it closer?”
“There’s uneven pavement down below.”
“Damn.”
“I’ll be right there!” Mystery Man said.
The ladder moved with someone’s weight. Her arms were searing in agony and her right hand blazed with pain.
A very long and strong arm wrapped around her middle. “Keep reaching, that’s right. Good, good. I’ve got you. On a count of three. One, two, three!”
She pulled herself over; the guy’s arm was like a steel band around her. A moment later, she was safely balanced on the ladder. And sharing it with a very large man. She couldn’t get a good look at him because she was more focused on the staying on the ladder, but she could tell he was a big ‘un.
“Okay now, you stay there, I’m going to carefully work my way back down,” he said.
“Okay, thanks.”
“You okay? Still dizzy?”
“Yeah, but I’m okay. I can make it.”
“Great.”
It wasn’t easy climbing down with a hurt hand, but she was strong and finally stepped off the ladder and onto the ground.
“Damn, woman. That was crazy. Are you okay?”
She looked up into a pair of the bluest eyes she’d ever seen. The man was gorgeous. Super tall, medium length soft brown hair that fell in wisps around his ears, aquiline nose, full sensual lips, prominent jaw. So hot. Around her age, late thirties, early forties.
He smiled. “Are you okay?”
The pain in her hand shook her out of the hormonal fog. She glanced down at it and winced. An ugly three-inch gash sliced across her palm. Still bleeding pretty good.
“My hand got sliced.”
He took her hand in his and grimaced. “You need to see a doctor.”
“Oh, man, Linda is gonna yell at me.” She sighed heavily.
“Who’s Linda?”
“My doctor. Buddy from high school. Has a practice down on Mission. What time is it?”
“Around two.”
“Saturdays she’s there until three. Might just make it. Well, thanks… uh.”
“Bryan Snow.”
“I’m Joey Dupree.”
“I know. I read your column.”
“Oh. Oh. Uh, oh.” She checked his expression carefully. “You don’t seem upset.”
“No, I think you’re funny.”
Relief washed through her. “Good. Some people in this town want my column cancelled.”
“What? Why?”
“Because I talk about stuff they don’t think should be talked about. And I’m a screaming liberal.”
He laughed. “You are that. Come on, I’m taking you to the doctor.”
“I can drive myself.”
“With that hand? No.” He gestured across the street. “Come on, we’ll take my car.”
As they walked to his car, she glanced up at him. “So where did you come from? Just out rescuing damsels in distress?”
“No, I live here.” He pointed at the house directly across the street from hers.
“You what? I thought a computer guy bought it.”
“He did. I’m a computer guy.”
“You? But you’re tall and hunky… sorry.”
His grin nearly split his face. “I get that a lot.”
Bubbly energy welled up within her. A hunk! Right across the street! Sweet! “Well, welcome to Briarwood.”
“Thanks,” he said as they reached his car. “Does your friend work at the Creekside Clinic?”
“Yep.”
“I know where it is. Get in.”
She stopped at the passenger side door. “Wait. I don’t want to bleed all over your car.”
He shook his head and chuckled. “Got some tissue in the car. Get in.”
“For crying out loud, what the hell did you do to yourself this time?” Dr. Linda Muller said, her mouth agape. She frowned at Joey’s palm. “Look at that! You just healed, you idiot! Come on,” she said, pulling her into the examining room. “Gina?” she called out to her nurse. “I need the succors and lidocaine. Again.” She nodded over at Bryan. “Hey you, tall cute and handsome. You want to come in and watch your damsel get stitched? Boring out there in the waiting room with the two-year-old magazines. Unless you want to read about George Bush’s cabinet appointees.”
Bryan laughed and followed the two women inside.
Joey hopped up on the table in her usual spot, Bryan took a chair in the corner.
Linda frowned at her. “So what’d you do this time?”
Joey briefly gave her the story.
Linda smacked her on the shoulder. “Roofing on a hot day? Are you this stupid?”
“I started when it was cool. I just wanted to finish.”
“Well, it almost finished you. Christ, I suppose I should be happy I’m not shoveling your remains into a garbage can. You almost fell off your roof? Just don’t tell me anymore. Okay? Just come in here and lie to me. I don’t want to know how bad it could have been. Christ. You are a problem child.”
“Tell me about it.”
Linda jerked her head towards Bryan. “So where’d you find him?”
Bryan laughed. “I moved in across the street from Miss Joey.”
“That’s lucky. Oh, you’re probably married.”
Joey tried not to look at Bryan. But she felt her ear travel all the way over to stop inches in front of his mouth.
“No. Divorced three years ago. Haven’t found anyone special yet.”
Joey’s mood soared.
Linda brightened. “Hey, Joey, look, single attractive man across the street. How lucky is that?”
Joey’s face went so hot it felt radioactive. “Linda, will you not?” Don’t blow it for me!
“Wow, look at that color. See that Bryan? She only does that when she likes someone. You might have a chance at her.”
Joey glowered at her. “Will you please shut up and OW!” Linda injected the lidocaine.
Linda pursed her lips at her and moved the needle to another location. “You are such a wuss.” She turned to Bryan, who couldn’t stop laughing. “She’s such a wuss.”
“Damn that hurts, you butcher!”
“Me the butcher? You’re the one who routinely chops miscellaneous parts off your body.”
“Only the tip of that one finger, my baby toe and that chunk out of my shoulder.”
“What about that earlobe?”
Joey rubbed her lumpy earlobe. “You sewed it back on.”
“Yeah and your shoulder isn’t looking so bad these days.”
Bryan couldn’t believe this whole scene. He’d been staring at Joey’s gorgeous buff shoulders since he moved in, but had never seen them close up. He’d just noticed the seven-inch-long scar across her left shoulder. He couldn’t believe she was as wild in person as she was in her column. What a woman. Needed some impulse control, but wow, what a hot girl. He loved her tomboyish bravado, her sweet smile, that sparkling brown gaze. And watching her banter with her friend sealed the deal. He wanted her. And he wanted her badly.
He’d been watching her ever since he moved in. He worked mainly at home and faced the street when he worked on his computer. Joey seemed to be involved in a never-ending stream of projects. She was either hammering, sawing or painting. Or pulling weeds, digging holes or planting in her garden. Limitless energy.
What he really liked was that she worked in a tight tank top and blue jeans shorts, showing off her pert breasts, muscular arms and long buff legs. No make-up, but she was tanned from being outdoors. She had a natural, earthy, easy beauty. Just his type.
He’d been trying to figure out a way to strike up a conversation with her, but had been so busy with the move-in and deadlines that he hadn’t yet found the time.
Joey nodded at him. “So Bryan, you saw me fall or what?”
“Yeah,” he said, trying to sound casual. I was staring at you trying to figure out a way to talk to you. “I was getting something out of my car and happened to look up.”
She nodded and checked out her wound as Linda sewed it up. “Well, thank bloody God. Guess I should have been a bit more careful.”
“You guess?” Bryan and Linda asked in incredulous tones.
She grinned sheepishly. She was so adorable! How to ask her out? Ahh, yes, under the guise of caretaking. He’d invite her over for dinner. Because she surely couldn’t cook for herself. No! He’d take her out. That lovely little bistro downtown.
Of course, at his house, his bed was only feet away. Take it easy, man. Don’t rush it. Don’t make her think you only want her for a quick roll in the hay. Bistro would be better.
“So how did you get that scar on your shoulder?” he asked.
She glanced down at it. “Chainsaw.”
Linda laughed. “Oh, come on, tell him the whole story.”
“What? I was cutting a branch off a tree and the damn thing slipped.”
“What she isn’t saying is that she was twenty feet up the goddamned tree.”
Bryan nearly jumped out of his skin. “What? You did what?”
Linda chuckled. “Oh, this one is totally brainless at times.”
Joey stuck out her chin defiantly. “I am not. Well, partially. The damn branch was bugging me. I could see it out of my bedroom window, this ugly broken half-dead thing. If it had come down it could have wasted the cat. He sleeps under that tree all the time.”
“Ever heard of impulse control?” Bryan asked.
Linda burst out laughing. “I wrote her a prescription for it, but she won’t take her pills.”
“It’s no big deal,” Joey said in a small voice.
If this woman became his, there was no way he’d let her do crazy things. Maybe he’d come along at the right time. Maybe he was just what she needed. He knew a great tried and true method of getting through to accident-prone troublemakers. Right over his knee. And man, Joey had one, nice spankable ass.
©2010, Michelle Carlyle
Friday, September 10, 2010
Her Secret Life, Conclusion
Hey Spanko Friends!
Gotta make this short. Been typing so much, my hands are killing me. I’ve written 10 spanking stories in the past two weeks, plus working on my novels. Whew! And I’m throwing myself a birthday party tonight and I have to run around to Costco and clean the house and all that garbage. Actually, I’m considering skipping the vacuuming because I expect the floor will take a beating. And I don’t think anyone will notice the dirt. Especially since most of the guests are middle-aged. Heee!
I hope you have an awesome week! I’m going to be on vacation next week and not sure if I have Internet access where I’ll be. If I do, I will post, but if I don’t, know I’m suffering by a lake, reading and sipping on fruity drinks. Poor me. I can’t wait! Been looking forward to getting some alone time with the Hubby. We’re going alone this year so we should have a lot of time for sex. We’d better!
Have a great one! I’ll be back with a new story either next week or the week afterwards!
Hugs to you all,
Michelle
Gary sat down, yanked her across his lap and she knew what was coming next.
He pulled up her skirt, pulled down her undies and got her settled over his knee.
“Have you told me the truth?” A leading question.
“Yes.”
He whacked her one; she nearly jumped out of her skin.
“What about that story about when you were camping in the girl scouts and you made out with that boy scout and got in trouble?”
“Truth, well, partial truth. What I didn’t tell you was that I was camping with my family, snuck out of my tent and hunted down the boy scouts.”
Whack! “OW!”
“Okay, that’s funny, but honey, you have lied your head off to me.”
“I mainly omitted the truth or grunted when you asked me questions. I let you draw your own conclusions. I don’t like lying.”
Whack!
“I don’t! I’m not lying about lying!”
Whack! “You see my problem. How am I to believe anything you tell me now?”
“That’s the problem with lying. Erodes trust.”
Suddenly, he let loose with a flurry of swats. Rapid fire spanking. He was hitting hard, too. The man was clearly angry. And she didn’t blame him.
As she lay there, crying, some part of her took a back seat to the event. A man was spanking her. Not because he was mean, because she’d been mean to him. She’d never really thought about her penchant for untruths, she hadn’t realized it, but she’d never been in love before.
But she had no idea what to do to regain his trust. Stop lying, that was easy. But how was she supposed to repair the damage she’d caused? She’d never had to worry about this kind of stuff before. It was so shocking. All this love and trust and commitment stuff.
The searing pain in her rear finally distracted her enough to get her thoughts away from self-reflection and back to this very strong, domineering man spanking her. She used to think spanking was kind of fun. Not anymore. Even though, for some reason, this whole disciplinarian thing Gary had going on was a huge turn on. Despite the pain.
He seemed to beating a rhythm into her ass. Almost a staccato drum performance. She wished she could appreciate it more, but he was killing her butt. She had no idea how she would make it through the dinner that evening.
After her throat was raw from yelling and her ass felt like the skin had been burned off, he stopped.
“You know what will happen if I catch you in another lie?”
“Yes,” she croaked.
“I’m buying a paddle in the Castro before I leave the City. You get me?”
“Got you. Ow.”
“I hope it hurts. Can’t compare to what you did to me.”
“I think you came close.”
He pulled her up and sat her next to him. Which hurt.
He got up and stood in front of her. He reached down, pulled off her stocking and undies and then undid his own pants.
“I’ve got a different kind of punishment for you,” he said with a deadly cool look on his face. A thrill went through her.
He reached down, took her by the hips and threw her back on the bed. He was undressed in two seconds flat with his face buried between her legs. All she could do was scream.
After more orgasms than she could count, he was on his knees and inside her. She cried out in ecstasy at the feel of him.
The man proceeded to bonk the hell out of her. He rammed her straight on for a time, then lifted one of her legs up and came at her from a different angle. The look in his eye as he gazed down at her didn’t waver. It was dark, this energy of his, predatory and dominating. He was both punishing her and pleasuring her. He lifted her off the bed and into the air, doing target practice on her g-spot. Then he flipped her onto her knees and did her from behind. She’d never had more orgasms in her life.
He grabbed her hips and thrust into with a ceaseless motion. He let go with one hand and began spanking her in time with his thrusts. She went over the edge, bellowing her fool head off, coming like she’d never come before. This was insane sex. Mind-blowing.
Right after she’d come, he withdrew, flipped her onto her back, grabbed her wrists, held them over her head and drove into her. A feral intensity in his dark gaze, the man launched her into the most sublime rapture she’d ever experienced. All she wanted to do was to spend her lifetime making love to him. Being his. Doing whatever would please him the most. She felt like she’d just become enslaved to him.
When he finally allowed himself release, he growled like an animal which grew into a near roaring as he exploded inside her. His absolute animal ferocity shot her out into the outer reaches of sexual pleasure. She reached the pinnacle. This man was it. He was her sex god.
And boy was she going to make some money off this one—whoo-hoo, weren’t her readers going to love this!
Afterwards, she lay exhausted, both from the spanking and the sex (not to mention the keynote speech) completely overwhelmed emotionally and physically.
“So is that gonna end up in a book?” he asked.
She burst out laughing. Had he read her mind?
“Probably,” she admitted.
“You little bitch. Damn. An erotica writer. You had to be an erotica writer.”
“Most guys dig erotica.”
“I didn’t say I didn’t like it. It just blows my mind that my sweet little girl is a pot-smoking erotica writer. Who chased boy scouts. I thought I knew you.”
“You do. None of that stuff really matters. It’s not like I’m going to be any different with you. You’ll just know what I’m up to. Oh, and I do work at home, I don’t commute.”
“Turn over.”
“No, honey, you killed my ass.”
“I know,” he said and grinned. “It felt really good to me.”
“Not to me.”
“Good. Okay, okay, a reprieve. But I owe you one more. With a paddle. When you heal up. I’m gonna tie you to a chair, bend you over as far as I can make you, then I’m gonna spank you until you’re black and blue. And that, I hope will be the last time I ever have to punish you for real.”
“For real?”
“Oh, maybe there were a few things I forgot to tell you,” he said with a sly smile on his handsome face. “But now that I know you’re an erotica writer, watch out, little girl. This man’s got some kink in him.”
“Uh, oh.” A thrill went through her.
“I was going to work you into some of my… uh, favorites. But now? I’m just going to let loose on you. You want inspiration for those books? Boy, honey, are you going to get it.”
The look in his eye made her want to come all by itself.
“Oh, dear.”
“Don’t worry, I’m not too kinky, but I love to spank little girls more than anything. I like to tie them up, I like to make them pay.”
She was nearly speechless with desire. “Uh, oh.”
“Now what you’ve experienced from me are punishment spankings, which should be no fun at all.”
“They aren’t.”
“You haven’t felt my fun spankings yet. They’ll toast that little ass of yours, good, but they won’t leave marks, nor are they designed to hurt you. Much.”
“Uh, oh.”
“But I have a whole leather bondage kit with your name on it. A really nice cat o’ nine-tails—“
She gasped. He smiled.
“And a whole collection of nice leather paddles. But those are all for fun. That’s why I’m picking up a nice thick wooden paddle with air holes for your punishment. My hand is killing me. I don’t want to feel pain, I want you to feel pain when you’ve been bad.”
“Oh, dear.”
“Yeah. Oh, dear.” He brought her to him and kissed her roughly. “You got a lot of payin’ to do for your crimes, honey. A lot.” He kissed her again.
When he pulled away, she leapt on top of him and attacked him. She rode him into a fiery orgasm, they both growled loudly when they came together.
As she lay in his arms afterwards, he asked, “What time is your dinner?”
“Huh? Oh, dinner. Man, I have no brains left. You literally porked my brains out.”
He laughed.
“Dinner? Um. Seven. Awards are at eight.”
“You think you’ll win?”
“I hope so. Will you come with me?”
“I don’t have anything to wear.”
“This is not very formal. People will be wearing some…”
“Okay, yeah, I’m going,” he said enthusiastically.
She laughed. “I need a shower.”
“So do I.”
“You come in there and we’ll never get to the dinner.”
“Sure we will.”
After amazing sex in the shower, Heather got ready for the dinner. She put on her make-up and changed into a very sexy red dress. When she walked out into the room she found Gary buried in her book.
“Oh, dear,” she said.
He sent her a very predatory, smoldering look. “Oh, honey,” he said in a low tone. “Are you inspiring. This is going to be fun.” He returned to the book.
“Uh, oh. I think I’ve created a monster. I thought you were a goody two shoes.”
He rested his fiery gaze on her. “Think again.”
She got wet.
Later, at dinner, they were seated at a table of eight, two friends and a few strangers.
Gary appeared to be having a good time. He was relaxed, he engaged in the conversations and was sweet to her. But there was a look in his eye that would appear from time to time. It was an evil kind of a look.
The awards ceremony began. As the lights dimmed in the audience, Heather felt Gary’s hand on her thigh. She looked over at him, he watched the stage. She turned to the stage; he slipped his hand under her skirt. Since she couldn’t protest or it would attract attention, she was helpless. He slid his finger under her panties and slipped it inside her. Since this was all under the table, no one could see. He began fingering her.
Heather had never been more turned on in her life. He slipped his finger out, slid it up and found her engorged bud. She nearly cried out. She grabbed her program and fanned herself.
The MC began calling out names of candidates for the award for best erotic sci-fi, one of the categories for which Heather was nominated. But she could barely hear the announcer over the blood rushing in her ears. She stifled a scream as Gary increased his pace with his finger.
Just as she was ready to come, the MC announced the winner. Lissa Dubois.
At this point, Heather’s brain didn’t really register the name. She was too focused on coming. She screamed “Yes!” without even realizing it. But the “yes” sounded exactly like what it was—a cry of an orgasm. Her response brought down the house.
It took her a good minute to figure out what was happening. Thankfully, she was excellent at covering. Gary withdrew his hand, right as she stood up and she waved to everyone like she’d just copped off a good joke.
She couldn’t believe she had to be lucid after that hellacious orgasm. She would kill him later for that.
She accepted the award and then realized she had to make a speech.
“I’d like to thank the academy and all the little people,” she began. Laughs. “No, really, this is quite an honor and I hope that all of you go home and have great orgasms tonight.”
Cheers.
The MC, a fellow writer named Cheryl Marie, said, “Thanks, Lissa, but what we all want to know is if that hot red-haired guy that’s with you tonight was the inspiration for Toby in your book.”
The audience whooped and hollered.
“Uh… Well, you caught me. Of course, he was. Everyone, this is my boyfriend, Gary. Who is not a cop, by the way.”
The all applauded. Gary, who looked totally embarrassed, waved at everyone.
The MC said, “Stand up, Gary, so these people over here can see you,”
Gary reluctantly stood.
“—And so the people behind you can check out that fine ass of yours.”
Heather smacked Cheryl on the arm.
“We want to hear from the man,” Cheryl said. “Bob, hand him the roving microphone.”
Heather watched horrified as poor Gary was forced to take a microphone.
“Hey folks. Actually, I’m glad you handed me this. Gives me a great opportunity to say something about my girlfriend. And to my girlfriend. Not only is she a great writer, she’s a wonderful person. So wonderful, I’d like to ask her this question.”
“Uh, oh,” Lissa said into her mike. The audience laughed.
“As all of you know, Lissa is her pen name and I can’t say this using her pen name. So, for those of you who don’t know, I’m going to call her by her real name.”
“Oh, man, I’m outed,” Heather cracked.
“Heather, honey, not only am I happy to be that man in those books for you…”
People hooted.
“I want to be that man forever. Heather, will you marry me?”
A hushed silence fell over the crowd. Heather was stunned. Tears stung her eyes.
“Uh…”
“Folks, we’ve got tears, this is looking good,” Cheryl announced.
“Really?” Heather asked.
“Really honey, will you be my wife?”
“Uh, yeah. I mean, hell yeah. Really? Wow! I’m gonna be married!”
The crowed erupted. Heather jumped off the stage, raced to Gary and leapt into his arms.
“Hey, Lissa, you forgot your award!” the MC said.
Heather grabbed the mike from Gary. “I don’t need it! I got all the award I need tonight. I won the best prize ever! I love you, honey,” she said to Gary, which was carried by the mike.
Gary said, “I love you too, baby.” Into the mike he said, “Folks get ready, I think her next book is going to be about a fantastic honeymoon in Hawaii.”
The crowd’s roar was deafening.
© 2010 Michelle Carlyle
Gotta make this short. Been typing so much, my hands are killing me. I’ve written 10 spanking stories in the past two weeks, plus working on my novels. Whew! And I’m throwing myself a birthday party tonight and I have to run around to Costco and clean the house and all that garbage. Actually, I’m considering skipping the vacuuming because I expect the floor will take a beating. And I don’t think anyone will notice the dirt. Especially since most of the guests are middle-aged. Heee!
I hope you have an awesome week! I’m going to be on vacation next week and not sure if I have Internet access where I’ll be. If I do, I will post, but if I don’t, know I’m suffering by a lake, reading and sipping on fruity drinks. Poor me. I can’t wait! Been looking forward to getting some alone time with the Hubby. We’re going alone this year so we should have a lot of time for sex. We’d better!
Have a great one! I’ll be back with a new story either next week or the week afterwards!
Hugs to you all,
Michelle
Gary sat down, yanked her across his lap and she knew what was coming next.
He pulled up her skirt, pulled down her undies and got her settled over his knee.
“Have you told me the truth?” A leading question.
“Yes.”
He whacked her one; she nearly jumped out of her skin.
“What about that story about when you were camping in the girl scouts and you made out with that boy scout and got in trouble?”
“Truth, well, partial truth. What I didn’t tell you was that I was camping with my family, snuck out of my tent and hunted down the boy scouts.”
Whack! “OW!”
“Okay, that’s funny, but honey, you have lied your head off to me.”
“I mainly omitted the truth or grunted when you asked me questions. I let you draw your own conclusions. I don’t like lying.”
Whack!
“I don’t! I’m not lying about lying!”
Whack! “You see my problem. How am I to believe anything you tell me now?”
“That’s the problem with lying. Erodes trust.”
Suddenly, he let loose with a flurry of swats. Rapid fire spanking. He was hitting hard, too. The man was clearly angry. And she didn’t blame him.
As she lay there, crying, some part of her took a back seat to the event. A man was spanking her. Not because he was mean, because she’d been mean to him. She’d never really thought about her penchant for untruths, she hadn’t realized it, but she’d never been in love before.
But she had no idea what to do to regain his trust. Stop lying, that was easy. But how was she supposed to repair the damage she’d caused? She’d never had to worry about this kind of stuff before. It was so shocking. All this love and trust and commitment stuff.
The searing pain in her rear finally distracted her enough to get her thoughts away from self-reflection and back to this very strong, domineering man spanking her. She used to think spanking was kind of fun. Not anymore. Even though, for some reason, this whole disciplinarian thing Gary had going on was a huge turn on. Despite the pain.
He seemed to beating a rhythm into her ass. Almost a staccato drum performance. She wished she could appreciate it more, but he was killing her butt. She had no idea how she would make it through the dinner that evening.
After her throat was raw from yelling and her ass felt like the skin had been burned off, he stopped.
“You know what will happen if I catch you in another lie?”
“Yes,” she croaked.
“I’m buying a paddle in the Castro before I leave the City. You get me?”
“Got you. Ow.”
“I hope it hurts. Can’t compare to what you did to me.”
“I think you came close.”
He pulled her up and sat her next to him. Which hurt.
He got up and stood in front of her. He reached down, pulled off her stocking and undies and then undid his own pants.
“I’ve got a different kind of punishment for you,” he said with a deadly cool look on his face. A thrill went through her.
He reached down, took her by the hips and threw her back on the bed. He was undressed in two seconds flat with his face buried between her legs. All she could do was scream.
After more orgasms than she could count, he was on his knees and inside her. She cried out in ecstasy at the feel of him.
The man proceeded to bonk the hell out of her. He rammed her straight on for a time, then lifted one of her legs up and came at her from a different angle. The look in his eye as he gazed down at her didn’t waver. It was dark, this energy of his, predatory and dominating. He was both punishing her and pleasuring her. He lifted her off the bed and into the air, doing target practice on her g-spot. Then he flipped her onto her knees and did her from behind. She’d never had more orgasms in her life.
He grabbed her hips and thrust into with a ceaseless motion. He let go with one hand and began spanking her in time with his thrusts. She went over the edge, bellowing her fool head off, coming like she’d never come before. This was insane sex. Mind-blowing.
Right after she’d come, he withdrew, flipped her onto her back, grabbed her wrists, held them over her head and drove into her. A feral intensity in his dark gaze, the man launched her into the most sublime rapture she’d ever experienced. All she wanted to do was to spend her lifetime making love to him. Being his. Doing whatever would please him the most. She felt like she’d just become enslaved to him.
When he finally allowed himself release, he growled like an animal which grew into a near roaring as he exploded inside her. His absolute animal ferocity shot her out into the outer reaches of sexual pleasure. She reached the pinnacle. This man was it. He was her sex god.
And boy was she going to make some money off this one—whoo-hoo, weren’t her readers going to love this!
Afterwards, she lay exhausted, both from the spanking and the sex (not to mention the keynote speech) completely overwhelmed emotionally and physically.
“So is that gonna end up in a book?” he asked.
She burst out laughing. Had he read her mind?
“Probably,” she admitted.
“You little bitch. Damn. An erotica writer. You had to be an erotica writer.”
“Most guys dig erotica.”
“I didn’t say I didn’t like it. It just blows my mind that my sweet little girl is a pot-smoking erotica writer. Who chased boy scouts. I thought I knew you.”
“You do. None of that stuff really matters. It’s not like I’m going to be any different with you. You’ll just know what I’m up to. Oh, and I do work at home, I don’t commute.”
“Turn over.”
“No, honey, you killed my ass.”
“I know,” he said and grinned. “It felt really good to me.”
“Not to me.”
“Good. Okay, okay, a reprieve. But I owe you one more. With a paddle. When you heal up. I’m gonna tie you to a chair, bend you over as far as I can make you, then I’m gonna spank you until you’re black and blue. And that, I hope will be the last time I ever have to punish you for real.”
“For real?”
“Oh, maybe there were a few things I forgot to tell you,” he said with a sly smile on his handsome face. “But now that I know you’re an erotica writer, watch out, little girl. This man’s got some kink in him.”
“Uh, oh.” A thrill went through her.
“I was going to work you into some of my… uh, favorites. But now? I’m just going to let loose on you. You want inspiration for those books? Boy, honey, are you going to get it.”
The look in his eye made her want to come all by itself.
“Oh, dear.”
“Don’t worry, I’m not too kinky, but I love to spank little girls more than anything. I like to tie them up, I like to make them pay.”
She was nearly speechless with desire. “Uh, oh.”
“Now what you’ve experienced from me are punishment spankings, which should be no fun at all.”
“They aren’t.”
“You haven’t felt my fun spankings yet. They’ll toast that little ass of yours, good, but they won’t leave marks, nor are they designed to hurt you. Much.”
“Uh, oh.”
“But I have a whole leather bondage kit with your name on it. A really nice cat o’ nine-tails—“
She gasped. He smiled.
“And a whole collection of nice leather paddles. But those are all for fun. That’s why I’m picking up a nice thick wooden paddle with air holes for your punishment. My hand is killing me. I don’t want to feel pain, I want you to feel pain when you’ve been bad.”
“Oh, dear.”
“Yeah. Oh, dear.” He brought her to him and kissed her roughly. “You got a lot of payin’ to do for your crimes, honey. A lot.” He kissed her again.
When he pulled away, she leapt on top of him and attacked him. She rode him into a fiery orgasm, they both growled loudly when they came together.
As she lay in his arms afterwards, he asked, “What time is your dinner?”
“Huh? Oh, dinner. Man, I have no brains left. You literally porked my brains out.”
He laughed.
“Dinner? Um. Seven. Awards are at eight.”
“You think you’ll win?”
“I hope so. Will you come with me?”
“I don’t have anything to wear.”
“This is not very formal. People will be wearing some…”
“Okay, yeah, I’m going,” he said enthusiastically.
She laughed. “I need a shower.”
“So do I.”
“You come in there and we’ll never get to the dinner.”
“Sure we will.”
After amazing sex in the shower, Heather got ready for the dinner. She put on her make-up and changed into a very sexy red dress. When she walked out into the room she found Gary buried in her book.
“Oh, dear,” she said.
He sent her a very predatory, smoldering look. “Oh, honey,” he said in a low tone. “Are you inspiring. This is going to be fun.” He returned to the book.
“Uh, oh. I think I’ve created a monster. I thought you were a goody two shoes.”
He rested his fiery gaze on her. “Think again.”
She got wet.
Later, at dinner, they were seated at a table of eight, two friends and a few strangers.
Gary appeared to be having a good time. He was relaxed, he engaged in the conversations and was sweet to her. But there was a look in his eye that would appear from time to time. It was an evil kind of a look.
The awards ceremony began. As the lights dimmed in the audience, Heather felt Gary’s hand on her thigh. She looked over at him, he watched the stage. She turned to the stage; he slipped his hand under her skirt. Since she couldn’t protest or it would attract attention, she was helpless. He slid his finger under her panties and slipped it inside her. Since this was all under the table, no one could see. He began fingering her.
Heather had never been more turned on in her life. He slipped his finger out, slid it up and found her engorged bud. She nearly cried out. She grabbed her program and fanned herself.
The MC began calling out names of candidates for the award for best erotic sci-fi, one of the categories for which Heather was nominated. But she could barely hear the announcer over the blood rushing in her ears. She stifled a scream as Gary increased his pace with his finger.
Just as she was ready to come, the MC announced the winner. Lissa Dubois.
At this point, Heather’s brain didn’t really register the name. She was too focused on coming. She screamed “Yes!” without even realizing it. But the “yes” sounded exactly like what it was—a cry of an orgasm. Her response brought down the house.
It took her a good minute to figure out what was happening. Thankfully, she was excellent at covering. Gary withdrew his hand, right as she stood up and she waved to everyone like she’d just copped off a good joke.
She couldn’t believe she had to be lucid after that hellacious orgasm. She would kill him later for that.
She accepted the award and then realized she had to make a speech.
“I’d like to thank the academy and all the little people,” she began. Laughs. “No, really, this is quite an honor and I hope that all of you go home and have great orgasms tonight.”
Cheers.
The MC, a fellow writer named Cheryl Marie, said, “Thanks, Lissa, but what we all want to know is if that hot red-haired guy that’s with you tonight was the inspiration for Toby in your book.”
The audience whooped and hollered.
“Uh… Well, you caught me. Of course, he was. Everyone, this is my boyfriend, Gary. Who is not a cop, by the way.”
The all applauded. Gary, who looked totally embarrassed, waved at everyone.
The MC said, “Stand up, Gary, so these people over here can see you,”
Gary reluctantly stood.
“—And so the people behind you can check out that fine ass of yours.”
Heather smacked Cheryl on the arm.
“We want to hear from the man,” Cheryl said. “Bob, hand him the roving microphone.”
Heather watched horrified as poor Gary was forced to take a microphone.
“Hey folks. Actually, I’m glad you handed me this. Gives me a great opportunity to say something about my girlfriend. And to my girlfriend. Not only is she a great writer, she’s a wonderful person. So wonderful, I’d like to ask her this question.”
“Uh, oh,” Lissa said into her mike. The audience laughed.
“As all of you know, Lissa is her pen name and I can’t say this using her pen name. So, for those of you who don’t know, I’m going to call her by her real name.”
“Oh, man, I’m outed,” Heather cracked.
“Heather, honey, not only am I happy to be that man in those books for you…”
People hooted.
“I want to be that man forever. Heather, will you marry me?”
A hushed silence fell over the crowd. Heather was stunned. Tears stung her eyes.
“Uh…”
“Folks, we’ve got tears, this is looking good,” Cheryl announced.
“Really?” Heather asked.
“Really honey, will you be my wife?”
“Uh, yeah. I mean, hell yeah. Really? Wow! I’m gonna be married!”
The crowed erupted. Heather jumped off the stage, raced to Gary and leapt into his arms.
“Hey, Lissa, you forgot your award!” the MC said.
Heather grabbed the mike from Gary. “I don’t need it! I got all the award I need tonight. I won the best prize ever! I love you, honey,” she said to Gary, which was carried by the mike.
Gary said, “I love you too, baby.” Into the mike he said, “Folks get ready, I think her next book is going to be about a fantastic honeymoon in Hawaii.”
The crowd’s roar was deafening.
© 2010 Michelle Carlyle
Friday, September 3, 2010
Her Secret Life, Parts Five and Six
Cyberfriends!
I hate it when my mind goes blank. It just did. Please stand by for technical difficulties…Nope. Not happening. I must be tired. We’re dealing with another heat wave and this part of the country doesn’t get that hot, so none of us have air-conditioning. When it’s hot here, it’s HOT. And I don’t sleep well. The kitchen was 85 last night. Thankfully, the ocean breeze picked up and it cooled off. Some. But I’m not complaining. I don’t mind a few days of heat. Better than having hurricanes and that humidity most of you are enduring.
We can only brag so much about the weather here. Our compensation for great weather are earthquakes. Of course, we haven’t had an earthquake in awhile. Thank God, because they are TERRIFYING. I used to like them until the Loma Prieta earthquake. Small ones give you a rush and don’t hurt anything. But now I know how strong they can get and you never know at the beginning how wild it will get. Eeek. Why am I thinking about this???? Nasty.
Okie-dokie, so here is the next chunk of Her Secret Life, found in Bad Girls 3. Almost half of what’s left of the story, double the normal amount I post. I’ll give you the other half next week.
Hugs to all you great people out there! I hope you have a fantastic Labor Day Weekend!
Michelle
Heather stared into the sharp blue eyes of her lover. Her mind became a cascade of questions. How did he find her at the erotica convention? Had he heard her keynote speech? When did he find out she wrote erotica? Was he going to break up with her?
Then the biggest question pounded her mind. Was Gary going to spank her again? She could barely sit as it was. She couldn’t imagine what he would do to her ass now. Now that he’d actually caught her in a lie. He’d warned her what would happen if he did. What would be her fate? Would he dump her or spank her? Or spank her then dump her?
She broke out of her stunned daze and came to her senses. Behind Gary was a huge line of her fans, all waiting for her to sign their books. She had to get it together. She had to cope and focus. At least until the signing was over.
“Uh… So, you’d like it made out to Gary Hammer? Or just Gary?” she finally stammered.
“How about just Gary?” he said, his blue eyes steely.
“G-good. Just G-Gary,” she said, the pen shaking in her hand. She could feel the sweat break out on her forehead.
“Hey Heather, you okay? You look like you just saw a ghost,” joked a fellow writer Sara, who sat next to her.
“Uh, no. I… Oh, Sara, this is my boyfriend or was my boyfriend, Gary. Gary, Sara.”
Sara stuck out her hand to Gary, who graciously accepted it. “Pleased to meet you, Gary. Ooo, you’re cute. Hey, you’re the red-haired guy in Heather’s latest novel, aren’t you? Man, I can see you really inspired her. This is her best book ever. What do you think of it?”
Gary flushed as red as his hair.
Heather wanted to die. “He hasn’t read it yet, Sara. I didn’t want him to until it was published.”
“Why? He came out really well in it. Honey, you have improved this woman’s writing, let me tell you. That last boyfriend, well, let’s put it this way, she had to work to make her story work. You, well it was clear the story just poured out of her. You aren’t a cop, though, are you? Not like the guy in the story.”
“No, I’m not a cop. But I do believe in certain rules. And that there are consequences when someone breaks a rule,” he said, leveling his stare at Heather. She shifted in her seat.
“Oooo, sounds like you guys are into B and D, very cool,” Sara said. “I’m gonna look forward to your next book, Heather. Sounds like it’s gonna be very spicy.”
“Yeah, spicy,” Heather repeated, now terrified.
Gary said, “Well, honey, sign the book, I’ll wait for you to get done.”
“Are you coming to the dinner tonight?” Sara asked Gary. “Your girlfriend is up for an award.”
“Uh…” he said, staring at Heather.
“He had to work, so I didn’t invite him, but he’s welcome to come,” Heather said awkwardly.
Gary said, “I was hoping to spend a little time with you before the dinner, honey. Maybe in your hotel room?”
“Ooo, I like the way this man thinks,” Sara said, elbowing Heather in the ribs. “Hold onto him and never let him go, girlfriend.”
“Yeah. My hotel room. I will have a couple hours to kill.”
“Just make sure she can walk, talk and sit, Gary,” Sara joked. “She may need to accept an award.”
“I’ll bear that in mind, Sara. Honey, I’ll just be waiting in the lobby bar, okay?” Gary asked.
“Okay, honey,” Heather replied mechanically.
The next hour was a blur. Heather put on a fake smile and made small talk with her fans while signing autographs, but all she could think about was that her life was over. Well, her life with Gary, anyway.
When the book signing was over, Heather checked her watch. It was four, the dinner was at seven. Three hours to be killed, dumped with just enough time to put herself back together again for the awards ceremony. Neat.
She walked out to the lobby bar and easily found Gary. That flame red hair stood out against the sea of suits at the bar. His expression was unreadable.
“Shall we go up to your room?” he asked.
“Can I have a drink first?”
“I’d rather have you clear.”
“Okay, I’ll drink afterwards.”
“You’ll probably need it.”
They went up to her room in silence. Poor Gary had to endure several fans stopping her for more autographs and their obvious appraisal of him as he stood next to her. She had no idea what he was thinking. It couldn’t be good.
She let him into her hotel room and reluctantly followed. He walked across the room and looked out of her window, which afforded amazing views of the San Francisco Bay and the Bay Bridge.
“Nice view,” he said.
“Uh, yeah.”
“So how long have you been writing erotica?”
“Thanks for not calling it ‘porn’. Uh, twelve years. Just really got popular in the last four. Erotica has seen a real boom in the past few years. Used to be hard to sell the stuff, now they can’t get enough.”
She sat on the edge of her bed and regarded his stiff shoulders at the window. He still had his back to her.
“You lied to me,” he said without turning around.
“I did.”
“Why?” He finally turned around to face her.
“Because I didn’t think you’d approve. Not many do. I lie first, then see if the people are cool. Erotica puts off most people. And especially erotica writers.”
“You had a long line of fans there.”
“I did.”
“So why didn’t you think I’d find out?”
“I… don’t know.”
“This is the same excuse you gave me a few nights ago. Why don’t you know?”
“I guess I didn’t expect you to hang around that long. They never do.”
“Who never does?”
“Guys. Normally I’ve been dumped by now. Well, by the guys I care about. The other ones, I dump.”
He regarded her and rubbed his chin thoughtfully.
“Are you angry with me?” she asked.
“Yes. But I guess I’m more hurt that you didn’t trust me. So what else is there? What other secrets do you have? Could you please just tell me everything so I don’t get blindsided like I did today and last week?”
“How did you end up here?” she asked instead of answering him.
“I had lunch with Tom in the restaurant at the top of the hotel. Tom was cracking all kinds of jokes about your conference. We decided to peruse the book signing to see what kinds of people wrote those books. We were both surprised by all the older ladies sitting behind tables. And you can imagine my surprise when I saw you sitting there with that huge line of fans. Luckily, Tom didn’t see you. I pretended to have somewhere else to go. I walked him out and then came back and got in line. So you were the keynote speaker, too, huh?”
“Uh, yeah.”
“Some lady standing behind me really enjoyed you. So how do you think you did?”
“I got a standing ovation. Sorry about Sara. I…”
“So did you really put me in that book?”
“Kinda.”
“Kinda. You either did or you didn’t.”
“I did.”
“Huh.” She couldn’t tell what he thought about that.
“So you don’t do any tech writing, do you?”
“No.”
“All those books, those papers—”
“Window dressing. All fakes. I put them out when my parents come to visit.”
“Or me,” he added curtly.
“Or you.”
“So you do smoke pot, don’t you?” Gary asked. “You bought some from Melvin, didn’t you? That’s why you were there.”
“Yes.”
“I thought I smelled pot on your breath a few weeks ago.”
“I normally don’t indulge when you’re around. I don’t like to keep stuff from you.”
He snorted. “Really? Sounds like you’ve kept a lot from me.”
“I got used to hiding myself from people. Guess it’s a habit now.”
“Nasty habit.”
She said nothing.
“What else? Do you have a criminal record?”
“No.”
“Let me put it this way, what about you is the truth that you told me?”
“That I love you.”
“Aside from that.”
She sighed. “That I’m a writer. That I like weird action figures, riding my motorcycle and hiking. You met my parents. And one of my friends from high school, Melvin there. I’m not leading a complete double life. I smoke pot and I write erotica. Okay, fine. All my dark secrets. You’re gonna probably dump me so I’ll just tell you all of it.”
“Might be nice,” he added with an acidic edge.
“I dealt pot from when I was twelve through college, I guess, twenty-five. It’s how I made my money. I put myself through school that way. Never was caught. Quit as soon as I could, basically as soon as I made money through the erotica. I belong to NORMAL, I vote Green Party and I have no record. I graduated with a degree in creative writing, not tech writing. I was never a girl scout. I am the top grossing erotica writer in the country. I make appearances several times a year at various conventions. I do radio and some talk shows, but on cable networks and under my pen name, Lissa Dubois. I like metal music, not that crap I play when you’re around. And I’ve been proposed to three times, all by guys I didn’t love. Oh, and I hate sushi. And light beer.”
“Anything else?”
“No, I think that covers it.”
“Wow,” he said. He got up and stared out the window for a few moments. Heather didn’t know what he thought or what to do. So she just sat there and watched him.
“Do you want to accompany me to the dinner later on?”
“Am I invited?’
“Certainly. But…”
“People will assume I am the model for the character in your book.”
“Yes.”
“And they would be correct.”
“Yes.”
“O-kay.” He still didn’t look at her.
He put his hands on his hips. Then ran a hand through his hair. He paced. She waited.
He finally turned and looked at her. He was clearly not pleased.
He walked over to her and gazed down at her with disapproval. Abruptly, he grabbed her by the wrist and pulled her to her feet.
He sat down, yanked her across his lap and she knew what was coming next.
Gary pulled up her skirt, pulled down her undies and got her settled over his knee.
©2010, Michelle Carlyle
I hate it when my mind goes blank. It just did. Please stand by for technical difficulties…Nope. Not happening. I must be tired. We’re dealing with another heat wave and this part of the country doesn’t get that hot, so none of us have air-conditioning. When it’s hot here, it’s HOT. And I don’t sleep well. The kitchen was 85 last night. Thankfully, the ocean breeze picked up and it cooled off. Some. But I’m not complaining. I don’t mind a few days of heat. Better than having hurricanes and that humidity most of you are enduring.
We can only brag so much about the weather here. Our compensation for great weather are earthquakes. Of course, we haven’t had an earthquake in awhile. Thank God, because they are TERRIFYING. I used to like them until the Loma Prieta earthquake. Small ones give you a rush and don’t hurt anything. But now I know how strong they can get and you never know at the beginning how wild it will get. Eeek. Why am I thinking about this???? Nasty.
Okie-dokie, so here is the next chunk of Her Secret Life, found in Bad Girls 3. Almost half of what’s left of the story, double the normal amount I post. I’ll give you the other half next week.
Hugs to all you great people out there! I hope you have a fantastic Labor Day Weekend!
Michelle
Heather stared into the sharp blue eyes of her lover. Her mind became a cascade of questions. How did he find her at the erotica convention? Had he heard her keynote speech? When did he find out she wrote erotica? Was he going to break up with her?
Then the biggest question pounded her mind. Was Gary going to spank her again? She could barely sit as it was. She couldn’t imagine what he would do to her ass now. Now that he’d actually caught her in a lie. He’d warned her what would happen if he did. What would be her fate? Would he dump her or spank her? Or spank her then dump her?
She broke out of her stunned daze and came to her senses. Behind Gary was a huge line of her fans, all waiting for her to sign their books. She had to get it together. She had to cope and focus. At least until the signing was over.
“Uh… So, you’d like it made out to Gary Hammer? Or just Gary?” she finally stammered.
“How about just Gary?” he said, his blue eyes steely.
“G-good. Just G-Gary,” she said, the pen shaking in her hand. She could feel the sweat break out on her forehead.
“Hey Heather, you okay? You look like you just saw a ghost,” joked a fellow writer Sara, who sat next to her.
“Uh, no. I… Oh, Sara, this is my boyfriend or was my boyfriend, Gary. Gary, Sara.”
Sara stuck out her hand to Gary, who graciously accepted it. “Pleased to meet you, Gary. Ooo, you’re cute. Hey, you’re the red-haired guy in Heather’s latest novel, aren’t you? Man, I can see you really inspired her. This is her best book ever. What do you think of it?”
Gary flushed as red as his hair.
Heather wanted to die. “He hasn’t read it yet, Sara. I didn’t want him to until it was published.”
“Why? He came out really well in it. Honey, you have improved this woman’s writing, let me tell you. That last boyfriend, well, let’s put it this way, she had to work to make her story work. You, well it was clear the story just poured out of her. You aren’t a cop, though, are you? Not like the guy in the story.”
“No, I’m not a cop. But I do believe in certain rules. And that there are consequences when someone breaks a rule,” he said, leveling his stare at Heather. She shifted in her seat.
“Oooo, sounds like you guys are into B and D, very cool,” Sara said. “I’m gonna look forward to your next book, Heather. Sounds like it’s gonna be very spicy.”
“Yeah, spicy,” Heather repeated, now terrified.
Gary said, “Well, honey, sign the book, I’ll wait for you to get done.”
“Are you coming to the dinner tonight?” Sara asked Gary. “Your girlfriend is up for an award.”
“Uh…” he said, staring at Heather.
“He had to work, so I didn’t invite him, but he’s welcome to come,” Heather said awkwardly.
Gary said, “I was hoping to spend a little time with you before the dinner, honey. Maybe in your hotel room?”
“Ooo, I like the way this man thinks,” Sara said, elbowing Heather in the ribs. “Hold onto him and never let him go, girlfriend.”
“Yeah. My hotel room. I will have a couple hours to kill.”
“Just make sure she can walk, talk and sit, Gary,” Sara joked. “She may need to accept an award.”
“I’ll bear that in mind, Sara. Honey, I’ll just be waiting in the lobby bar, okay?” Gary asked.
“Okay, honey,” Heather replied mechanically.
The next hour was a blur. Heather put on a fake smile and made small talk with her fans while signing autographs, but all she could think about was that her life was over. Well, her life with Gary, anyway.
When the book signing was over, Heather checked her watch. It was four, the dinner was at seven. Three hours to be killed, dumped with just enough time to put herself back together again for the awards ceremony. Neat.
She walked out to the lobby bar and easily found Gary. That flame red hair stood out against the sea of suits at the bar. His expression was unreadable.
“Shall we go up to your room?” he asked.
“Can I have a drink first?”
“I’d rather have you clear.”
“Okay, I’ll drink afterwards.”
“You’ll probably need it.”
They went up to her room in silence. Poor Gary had to endure several fans stopping her for more autographs and their obvious appraisal of him as he stood next to her. She had no idea what he was thinking. It couldn’t be good.
She let him into her hotel room and reluctantly followed. He walked across the room and looked out of her window, which afforded amazing views of the San Francisco Bay and the Bay Bridge.
“Nice view,” he said.
“Uh, yeah.”
“So how long have you been writing erotica?”
“Thanks for not calling it ‘porn’. Uh, twelve years. Just really got popular in the last four. Erotica has seen a real boom in the past few years. Used to be hard to sell the stuff, now they can’t get enough.”
She sat on the edge of her bed and regarded his stiff shoulders at the window. He still had his back to her.
“You lied to me,” he said without turning around.
“I did.”
“Why?” He finally turned around to face her.
“Because I didn’t think you’d approve. Not many do. I lie first, then see if the people are cool. Erotica puts off most people. And especially erotica writers.”
“You had a long line of fans there.”
“I did.”
“So why didn’t you think I’d find out?”
“I… don’t know.”
“This is the same excuse you gave me a few nights ago. Why don’t you know?”
“I guess I didn’t expect you to hang around that long. They never do.”
“Who never does?”
“Guys. Normally I’ve been dumped by now. Well, by the guys I care about. The other ones, I dump.”
He regarded her and rubbed his chin thoughtfully.
“Are you angry with me?” she asked.
“Yes. But I guess I’m more hurt that you didn’t trust me. So what else is there? What other secrets do you have? Could you please just tell me everything so I don’t get blindsided like I did today and last week?”
“How did you end up here?” she asked instead of answering him.
“I had lunch with Tom in the restaurant at the top of the hotel. Tom was cracking all kinds of jokes about your conference. We decided to peruse the book signing to see what kinds of people wrote those books. We were both surprised by all the older ladies sitting behind tables. And you can imagine my surprise when I saw you sitting there with that huge line of fans. Luckily, Tom didn’t see you. I pretended to have somewhere else to go. I walked him out and then came back and got in line. So you were the keynote speaker, too, huh?”
“Uh, yeah.”
“Some lady standing behind me really enjoyed you. So how do you think you did?”
“I got a standing ovation. Sorry about Sara. I…”
“So did you really put me in that book?”
“Kinda.”
“Kinda. You either did or you didn’t.”
“I did.”
“Huh.” She couldn’t tell what he thought about that.
“So you don’t do any tech writing, do you?”
“No.”
“All those books, those papers—”
“Window dressing. All fakes. I put them out when my parents come to visit.”
“Or me,” he added curtly.
“Or you.”
“So you do smoke pot, don’t you?” Gary asked. “You bought some from Melvin, didn’t you? That’s why you were there.”
“Yes.”
“I thought I smelled pot on your breath a few weeks ago.”
“I normally don’t indulge when you’re around. I don’t like to keep stuff from you.”
He snorted. “Really? Sounds like you’ve kept a lot from me.”
“I got used to hiding myself from people. Guess it’s a habit now.”
“Nasty habit.”
She said nothing.
“What else? Do you have a criminal record?”
“No.”
“Let me put it this way, what about you is the truth that you told me?”
“That I love you.”
“Aside from that.”
She sighed. “That I’m a writer. That I like weird action figures, riding my motorcycle and hiking. You met my parents. And one of my friends from high school, Melvin there. I’m not leading a complete double life. I smoke pot and I write erotica. Okay, fine. All my dark secrets. You’re gonna probably dump me so I’ll just tell you all of it.”
“Might be nice,” he added with an acidic edge.
“I dealt pot from when I was twelve through college, I guess, twenty-five. It’s how I made my money. I put myself through school that way. Never was caught. Quit as soon as I could, basically as soon as I made money through the erotica. I belong to NORMAL, I vote Green Party and I have no record. I graduated with a degree in creative writing, not tech writing. I was never a girl scout. I am the top grossing erotica writer in the country. I make appearances several times a year at various conventions. I do radio and some talk shows, but on cable networks and under my pen name, Lissa Dubois. I like metal music, not that crap I play when you’re around. And I’ve been proposed to three times, all by guys I didn’t love. Oh, and I hate sushi. And light beer.”
“Anything else?”
“No, I think that covers it.”
“Wow,” he said. He got up and stared out the window for a few moments. Heather didn’t know what he thought or what to do. So she just sat there and watched him.
“Do you want to accompany me to the dinner later on?”
“Am I invited?’
“Certainly. But…”
“People will assume I am the model for the character in your book.”
“Yes.”
“And they would be correct.”
“Yes.”
“O-kay.” He still didn’t look at her.
He put his hands on his hips. Then ran a hand through his hair. He paced. She waited.
He finally turned and looked at her. He was clearly not pleased.
He walked over to her and gazed down at her with disapproval. Abruptly, he grabbed her by the wrist and pulled her to her feet.
He sat down, yanked her across his lap and she knew what was coming next.
Gary pulled up her skirt, pulled down her undies and got her settled over his knee.
©2010, Michelle Carlyle
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