Spanko Friends!
Okay, got to make it quick, I’m on deadline for the humor column and all this crap has happened to me in the past two days that has SUCKED UP all my time. Jeez. Sometimes I hate being an adult. On the bright side, Hubby and I have been having a major fuck-a-thon that makes everything else much easier to deal with. Insert satisfied sigh here. We’ve been going places in bed, I’ve rarely been before. The highs have been tremendous. I think maybe this week has been especially sexy because I’ve been writing my two monthly stories for Discipline and Desire. One story was a two-vibrator-break story and the other was a three-vibrator-break short story. I think I came so much by the time Hubby got home he was able to keep me out on a wonderful precipice of ecstasy, that great place right before you come that is sooooo fun. And he kept me in that amazing place FOREVER. Shit, I’m squirming here. I can’t wait until he gets home tonight.
Of course, today I’m writing something completely different that won’t make me horny. So maybe I’ll read a story before he gets home… I’m so smart!
Okay, now I really have to go to work. Jeez! It’s so late!
Here’s the conclusion of Rigged for a Spanking, soon to be found in Hanky Spanky. Next week, we start a new story! Yay!!!
Hugs to you all,
Michelle
The crew managed to clean up the mess fast and the show resumed ten minutes later. Zane had a guy personally escort her to his dressing room with strict orders not to leave.
Lila spent the time sewing up her ripped jeans and drinking beer.
She heard the finale and her heart started beating faster. Damn it, he’d better not spank her for that. It hadn’t been her fault.
As soon as Zane appeared at the door, she leapt up. “It wasn’t my fault, I swear, it wasn’t my fault.”
He held up both hands, his expression hard and unforgiving. “Lila, stop.” He chuckled but he wasn’t amused. “There’s no way out, woman. You knew better than to climb back up there without someone with you. Rabbit told you how dangerous it was.”
“But I had to get my knife!”
“I heard all about it. But you are still not off the hook. You destroyed a twelve-thousand-dollar backdrop, Lila. You stopped my show. You went where you had no business going. One of the guys who strikes the show afterwards could have gotten the knife. But you don’t think. You climb up there where no one is supposed to be—exactly because of what happened. What the hell were you thinking?”
“I was thinking I wanted—“
He sighed and nodded, exasperated. “Your knife. Well, maybe if you get even more of a spanking on that bruised ass of yours, maybe you might think next time. Lila, really, you have to stop, baby. And damn it, I’m your husband and it’s my job to protect you. And if that means spanking you everyday until you get it, well, that’s what I’ll do.”
He locked the door to the dressing room.
She was horrified. “Not here, they might all hear!”
“Well, then, maybe you might want to keep your mouth shut while I’m spankin’ you.”
“This isn’t fair.”
He swung on her, his mouth agape. “Are you talkin’ to me about fair?”
She looked down. “No.”
“Good. Now get over here,” he said, heading to a small loveseat along one wall.
Reluctantly, she shuffled over. When she wasn’t even partway there, he reached out with his ten-foot-long arm, grabbed her and yanked her towards him. Her pants were down around her ankles in a flash.
Zane shifted her so she was in his perfect target range. He lifted a knee, causing her to bend over some and let her have it.
She shrieked. Then stuck her fist in her mouth. He swatted her again, even harder. She squealed deep in her throat. He picked up his torturous rhythm, incinerating her buns. She had no idea how loud her spankings were. Normally, she deafened herself by the sounds of her own cries. But now, her inner screams weren’t dampening the sounds of the incredibly hard smacks to her tender and sore behind. The thunderous slaps echoed off the painted walls and cement floor, she was sure everyone backstage could hear them.
Of course, the noise was the least of her problems. Zane was barbecuing her already super sore ass. This was the worst of the worst. She already couldn’t sit, this was pure agony. And he was sure to be thorough. He spanked the tops of her buns down to the bottom where he worked her sit spots until she couldn’t hold it in any longer. She took her fist out of her mouth and let out a howl.
She thought she heard laughter outside the door, but since all of her energy was focused on pain control, it didn’t really register.
“You knew better!” Zane yelled, furious. He laid down a speed-metal percussion on her ass that made her nearly lose her mind. She bellowed.
He spanked every inch of her tender buns and upper thighs. Tears streamed down her face, she cried and didn’t care who heard her. This was horrible.
After another horrible assault on her sit spots, Zane stopped. She sobbed uncontrollably. This was all so unfair!
He picked her up, set her on her feet and pulled up her pants. When he pulled the material past her blazing buns, she shrieked again. He zipped up her pants and glared down at her.
Pointing down at her, he said, “You stop all this. Now. You stop, you hear me?”
“But it wasn’t my fault!” she cried.
His green gaze glowed with fury. “Do you want to be spanked again?”
“Okay, okay, so it was my fault. But I didn’t mean to ruin your show.”
“You didn’t. I’m sure our review will make all the newsmagazines, thanks to you. But you almost died, again, Lila. That’s twice in twenty-four hours. That’s insane, even for you. You listen to me, you obey me and you don’t ever go against me again. You hear?”
“Yes… sir…”
“Good. Jesus, woman. You are gonna be the death of me. I look up, here you are, appearing out of a cloud of smoke, sailin’ down at me, holdin’ on to that backdrop. I could—no, strike that. I could believe it. Too well. Honey, you have to stop.”
“I will, I will. I’m sorry.”
“No more climbing of anything for three months, you hear me? Not even a ladder to change a light bulb. No climbing walls, no nothing. You are grounded and in big trouble with me. Double trouble. Triple trouble. And I may just spank you tomorrow and the next day and the next day. As many days as I see fit.”
His hardass expression suddenly broke. Anguish showed in his green eyes. The look broke her heart. “Please, Lila. Just stay alive for me, honey, will ya? Just stay alive?”
She fell into his arms, sobbing again. “I’m sorry, Zane. I love you so much, I’m sorry.”
He crushed her in a hug. “I love you too, baby. So much.” He kissed her. His kiss turned lustful. He pushed her up against the wall and unzipped her jeans. “I have to have you,” he said into her mouth, He pulled away and tore off her pants—again causing a ripple of pain from her ass. But at this point, she didn’t care. He had his pants down and was inside her, fast. She yelled, only this time with joy.
He pumped her hard; she slammed against the wall, making a ton of noise. Zane took her fiercely; she relished in his power and catapulted into orgasm after orgasm. He quickened his pace, she screamed, he joined her and they both climaxed together.
They fell to the couch afterwards, breathing hard and clinging to each other.
“I love you, Zane.”
“I love you more, baby.”
“We love you too, Zane!” came the taunts of his band mates right outside the door. They heard everything! How embarrassing!
“Go to hell!” Zane yelled.
Uproarious laughter. The guys pounded on the door and then left, laughing the whole way.
Lila felt her face flush. “That was embarrassing.”
“Ignore them, think about me,” he said, kissing her.
“Okay,” she said into his mouth.
He wrapped his arms around her and she knew she was forgiven. While her behavior wouldn’t soon be forgotten, at least she was forgiven. God, she loved her man.
© 2010, Michelle Carlyle
Friday, July 30, 2010
Friday, July 23, 2010
Rigged For A Spanking, Part Three
Hello Spanky People!
The pinball exposition I attended last weekend was tremendously fun! California Extreme, better known as the Nerd Convention, took place in a huge hotel ballroom filled with a hundred pinball machines plus about two hundred video arcade games. I played for so long, it hurt to type on Monday. But I had SO MUCH FUN!!! I loooooove pinball.
The people watching was interesting. The main group looked remarkably similar. The attendees wore black t-shirts with some obscure reference to an old video game and jeans, mainly. But they were people who don’t see a lot of daylight. People who have more power in their fingers than in their arms and legs. People who like computers. A lot. Round people.
Then there were the really weird people. While I do not consider myself normal by any stretch of the imagination, there’s weird and then there’s WEIRD. Like the skinny blond guy in a “Utilikilt” and a Mohawk. Yes, a kilt. But it was part tool belt which I think he thought made the garment manly. It didn’t. However, I’m glad there’s weird people wandering around in Utilikilts. Or else I wouldn’t have anyone to pick on. Bad, bad Michelle. Guess who needs a spanking?
Speaking of which, I got a great one last night. After he royally fucked me, he royally spanked me which made me come about three more times. Spankings are so awesome after sex. Love all those bonus climaxes. It helps that my husband is an amazing lover. That man can fuck. And we fit so well. Like two pieces of a puzzle. I’ve had sex with eleven (or twelve…I can’t remember one dude, but I was sure I’d hit a dozen before marriage) men and none of them fit but my husband. None of them could give me an orgasm from screwing. I couldn’t figure out why women did it. Then I slept with Hubby and WOW! Damn, that was surprising. Completely unexpected. I didn’t know what was happening, all I knew was that I never wanted it to stop. And now 23 years later, he’s still sending me to the moon.
And thank God, or I’m not sure I would have gone into writing erotica. And writing this stuff is a lot of fun.
Even more fun is sharing it. I really appreciate you guys, all my loyal readers. I love entertaining people. And I’m glad most of you come back here week after week to see what I’ve posted. Makes me happy. And grateful.
So thanks today to all my spanky friends! You rock!
Next week I’ll post the conclusion of Rigged for a Spanking and after that, who knows what the hell I’ll print here, but hopefully, you’ll like it.
Hugs and love to you all,
Michelle
“Have you seen Lila?” Zane asked.
“Sure. I took her up above with me to check stuff out and escorted her back down. Last I saw, she was trottin’ off to the bathroom. No worries, Zane.”
Zane breathed a sigh of relief. Then he caught the line about being “above” somewhere. “Where? Above, where?”
“Chill, everything was fine.”
“You took her up above the stage to the grid?!” Zane yelled.
The guys in the room all busted up laughing.
Zane was fit to be tied. “Are you nuts?”
Rabbit didn’t even blink an eye. “You rather have her find her way up there alone or have me be with her the whole time?”
Zane felt stupid. “I—oh. I see your point. Thank you, Rabbit. Sorry for yelling.”
“I can see why she makes ya yell. But she’s a good girl. Really, she is.”
“I know.”
“Okay, get ready men, its time to entertain the masses,” Rabbit said and left.
Zane went on, relieved. She was fine. Even though he wished he would have seen her for himself.
Lila was pissed, struggling to free her pant leg from a piece of rigging right on the edge of the grid, perilously close to the hundred-foot drop to the stage. When Rabbit took her above the stage into “the grid”—where there were giant horizontal beams from which hung all the mechanisms for the curtains and backdrops—she’d accidentally left her pocketknife on a little ledge. Rabbit wanted to fix something and didn’t have his knife with him, so she lent him hers. He handed it back and she set it down for a moment because she was wrestling with a button on her shirt. She followed Rabbit back down the ladder, he left and she remembered her knife. So she climbed back up, retrieved it and on the way out, the show started, a curtain moved and her pants got caught in a massive pulley.
This was so ridiculous. She sat down on two rafters of the grid. Through the gaps, she could see the top of Zane’s head way down below her. She got out her knife and reached down to cut the pant leg off the pulley. The rigging moved again, her pants leg twisted around the pulley, jerking her leg. She dropped the knife, it bounced off the beam next to her, then slipped through the gap.
Oh, God, she was going to stab her husband! She looked down frantically, he had moved and a set piece was sliding into place. She didn’t see where the knife went, but she watched and no one screamed. Whew!
The rigging was pulled again, her pants were twisted in the pulley and began to come off.
This was crazy! The music was too loud; no one knew she was up there. Seeing no other way out, she unzipped her jeans and pushed them off. They got caught on her boots. Christ! She kicked and wrestled with her jeans, but couldn’t get the pant legs over the boots. The pants were getting totally twisted into the rigging, she kept being pulled closer and closer to the edge. This was not happening.
The lights went off below her, then an explosion and she was suddenly engulfed in a cloud of smoke. Without warning, she was yanked off the platform and fell headlong towards the stage. She jerked to a stop, hanging upside down like a bat, her pants still caught in the rigging. She swung a bit and stared down at the stage below in horror. She was going to die! She was still behind the curtains so no one could see her. She had no idea what she was going to do.
She didn’t have long to think. The pulley moved, releasing her pants somewhat, she screamed and almost fell. She reached out wildly and caught hold of a backdrop in front of her. Just as she grabbed the large canvas sheet, her pants came off the pulley, her feet were released. Her body swung down, she gripped hold of the canvas with all her might. She figured she’d just slide down the edge of the backdrop.
The backdrop suddenly moved one way, she went another with the material still in her hands. It ripped. Screaming, Lila found herself clinging to a piece of the giant canvas as it ripped and took her diagonally downwards towards the stage.
The crowd came into view as Lila sailed like Tarzan down across the stage, fast, heading towards the audience, her pants wrapped around her ankles. The band members were standing on large set pieces and one by one, they saw her. And just in time. Snark ducked one way, Joey another, Zane dove for the floor. Luckily, she wasn’t near the drummer, Jimmy. Right when she passed the set and was about ten feet above the stage, the material snagged on something, it ripped out of her hands, she kept going and knocked over a huge stand of speakers before crashing to the floor, taking out two roadies in the process.
Lila was in a tangle of power cords, speakers and arms, legs and groaning bodies. The music stopped. Everything stopped. The crowd cheered.
Zane’s voice boomed throughout the venue. “Everyone, I’d like you to meet my wife, Lila. She’s trying out for the upcoming movie, Spiderwoman Four.”
The crowd erupted in laughter. But Lila knew Zane was not nearly as amused as he appeared. Damn it! Her ass was already bruised to hell. This was so not fair!
©2010, Michelle Carlyle
*Just realized I was putting the old copyright on my blog posts and that it makes no sense. I rewrite the stories before I post them anyway. Sometimes the holes in my logic frighten me when I finally discover them. I'm glad it's Friday.
The pinball exposition I attended last weekend was tremendously fun! California Extreme, better known as the Nerd Convention, took place in a huge hotel ballroom filled with a hundred pinball machines plus about two hundred video arcade games. I played for so long, it hurt to type on Monday. But I had SO MUCH FUN!!! I loooooove pinball.
The people watching was interesting. The main group looked remarkably similar. The attendees wore black t-shirts with some obscure reference to an old video game and jeans, mainly. But they were people who don’t see a lot of daylight. People who have more power in their fingers than in their arms and legs. People who like computers. A lot. Round people.
Then there were the really weird people. While I do not consider myself normal by any stretch of the imagination, there’s weird and then there’s WEIRD. Like the skinny blond guy in a “Utilikilt” and a Mohawk. Yes, a kilt. But it was part tool belt which I think he thought made the garment manly. It didn’t. However, I’m glad there’s weird people wandering around in Utilikilts. Or else I wouldn’t have anyone to pick on. Bad, bad Michelle. Guess who needs a spanking?
Speaking of which, I got a great one last night. After he royally fucked me, he royally spanked me which made me come about three more times. Spankings are so awesome after sex. Love all those bonus climaxes. It helps that my husband is an amazing lover. That man can fuck. And we fit so well. Like two pieces of a puzzle. I’ve had sex with eleven (or twelve…I can’t remember one dude, but I was sure I’d hit a dozen before marriage) men and none of them fit but my husband. None of them could give me an orgasm from screwing. I couldn’t figure out why women did it. Then I slept with Hubby and WOW! Damn, that was surprising. Completely unexpected. I didn’t know what was happening, all I knew was that I never wanted it to stop. And now 23 years later, he’s still sending me to the moon.
And thank God, or I’m not sure I would have gone into writing erotica. And writing this stuff is a lot of fun.
Even more fun is sharing it. I really appreciate you guys, all my loyal readers. I love entertaining people. And I’m glad most of you come back here week after week to see what I’ve posted. Makes me happy. And grateful.
So thanks today to all my spanky friends! You rock!
Next week I’ll post the conclusion of Rigged for a Spanking and after that, who knows what the hell I’ll print here, but hopefully, you’ll like it.
Hugs and love to you all,
Michelle
“Have you seen Lila?” Zane asked.
“Sure. I took her up above with me to check stuff out and escorted her back down. Last I saw, she was trottin’ off to the bathroom. No worries, Zane.”
Zane breathed a sigh of relief. Then he caught the line about being “above” somewhere. “Where? Above, where?”
“Chill, everything was fine.”
“You took her up above the stage to the grid?!” Zane yelled.
The guys in the room all busted up laughing.
Zane was fit to be tied. “Are you nuts?”
Rabbit didn’t even blink an eye. “You rather have her find her way up there alone or have me be with her the whole time?”
Zane felt stupid. “I—oh. I see your point. Thank you, Rabbit. Sorry for yelling.”
“I can see why she makes ya yell. But she’s a good girl. Really, she is.”
“I know.”
“Okay, get ready men, its time to entertain the masses,” Rabbit said and left.
Zane went on, relieved. She was fine. Even though he wished he would have seen her for himself.
Lila was pissed, struggling to free her pant leg from a piece of rigging right on the edge of the grid, perilously close to the hundred-foot drop to the stage. When Rabbit took her above the stage into “the grid”—where there were giant horizontal beams from which hung all the mechanisms for the curtains and backdrops—she’d accidentally left her pocketknife on a little ledge. Rabbit wanted to fix something and didn’t have his knife with him, so she lent him hers. He handed it back and she set it down for a moment because she was wrestling with a button on her shirt. She followed Rabbit back down the ladder, he left and she remembered her knife. So she climbed back up, retrieved it and on the way out, the show started, a curtain moved and her pants got caught in a massive pulley.
This was so ridiculous. She sat down on two rafters of the grid. Through the gaps, she could see the top of Zane’s head way down below her. She got out her knife and reached down to cut the pant leg off the pulley. The rigging moved again, her pants leg twisted around the pulley, jerking her leg. She dropped the knife, it bounced off the beam next to her, then slipped through the gap.
Oh, God, she was going to stab her husband! She looked down frantically, he had moved and a set piece was sliding into place. She didn’t see where the knife went, but she watched and no one screamed. Whew!
The rigging was pulled again, her pants were twisted in the pulley and began to come off.
This was crazy! The music was too loud; no one knew she was up there. Seeing no other way out, she unzipped her jeans and pushed them off. They got caught on her boots. Christ! She kicked and wrestled with her jeans, but couldn’t get the pant legs over the boots. The pants were getting totally twisted into the rigging, she kept being pulled closer and closer to the edge. This was not happening.
The lights went off below her, then an explosion and she was suddenly engulfed in a cloud of smoke. Without warning, she was yanked off the platform and fell headlong towards the stage. She jerked to a stop, hanging upside down like a bat, her pants still caught in the rigging. She swung a bit and stared down at the stage below in horror. She was going to die! She was still behind the curtains so no one could see her. She had no idea what she was going to do.
She didn’t have long to think. The pulley moved, releasing her pants somewhat, she screamed and almost fell. She reached out wildly and caught hold of a backdrop in front of her. Just as she grabbed the large canvas sheet, her pants came off the pulley, her feet were released. Her body swung down, she gripped hold of the canvas with all her might. She figured she’d just slide down the edge of the backdrop.
The backdrop suddenly moved one way, she went another with the material still in her hands. It ripped. Screaming, Lila found herself clinging to a piece of the giant canvas as it ripped and took her diagonally downwards towards the stage.
The crowd came into view as Lila sailed like Tarzan down across the stage, fast, heading towards the audience, her pants wrapped around her ankles. The band members were standing on large set pieces and one by one, they saw her. And just in time. Snark ducked one way, Joey another, Zane dove for the floor. Luckily, she wasn’t near the drummer, Jimmy. Right when she passed the set and was about ten feet above the stage, the material snagged on something, it ripped out of her hands, she kept going and knocked over a huge stand of speakers before crashing to the floor, taking out two roadies in the process.
Lila was in a tangle of power cords, speakers and arms, legs and groaning bodies. The music stopped. Everything stopped. The crowd cheered.
Zane’s voice boomed throughout the venue. “Everyone, I’d like you to meet my wife, Lila. She’s trying out for the upcoming movie, Spiderwoman Four.”
The crowd erupted in laughter. But Lila knew Zane was not nearly as amused as he appeared. Damn it! Her ass was already bruised to hell. This was so not fair!
©2010, Michelle Carlyle
*Just realized I was putting the old copyright on my blog posts and that it makes no sense. I rewrite the stories before I post them anyway. Sometimes the holes in my logic frighten me when I finally discover them. I'm glad it's Friday.
Friday, July 16, 2010
Rigged For A Spanking, Part Two
Helloooooooooooo Out There In Spanky Cyberspace!!!!
It’s FRIDAY!!!! Whoo-hoo!!!! I am going to play pinball all weekend!!! Yayyyyy! Pinball! Once a year, a group of pinball machine collectors and video game collectors gather in San Jose to put on California Extreme, an videogame/pinball exposition/party. All the collectors bring their machines, put them on free play and for 35 bucks a day or 65 bucks for the weekend, you get to play all these marvelous machines from the 20s through to now. Soooo cool! Even though we’re not far from there, we stay in the hotel so we can take breaks. I can only take a couple hours of pinball at a time (it is soooo loud in that giant room) and then my eyes go buggy and my heart can’t take the stress (I’m very competitive and get very angry when I lose). So Hubby and I go to the bar, have a couple drinks, go to the room, play a different game (YAY! Hotel sex!!!) and then return to play more pinball. We have one machine at home, a Star Trek Next Generation pinball, but it is so fun to play hundreds of different games. We’ve gone the last six years in a row and we can’t wait.
Okie-dokie, so here is the next installment of Rigged for a Spanking, soon to be found in my upcoming release Hanky Spanky. I think I need to have my husband spank me because I’ve been neglecting the editing of Hanky Spanky and should have the sucker out there, but writing my other novels is sooo much more compelling. I love writing. I hate editing. Yes, I will give myself a deadline and if I don’t make it, I’ll have him spank me. Hard. That should do it. I need motivation! Ooo, and the threat of a hard spanking is a total turn-on. Which is counter-motivating, but who cares? Hard spanking followed by a hard fucking. Now I like the sound of THAT!
And I’d like to thank all my regulars who’ve been coming by to check out my work and I’d like to thank all the new people for subscribing to my blog. You guys are great! A while back I was getting two thousand hits a month here regularly and just recently checked to see how many of you wonderful people were reading my work and I was floored. 5500 hits a month? Wowza! I am so stoked.
You guys make me so happy!!! I love to share my work!!!
Have a great weekend and I’ll see you back here next week!
Hugs and love,
Michelle
“Do you want to eat something?” Zane asked Lila. “I was just gonna order room service.”
“Sure, when do you have to get to the show?”
“What time is it?” He found the clock. “Oh, man, it’s already five? Where has the time gone?”
“We screwed all day, that’s where it went.”
He grinned and kissed her nose. “I guess. I was having so much fun, I lost track of time. I have to get there by seven. Show starts at eight. But it’s all set up from last night. Just some last checks and we’re ready to go.”
“Can I come down there and watch you?”
“Sure baby. Ooo, let’s have sex in my dressing room,” he said, squeezing her.
She giggled. “For a forty-four year old man, you sure have stamina. We’ve already done it three times today.”
“Four’s a charm,” he said, kissing her breast. “Or is it five?” he asked with an evil grin her way.
“You are insatiable.”
He pointed at himself. “That’s me. The insatiable rocker.”
“You’re totally living up to your reputation. Only you’re screwing one woman instead of a hundred.”
“Yeah, and I’m having much more fun. You are the most fun I’ve ever had in bed, woman. Ever.”
“I suppose that’s quite a compliment given your hedonistic first forty-three years.”
“You bet it is.” There was a pause. “Does my past bother you?”
“Yes. But you wouldn’t like my sexual history, either.”
She felt his body stiffen. “Uh, yeah. I mean, no. Let’s move on to… us.” He kissed her.
Lila had never ventured outside the dressing room of Zane’s performance venues before. Of course, she’d only gone to one. She loved his music, but the man was so busy when he was working, she got no time with him. The whole rock-and-roll scene—the crowds, fans, craziness and noise—it was too intense for her. She preferred working; both on her photo business and on her art photography. But since she was on vacation and had nothing to do, she decided to take backstage photos of the band, the show and the crew.
She was awed by how much equipment, staging, rigging and sets the band hauled around with them. Their set was elaborate with many backdrops, scrims, and set pieces. They had large backdrops they flew in, large set pieces that moved. Very theatrical. Zane said they modified the show depending on the venue. But this one in Boston was really high tech, so they could shoot the works. Fascinating.
And dangerous. Some of the set pieces weighed a lot, when they moved, they could crush someone if they were in the wrong place at the wrong time. They had tight security backstage to make sure no one got hurt. And of course, due to Lila’s new reputation, the stagehands watched her like a hawk. Almost everyone she encountered warned her. It was really annoying.
Luckily, Zane’s stage manager was the coolest man in the universe. Tall, gangly, funny and witty, Rabbit (she never did find out why he was called that and what his real name was) had taken a shining to her. About fifty, he’d run shows for so many famous bands, it was incredible his breadth of knowledge and expertise. And nothing bothered him. Easygoing country boy. Everyone loved him.
After Lila had been shooed away from a large set piece, Rabbit came up to her. “Hey, girl, everyone pickin’ on ya?”
“Yeah. I do deserve it.”
“No ya don’t. You handled yourself well last night.”
“Oh, please. Don’t let Zane hear you say that.”
“You didn’t die, did you?”
“No.”
“Then you handled it perfect.”
“I love you.”
He beamed. “Thought you might wanna check out the rigging up above the stage on the grid,” he said, pointing towards the ceiling. “I gotta go up and inspect the work the boys did, thought you might want to take a nice climb up about a hundred feet.”
Lila squealed with delight and jumped up and down.
Rabbit burst out laughing. “I’ll take that as a yes.” He gestured towards the back of the stage. “Come on, the ladder is over here.”
“Cool!” Lila scampered after him, more excited than ever.
Zane walked into the green room, where his band mates were preparing for the show in their usual ways. Snark and Joey were doing shots of whiskey, Jimmy was asleep on a couch.
“You guys seen Lila?” he asked.
“Nope,” Snark said. “Uh, oh.”
Zane glared at him. “Shut up. I just wanted to see her before I went on. Probably in the bathroom or somethin’. It’s not like I’m worried.”
Snark nodded in an exaggerated way. “Oh, sure. I wouldn’t be, either.”
“Will you shut up?” Zane fired back. But he wasn’t really mad at Snark. The guys always busted each other’s balls.
Without opening his eyes, Jimmy said, “Did ya check the outside of the building?”
The other guys broke up laughing.
Zane couldn’t help but join them. “Its not freakin’ funny. Yet. I know maybe…oh, hell it won’t. The idiot almost died!”
Joey gestured towards him with a beer. “I wouldn’t worry about her, Zane. She’s got an amazing sense of self-preservation.”
“I’m not worried. I just wanted to see my wife.”
Snark said, “And make sure she’s not hangin’ above the stage, clinging to the rigging.”
“Thanks, Snark. That was exactly the picture I needed stuck in my head.”
“I’m always here for ya, pal.”
Zane smirked at him. And tried not to worry. But he was worried. He was starting to get a sixth sense about the girl. He knew when she was in trouble. And for some reason, he was nearly sure she was in danger.
Rabbit came in right then. “Fifteen minutes, guys. I’ll give you a ten and then it’s Places.”
“Thanks, Dad,” said Snark.
“Have you seen Lila?” Zane asked.
“Sure. I took her up above with me to check stuff out and escorted her back down. Last I saw, she was trottin’ off to the bathroom. No worries, Zane.”
Zane breathed a sigh of relief. Then he caught the line about being “above” somewhere. “Where? Above, where?”
“Chill, everything was fine.”
“You took her up above the stage to the grid?!” Zane yelled.
©2007, Michelle Carlyle
It’s FRIDAY!!!! Whoo-hoo!!!! I am going to play pinball all weekend!!! Yayyyyy! Pinball! Once a year, a group of pinball machine collectors and video game collectors gather in San Jose to put on California Extreme, an videogame/pinball exposition/party. All the collectors bring their machines, put them on free play and for 35 bucks a day or 65 bucks for the weekend, you get to play all these marvelous machines from the 20s through to now. Soooo cool! Even though we’re not far from there, we stay in the hotel so we can take breaks. I can only take a couple hours of pinball at a time (it is soooo loud in that giant room) and then my eyes go buggy and my heart can’t take the stress (I’m very competitive and get very angry when I lose). So Hubby and I go to the bar, have a couple drinks, go to the room, play a different game (YAY! Hotel sex!!!) and then return to play more pinball. We have one machine at home, a Star Trek Next Generation pinball, but it is so fun to play hundreds of different games. We’ve gone the last six years in a row and we can’t wait.
Okie-dokie, so here is the next installment of Rigged for a Spanking, soon to be found in my upcoming release Hanky Spanky. I think I need to have my husband spank me because I’ve been neglecting the editing of Hanky Spanky and should have the sucker out there, but writing my other novels is sooo much more compelling. I love writing. I hate editing. Yes, I will give myself a deadline and if I don’t make it, I’ll have him spank me. Hard. That should do it. I need motivation! Ooo, and the threat of a hard spanking is a total turn-on. Which is counter-motivating, but who cares? Hard spanking followed by a hard fucking. Now I like the sound of THAT!
And I’d like to thank all my regulars who’ve been coming by to check out my work and I’d like to thank all the new people for subscribing to my blog. You guys are great! A while back I was getting two thousand hits a month here regularly and just recently checked to see how many of you wonderful people were reading my work and I was floored. 5500 hits a month? Wowza! I am so stoked.
You guys make me so happy!!! I love to share my work!!!
Have a great weekend and I’ll see you back here next week!
Hugs and love,
Michelle
“Do you want to eat something?” Zane asked Lila. “I was just gonna order room service.”
“Sure, when do you have to get to the show?”
“What time is it?” He found the clock. “Oh, man, it’s already five? Where has the time gone?”
“We screwed all day, that’s where it went.”
He grinned and kissed her nose. “I guess. I was having so much fun, I lost track of time. I have to get there by seven. Show starts at eight. But it’s all set up from last night. Just some last checks and we’re ready to go.”
“Can I come down there and watch you?”
“Sure baby. Ooo, let’s have sex in my dressing room,” he said, squeezing her.
She giggled. “For a forty-four year old man, you sure have stamina. We’ve already done it three times today.”
“Four’s a charm,” he said, kissing her breast. “Or is it five?” he asked with an evil grin her way.
“You are insatiable.”
He pointed at himself. “That’s me. The insatiable rocker.”
“You’re totally living up to your reputation. Only you’re screwing one woman instead of a hundred.”
“Yeah, and I’m having much more fun. You are the most fun I’ve ever had in bed, woman. Ever.”
“I suppose that’s quite a compliment given your hedonistic first forty-three years.”
“You bet it is.” There was a pause. “Does my past bother you?”
“Yes. But you wouldn’t like my sexual history, either.”
She felt his body stiffen. “Uh, yeah. I mean, no. Let’s move on to… us.” He kissed her.
Lila had never ventured outside the dressing room of Zane’s performance venues before. Of course, she’d only gone to one. She loved his music, but the man was so busy when he was working, she got no time with him. The whole rock-and-roll scene—the crowds, fans, craziness and noise—it was too intense for her. She preferred working; both on her photo business and on her art photography. But since she was on vacation and had nothing to do, she decided to take backstage photos of the band, the show and the crew.
She was awed by how much equipment, staging, rigging and sets the band hauled around with them. Their set was elaborate with many backdrops, scrims, and set pieces. They had large backdrops they flew in, large set pieces that moved. Very theatrical. Zane said they modified the show depending on the venue. But this one in Boston was really high tech, so they could shoot the works. Fascinating.
And dangerous. Some of the set pieces weighed a lot, when they moved, they could crush someone if they were in the wrong place at the wrong time. They had tight security backstage to make sure no one got hurt. And of course, due to Lila’s new reputation, the stagehands watched her like a hawk. Almost everyone she encountered warned her. It was really annoying.
Luckily, Zane’s stage manager was the coolest man in the universe. Tall, gangly, funny and witty, Rabbit (she never did find out why he was called that and what his real name was) had taken a shining to her. About fifty, he’d run shows for so many famous bands, it was incredible his breadth of knowledge and expertise. And nothing bothered him. Easygoing country boy. Everyone loved him.
After Lila had been shooed away from a large set piece, Rabbit came up to her. “Hey, girl, everyone pickin’ on ya?”
“Yeah. I do deserve it.”
“No ya don’t. You handled yourself well last night.”
“Oh, please. Don’t let Zane hear you say that.”
“You didn’t die, did you?”
“No.”
“Then you handled it perfect.”
“I love you.”
He beamed. “Thought you might wanna check out the rigging up above the stage on the grid,” he said, pointing towards the ceiling. “I gotta go up and inspect the work the boys did, thought you might want to take a nice climb up about a hundred feet.”
Lila squealed with delight and jumped up and down.
Rabbit burst out laughing. “I’ll take that as a yes.” He gestured towards the back of the stage. “Come on, the ladder is over here.”
“Cool!” Lila scampered after him, more excited than ever.
Zane walked into the green room, where his band mates were preparing for the show in their usual ways. Snark and Joey were doing shots of whiskey, Jimmy was asleep on a couch.
“You guys seen Lila?” he asked.
“Nope,” Snark said. “Uh, oh.”
Zane glared at him. “Shut up. I just wanted to see her before I went on. Probably in the bathroom or somethin’. It’s not like I’m worried.”
Snark nodded in an exaggerated way. “Oh, sure. I wouldn’t be, either.”
“Will you shut up?” Zane fired back. But he wasn’t really mad at Snark. The guys always busted each other’s balls.
Without opening his eyes, Jimmy said, “Did ya check the outside of the building?”
The other guys broke up laughing.
Zane couldn’t help but join them. “Its not freakin’ funny. Yet. I know maybe…oh, hell it won’t. The idiot almost died!”
Joey gestured towards him with a beer. “I wouldn’t worry about her, Zane. She’s got an amazing sense of self-preservation.”
“I’m not worried. I just wanted to see my wife.”
Snark said, “And make sure she’s not hangin’ above the stage, clinging to the rigging.”
“Thanks, Snark. That was exactly the picture I needed stuck in my head.”
“I’m always here for ya, pal.”
Zane smirked at him. And tried not to worry. But he was worried. He was starting to get a sixth sense about the girl. He knew when she was in trouble. And for some reason, he was nearly sure she was in danger.
Rabbit came in right then. “Fifteen minutes, guys. I’ll give you a ten and then it’s Places.”
“Thanks, Dad,” said Snark.
“Have you seen Lila?” Zane asked.
“Sure. I took her up above with me to check stuff out and escorted her back down. Last I saw, she was trottin’ off to the bathroom. No worries, Zane.”
Zane breathed a sigh of relief. Then he caught the line about being “above” somewhere. “Where? Above, where?”
“Chill, everything was fine.”
“You took her up above the stage to the grid?!” Zane yelled.
©2007, Michelle Carlyle
Friday, July 9, 2010
Rigged For A Spanking
Spanky Humans!!!
Dear God, I am tired. Hubby and I had massive sex last night and when I’m having massive sex, I normally like to sip (read: guzzle) alcoholic beverages throughout. Usually because I’m screaming so much, my throat needs the help. And all those hormones are raging and I’m having so much fun, I have no idea what I’m drinking and soon I realize that I hit the three-drink mark and then I’m screwed, no pun intended. Three=tired and not very good sleep. But I shouldn’t complain. It was worth it!!!! Whoo-hooooo!
And I think I had some port, too. No wonder my walk was a lot less pleasurable this AM.
Oh, well, I’ll drink a boatload of tea and water and will be fine tonight when Hubby returns home to the sex nest. Whoo-hoo!!! Weeeeeeeekennnnnddddd!
So weird. This Saturday is the anniversary of when I lost my virginity, 32 years ago. And completely unplanned, the man who did the job happens to be coming to dinner. I just realized that. I was like, “Hmmm, July 10. That rings a bell.” Then it hit me. Then I realized that he and his wife were coming over. I don’t think I’ll mention it. Either that or after a few drinks, I’ll casually mention to him, “Hey, you have something of mine you took 32 years ago today and I want it back.” HEEEEE! Poor guy. He’d cough and sputter and turn red. But I wouldn’t say it in front of my husband or his wife. Talk about a conversation stopper.
Why do women remember dates so well? Maybe it’s just me. Does anyone else know the day they lost their virginity? Or am I crazy? I’d love to hear from you guys on the subject. Do you remember when you lost your virginity? And do you still know where your old lover is? I’d love to know.
Here’s a new story for you, Rigged for a Spanking, a continuance of the Lila and Zane saga soon to be found in my upcoming release, Hanky Spanky.
Love to all you great people out there,
Michelle
Lila lay naked on her stomach watching television in her hotel room. She and her rock star husband Zane had just made love, he went off to take a shower and she turned on the tube. But she wasn’t watching just any show, she was watching herself. The news was on and she was the star of the show. She watched as she clung to the side of the hotel, about a hundred feet up while the rescue workers tried to help her. She hadn’t realized how utterly stupid it was until that moment. It was amazing what tequila did to her. She remembered thinking it was no big deal. But she easily could have died. She watched as the police and firemen saved her. The scene cut to a shot of Zane’s publicist giving an update about “Mrs. Black’s health” reporting that Lila was fine and has no more plans to climb anything.
The reporter finished by saying Lila was out on bail, but all the charges had been dropped by the hotel. Mrs. Black would probably have to pay a fine, but would serve no jail time for the “stunt.” The newslady wondered if the circus had any job openings for Mrs. Black. Hardy-har-har.
Lila suddenly jumped and shrieked with pain. Zane had snuck up on her and spanked her a good one across her very sore buns.
“Ow!” she said, rubbing her very sore behind. “Zane, you already spanked me.”
Her longhaired rocker husband furrowed his dark brow at her, his green gaze searing hers. “Not enough. What are you doing watching yourself on TV?”
She shrugged. “I can’t help it, I’m everywhere.”
Zane jumped onto the bed, pinned her to the mattress and laid several more spanks on her bruised rear. She tried to get away, but it was useless. Not only was he monstrously sized—six seven and two-hundred-and-seventy-five pounds of solid muscle—he was amazingly adept at wrestling. She never stood a chance with him.
She cried out and tried to fight him, but he had her right where he wanted her. Now laughing, he spanked her blazing buns with gusto.
“Stop it! I already paid! Owwww! Zane, stop!”
“You haven’t paid nearly enough for almost killing yourself and getting all this stupid publicity,” he told her, spanking each bun in turn. He was hurting her, but not hitting her nearly as hard as earlier that day.
He stopped spanking her, flipped her over onto her back and kissed her, hard. Angry, she tried to push him away, but he grabbed her arms and pinned them above her head. He began chewing on her neck. She squealed and tried to get away, but he had her.
Grinning down at her, he maneuvered on top of her and began teasing her with this rock-hard tool. “Little girl is gonna get more than she bargained for.”
Her anger began to turn to lust. “You big butthead, get off me!”
“Did you say get off?” he said, dry-humping her. “Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah, she’s my baby!” he yelled, pretending to come. He laughed, let go of her wrists, lay down on top of her and hugged her.
“You’re crushing me,” she complained. She began tickling him.
He chuckled, spread her legs with his knees and entered her suddenly. He pretended to be shocked. “How did that happen?” he asked. A lusty grin came over his handsome face. “I think I left something inside you, is it there?” he asked, thrusting into her.
She began to lose her train of thought.
“Or is it there?” He gave it to her good. “Or… there?” A big thrust.
The joking ended quickly, lust came to the foreground. She lifted her legs to give him better access. He groaned and threw himself into her, leaning down to kiss her while he rammed into her.
Overcome by his lovemaking, Lila screamed into his mouth, coming hard. Zane didn’t skip a beat, he powered into her straight on, and then did a circular motion with his amazing hips. Building quickly, she grabbed his steely buns and pulled him further inside.
He made some unintelligible sounds, she could tell by the glazed look in his eye, he was fighting coming. But she was gonna make him come. She lifted her hips and brought his head down so she could kiss him. She teased his lips with her tongue, grabbed his hips harder and yanked on him.
“No… Lila, don’t… I… can’t…” he begged, beginning to lose it.
She thrust her tongue into his mouth and moved against him faster. That was it. Zane’s eyes rolled back into his head and he let out a yell that could wake the dead as he slammed into her, climaxing.
His final thrusts sent her over the edge once more; she threw her head back against the pillows and yelled her fool head off, relishing every last motion of her husband.
He finally fell beside her, sweaty and laughing. He grabbed her and brought her to him, kissing her long, hard and deep. When he pulled away, he winked at her.
“Damn woman, I’ve never had sex like this in my life. Not this often and this much fun. You are such a perfect playmate. I’m so glad I married you.”
“I love you, Zane.”
“I love you, baby. So much. And even though I hate what you did when you first got here, I’m so glad you’re here with me. I missed you so much in the past two weeks. Felt like my heart was breaking the whole time. How long can you stay with us?”
“Another week or so.”
“Really?”
“Really, honey.”
Zane brightened up at the news of her staying the week, his green eyes lit with excitement and surprise. He embraced her, hard.
“Zane, I need to breathe,” she rasped.
“Sorry, baby,” he said, releasing her some. He kissed her again, she melted against the mattress.
“You can quit, you know,” he said.
“I know honey, you make the offer daily. I know how much you make.” He made ten to fifteen million a year. “And I’ll give you my same reply. It’s my business, I’ve worked so hard to build it up, I got a great rep with all those high-end advertising agencies, I got it made. Totally funds my art photography.”
“I can fund your art photography.”
“But half my work is inspired by hating the other stuff.”
He laughed. “You are freakin’ crazy, honey.”
“And your point?”
He grabbed her, hugged her and playfully chewed on her neck. She squealed.
©2007, Michelle Carlyle
(Note to readers: Normally I have a great cliff hanger here, but obviously not this week. But next week’s post will set up a very…um…interesting problem for Lila. So stay tuned!)
Dear God, I am tired. Hubby and I had massive sex last night and when I’m having massive sex, I normally like to sip (read: guzzle) alcoholic beverages throughout. Usually because I’m screaming so much, my throat needs the help. And all those hormones are raging and I’m having so much fun, I have no idea what I’m drinking and soon I realize that I hit the three-drink mark and then I’m screwed, no pun intended. Three=tired and not very good sleep. But I shouldn’t complain. It was worth it!!!! Whoo-hooooo!
And I think I had some port, too. No wonder my walk was a lot less pleasurable this AM.
Oh, well, I’ll drink a boatload of tea and water and will be fine tonight when Hubby returns home to the sex nest. Whoo-hoo!!! Weeeeeeeekennnnnddddd!
So weird. This Saturday is the anniversary of when I lost my virginity, 32 years ago. And completely unplanned, the man who did the job happens to be coming to dinner. I just realized that. I was like, “Hmmm, July 10. That rings a bell.” Then it hit me. Then I realized that he and his wife were coming over. I don’t think I’ll mention it. Either that or after a few drinks, I’ll casually mention to him, “Hey, you have something of mine you took 32 years ago today and I want it back.” HEEEEE! Poor guy. He’d cough and sputter and turn red. But I wouldn’t say it in front of my husband or his wife. Talk about a conversation stopper.
Why do women remember dates so well? Maybe it’s just me. Does anyone else know the day they lost their virginity? Or am I crazy? I’d love to hear from you guys on the subject. Do you remember when you lost your virginity? And do you still know where your old lover is? I’d love to know.
Here’s a new story for you, Rigged for a Spanking, a continuance of the Lila and Zane saga soon to be found in my upcoming release, Hanky Spanky.
Love to all you great people out there,
Michelle
Lila lay naked on her stomach watching television in her hotel room. She and her rock star husband Zane had just made love, he went off to take a shower and she turned on the tube. But she wasn’t watching just any show, she was watching herself. The news was on and she was the star of the show. She watched as she clung to the side of the hotel, about a hundred feet up while the rescue workers tried to help her. She hadn’t realized how utterly stupid it was until that moment. It was amazing what tequila did to her. She remembered thinking it was no big deal. But she easily could have died. She watched as the police and firemen saved her. The scene cut to a shot of Zane’s publicist giving an update about “Mrs. Black’s health” reporting that Lila was fine and has no more plans to climb anything.
The reporter finished by saying Lila was out on bail, but all the charges had been dropped by the hotel. Mrs. Black would probably have to pay a fine, but would serve no jail time for the “stunt.” The newslady wondered if the circus had any job openings for Mrs. Black. Hardy-har-har.
Lila suddenly jumped and shrieked with pain. Zane had snuck up on her and spanked her a good one across her very sore buns.
“Ow!” she said, rubbing her very sore behind. “Zane, you already spanked me.”
Her longhaired rocker husband furrowed his dark brow at her, his green gaze searing hers. “Not enough. What are you doing watching yourself on TV?”
She shrugged. “I can’t help it, I’m everywhere.”
Zane jumped onto the bed, pinned her to the mattress and laid several more spanks on her bruised rear. She tried to get away, but it was useless. Not only was he monstrously sized—six seven and two-hundred-and-seventy-five pounds of solid muscle—he was amazingly adept at wrestling. She never stood a chance with him.
She cried out and tried to fight him, but he had her right where he wanted her. Now laughing, he spanked her blazing buns with gusto.
“Stop it! I already paid! Owwww! Zane, stop!”
“You haven’t paid nearly enough for almost killing yourself and getting all this stupid publicity,” he told her, spanking each bun in turn. He was hurting her, but not hitting her nearly as hard as earlier that day.
He stopped spanking her, flipped her over onto her back and kissed her, hard. Angry, she tried to push him away, but he grabbed her arms and pinned them above her head. He began chewing on her neck. She squealed and tried to get away, but he had her.
Grinning down at her, he maneuvered on top of her and began teasing her with this rock-hard tool. “Little girl is gonna get more than she bargained for.”
Her anger began to turn to lust. “You big butthead, get off me!”
“Did you say get off?” he said, dry-humping her. “Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah, she’s my baby!” he yelled, pretending to come. He laughed, let go of her wrists, lay down on top of her and hugged her.
“You’re crushing me,” she complained. She began tickling him.
He chuckled, spread her legs with his knees and entered her suddenly. He pretended to be shocked. “How did that happen?” he asked. A lusty grin came over his handsome face. “I think I left something inside you, is it there?” he asked, thrusting into her.
She began to lose her train of thought.
“Or is it there?” He gave it to her good. “Or… there?” A big thrust.
The joking ended quickly, lust came to the foreground. She lifted her legs to give him better access. He groaned and threw himself into her, leaning down to kiss her while he rammed into her.
Overcome by his lovemaking, Lila screamed into his mouth, coming hard. Zane didn’t skip a beat, he powered into her straight on, and then did a circular motion with his amazing hips. Building quickly, she grabbed his steely buns and pulled him further inside.
He made some unintelligible sounds, she could tell by the glazed look in his eye, he was fighting coming. But she was gonna make him come. She lifted her hips and brought his head down so she could kiss him. She teased his lips with her tongue, grabbed his hips harder and yanked on him.
“No… Lila, don’t… I… can’t…” he begged, beginning to lose it.
She thrust her tongue into his mouth and moved against him faster. That was it. Zane’s eyes rolled back into his head and he let out a yell that could wake the dead as he slammed into her, climaxing.
His final thrusts sent her over the edge once more; she threw her head back against the pillows and yelled her fool head off, relishing every last motion of her husband.
He finally fell beside her, sweaty and laughing. He grabbed her and brought her to him, kissing her long, hard and deep. When he pulled away, he winked at her.
“Damn woman, I’ve never had sex like this in my life. Not this often and this much fun. You are such a perfect playmate. I’m so glad I married you.”
“I love you, Zane.”
“I love you, baby. So much. And even though I hate what you did when you first got here, I’m so glad you’re here with me. I missed you so much in the past two weeks. Felt like my heart was breaking the whole time. How long can you stay with us?”
“Another week or so.”
“Really?”
“Really, honey.”
Zane brightened up at the news of her staying the week, his green eyes lit with excitement and surprise. He embraced her, hard.
“Zane, I need to breathe,” she rasped.
“Sorry, baby,” he said, releasing her some. He kissed her again, she melted against the mattress.
“You can quit, you know,” he said.
“I know honey, you make the offer daily. I know how much you make.” He made ten to fifteen million a year. “And I’ll give you my same reply. It’s my business, I’ve worked so hard to build it up, I got a great rep with all those high-end advertising agencies, I got it made. Totally funds my art photography.”
“I can fund your art photography.”
“But half my work is inspired by hating the other stuff.”
He laughed. “You are freakin’ crazy, honey.”
“And your point?”
He grabbed her, hugged her and playfully chewed on her neck. She squealed.
©2007, Michelle Carlyle
(Note to readers: Normally I have a great cliff hanger here, but obviously not this week. But next week’s post will set up a very…um…interesting problem for Lila. So stay tuned!)
Friday, July 2, 2010
Within His Law, Conclusion
Hey Spanky Friends!!!
Whoo-hoo!!! Friday!!! Whoo-hoo!!! I got carded yesterday!!!! I was so stoked! The guy looked at my age and his eyebrows shot up. “Good for you, girl. Doin’ something right.” I looked down at the beer and chips I’d just bought and thought “Ahhh, my secret anti-aging weapons.” I still can’t believe it. I think I look fifty. Maybe it’s the pink hair. And the teenage boy clothes. And the Converse high tops. People always mistake me for a teenager. And then I take off my sunglasses. And they go “OMG! Imhotep in teenage clothing!” No. Thankfully, for some reason I’m not aging dramatically. Not like some of my friends who look like they drank a whole bottle of old.
Anyway, I was very happy. Dude made my whole day.
What are you guys doing for the 4th of July? For my readers in England, probably nothing! For my readers here in the US, I would assume barbecue, fireworks and beer is in your future. Hubby and I have made no plans because we just want to chill out. I think we’ll barbecue, but I mainly want to shovel some stuff out of my office because I’m all out of floor. I have a pathway to the door, but the rest of my office looks like a bomb went off. I’m looking at it now and am glad you can’t see it. Clearly cleaning is not a priority for me, but I’m in the Embarrassment Zone now. So I’ll probably do a bit of tidying.
Or I’ll sit in the sun in the backyard and read which sounds like much more fun.
But mostly I hope I get to fuck all weekend. Hubby better be prepared because I’m going to ATTACK him tomorrow. Wheeeeee!!!!
By the way, I dropped all the prices on my books. Seeing as we’re in a recession that seems unending, I thought I’d do my part and make my books more affordable for those who want them. Yay!!!! Cheaper books for my friends!!!!
Okay, so here’s the conclusion to Within His Law, soon to be found in Hanky Spanky.
Have a great weekend and see you all next week!!!
Michelle
The traffic was so bad because of Lila’s stunt, Zane couldn’t even get near the hotel. Finally, he jumped out and ran to the hotel. He saw the spotlight from a block away, up on the side of the building. And in the spotlight was a woman, clinging to the building. He screamed when he saw her. Of course, she couldn’t hear him, no one could over the din the crowd was making below her.
He rushed up in time to see her slip. He screamed again, only this time the whole crowd screamed with him. Finally, the firemen grabbed her. Zane almost wept with relief. He found the cops and explained who he was. A cop assured him it was a crazy fan, not his wife. Zane told him he wanted to see for himself. Luckily, the cop was a fan of his and finally escorted him upstairs.
When he saw his wife’s tear-streaked face, his heart nearly broke. She was shivering and miserable, crying. “Really, Zane Black is my husband,” she sobbed.
“Well, honey, you got your wish. You get to meet Zane Black,” the cop escorting him told her.
“She is my wife, officer,” Zane said.
The guy looked shocked. Every cop in the room turned and stared.
“She’s really your wife?” one stammered.
“Yeah.”
Lila saw him and shrieked and cried harder. He rushed to her side, she leapt up and nearly crushed him in a hug. “I’m sorry, I’m so sorry, honey.”
He wrapped his long arms around her. She was so cold, she felt like a Popsicle. “It’s okay, baby, it’s okay,” he said, kissing her on the cheek. She smelled like alcohol. He guessed four beers and two or three shots of tequila. Only tequila would make her climb a building in zero temperatures. Nevertheless, there was one part of her body that would get warmed up soon. Very warm. By the time he got through with her, her buns would be blazing hot.
“All I wanted to do was to surprise you,” she cried.
“Oh, you surprised me all right.”
Most of the cops laughed. “Yeah, gave him quite a surprise,” one said.
Lila said, “My jacket, a girl has it.”
He petted her head. “We’ll get that back, don’t worry.”
“I’m under arrest.”
“I’ll bet you are.”
A cop said, “We’ll try to make it fast down at the station, Mr. Black. But we have to take her in. She was on TV for God’s sake.”
Zane nodded. “I heard.”
“I was on what?” Lila demanded.
He sighed. “You’re a star, honey.”
Her eyes got big. “Oh, no. I’m sorry, Zane.”
“You will be when you get sobered up.”
She looked worried. “I’m in trouble, aren’t I?”
“Big, big trouble,” he said, kissing her fondly. He was so relieved, he wasn’t mad at her at all. But he would be later, and he knew it.
Lila woke up the next day and prayed it had all been a nightmare. But when she moved, her limbs were so sore, she knew it was the truth. Goddamn it! She couldn’t even imagine what kind of punishment she faced at the hands of her husband. It wouldn’t be pleasant, that was for sure.
Zane was already up. “Mornin’ daredevil girl.”
She winced. “I am in so much trouble.”
“You got that right.”
“When?”
He knew what she was talking about. “When am I going to spank you?”
“Yeah.”
“After you get up. After breakfast. That way you can think about it some.”
“There’s no way to beg my way out of this, is there?”
His jaw dropped slightly. “Are you kiddin’ me?”
“I guess.”
After breakfast, Lila got more and more nervous. When was he going to do it? Every time he got up and moved towards her, she thought it was the time.
“Can we just get this over with?” she finally demanded.
He laughed. “I knew it was buggin’ you. Good. No, I want you to wait. And think about it. I may even wait until tomorrow. Just to keep you tormented.”
“You’re mean.”
“I’m what?”
“Nothing.”
“I thought so.”
He stared at her for a moment. “Okay, let’s get it over with. I want to make love to you most of the day, anyway. Even though some positions won’t be so comfy after I get through with you. I just wish I had my paddle.”
“No!”
“I could use my flip flop.”
“No!”
He sent her a sadistic grin. “Okay, girl, get over to the bed.”
Her heart leapt into her throat, her pulse raced. Her hands shook, her knees felt weak. She hated this. While she’d walked into it, she hated it. Why hadn’t those stupid guards recognized her?
“I still think you ought to spank your roadies. The guys at the backstage entrance who didn’t believe me.”
“Did they make you drink tequila and climb a building and almost die?”
“No.”
“You could have waited patiently at the hotel, I would have come straight there after the show.”
“I know.”
“Get over there.”
He came over to the bed and sat down. He looked up at her thoughtfully. “I think I want it all off. Naked, now.”
“But…”
“Are you arguing with me?”
“No.”
She quickly stripped. His eyes lit up with lust, his got a half smile on his face. He reached out lightening quick, grabbed her by the wrist and pulled her across his massive thighs. She wished his hand wasn’t so large, it was easily the size of a textbook. One of his spanks covered her whole rear. Unpleasant. But at least he didn’t have his paddle. That was worse.
His hand came down so hard onto her poor ass, she was nearly thrown off his lap. He had to pull her back onto his thighs. It felt like her ass had been grilled. She shrieked in pain.
He thundered into her tender behind. “No (swat) climbing (terrible swat) buildings (horrific swat)!” She cried out, tears sprang into her eyes.
“No (swat, swat, swat) tequila!” he said with a high-impact swat that thrust her forward.
The pain was searing. All her muscles were taut, her toes were curled, she couldn’t help but kick her legs. Every nerve felt like it had been lit on fire. She broke out in a sweat and began panting.
Zane laid into her ass with everything he had. He launched an assault the likes of which, she’d never felt before. Unbelievable agony. The man put his whole shoulder and arm into his swings, he wielded his hand like a weapon. The impact to her bare butt was awe-inspiring. Her body was flung forward with each strike. The sound of the slap was so loud, she couldn’t believe he was hitting her this hard. She didn’t blame him, but this was awful. She bawled like a baby.
After rapid firing into her butt with machine-like precision and power for longer than she ever remembered him spanking her, Zane stopped, picked her up and threw her back onto the bed.
He stripped, revealing his incredibly hard tool. With a hungry, feral and angry look on his chiseled face, he leapt on top of her and was inside before she could even catch her breath.
He grabbed her wrists, held them above her head and powered into her. “You obey me,” he rasped in his deep baritone voice, punctuating his command with an awesome thrust. “You don’t climb buildings.” His voice tortured with lust and emotion, he plowed into her, harder and faster.
Lila’s brain shifted from pain management to climaxing. She came so explosively, she could only scream. It felt like her head got blown off.
Zane attacked her with his member, jack-hammering her into orgasm oblivion. When he came, he yelled loudly—it sounded like he put his whole being into his climax.
Afterwards, he grabbed her and crushed her to him. “You don’t ever do anything like that again. I love you. I love you so much. I can’t lose you, Lila, I can’t.” His voice cracked with emotion.
She burst into tears and clung to him. “I’m so sorry, Zane. I love you. I won’t lose my mind again. I don’t want to do this to you. I love you.”
“All I want to do is to protect you. You have to let me protect you.”
“I will, I swear I will.”
“That’s my girl. That’s my baby,” he said, kissing the side of her face and her neck. They held onto each other hard, both overcome with emotion.
Feeling ripped in half by his love for her, Lila hoped she could come through on her promise. She wanted to. She really wanted to.
But unfortunately, she knew herself too well. She would try, but that was probably the best she could do.
Poor Zane.
©2007, Michelle Carlyle
Whoo-hoo!!! Friday!!! Whoo-hoo!!! I got carded yesterday!!!! I was so stoked! The guy looked at my age and his eyebrows shot up. “Good for you, girl. Doin’ something right.” I looked down at the beer and chips I’d just bought and thought “Ahhh, my secret anti-aging weapons.” I still can’t believe it. I think I look fifty. Maybe it’s the pink hair. And the teenage boy clothes. And the Converse high tops. People always mistake me for a teenager. And then I take off my sunglasses. And they go “OMG! Imhotep in teenage clothing!” No. Thankfully, for some reason I’m not aging dramatically. Not like some of my friends who look like they drank a whole bottle of old.
Anyway, I was very happy. Dude made my whole day.
What are you guys doing for the 4th of July? For my readers in England, probably nothing! For my readers here in the US, I would assume barbecue, fireworks and beer is in your future. Hubby and I have made no plans because we just want to chill out. I think we’ll barbecue, but I mainly want to shovel some stuff out of my office because I’m all out of floor. I have a pathway to the door, but the rest of my office looks like a bomb went off. I’m looking at it now and am glad you can’t see it. Clearly cleaning is not a priority for me, but I’m in the Embarrassment Zone now. So I’ll probably do a bit of tidying.
Or I’ll sit in the sun in the backyard and read which sounds like much more fun.
But mostly I hope I get to fuck all weekend. Hubby better be prepared because I’m going to ATTACK him tomorrow. Wheeeeee!!!!
By the way, I dropped all the prices on my books. Seeing as we’re in a recession that seems unending, I thought I’d do my part and make my books more affordable for those who want them. Yay!!!! Cheaper books for my friends!!!!
Okay, so here’s the conclusion to Within His Law, soon to be found in Hanky Spanky.
Have a great weekend and see you all next week!!!
Michelle
The traffic was so bad because of Lila’s stunt, Zane couldn’t even get near the hotel. Finally, he jumped out and ran to the hotel. He saw the spotlight from a block away, up on the side of the building. And in the spotlight was a woman, clinging to the building. He screamed when he saw her. Of course, she couldn’t hear him, no one could over the din the crowd was making below her.
He rushed up in time to see her slip. He screamed again, only this time the whole crowd screamed with him. Finally, the firemen grabbed her. Zane almost wept with relief. He found the cops and explained who he was. A cop assured him it was a crazy fan, not his wife. Zane told him he wanted to see for himself. Luckily, the cop was a fan of his and finally escorted him upstairs.
When he saw his wife’s tear-streaked face, his heart nearly broke. She was shivering and miserable, crying. “Really, Zane Black is my husband,” she sobbed.
“Well, honey, you got your wish. You get to meet Zane Black,” the cop escorting him told her.
“She is my wife, officer,” Zane said.
The guy looked shocked. Every cop in the room turned and stared.
“She’s really your wife?” one stammered.
“Yeah.”
Lila saw him and shrieked and cried harder. He rushed to her side, she leapt up and nearly crushed him in a hug. “I’m sorry, I’m so sorry, honey.”
He wrapped his long arms around her. She was so cold, she felt like a Popsicle. “It’s okay, baby, it’s okay,” he said, kissing her on the cheek. She smelled like alcohol. He guessed four beers and two or three shots of tequila. Only tequila would make her climb a building in zero temperatures. Nevertheless, there was one part of her body that would get warmed up soon. Very warm. By the time he got through with her, her buns would be blazing hot.
“All I wanted to do was to surprise you,” she cried.
“Oh, you surprised me all right.”
Most of the cops laughed. “Yeah, gave him quite a surprise,” one said.
Lila said, “My jacket, a girl has it.”
He petted her head. “We’ll get that back, don’t worry.”
“I’m under arrest.”
“I’ll bet you are.”
A cop said, “We’ll try to make it fast down at the station, Mr. Black. But we have to take her in. She was on TV for God’s sake.”
Zane nodded. “I heard.”
“I was on what?” Lila demanded.
He sighed. “You’re a star, honey.”
Her eyes got big. “Oh, no. I’m sorry, Zane.”
“You will be when you get sobered up.”
She looked worried. “I’m in trouble, aren’t I?”
“Big, big trouble,” he said, kissing her fondly. He was so relieved, he wasn’t mad at her at all. But he would be later, and he knew it.
Lila woke up the next day and prayed it had all been a nightmare. But when she moved, her limbs were so sore, she knew it was the truth. Goddamn it! She couldn’t even imagine what kind of punishment she faced at the hands of her husband. It wouldn’t be pleasant, that was for sure.
Zane was already up. “Mornin’ daredevil girl.”
She winced. “I am in so much trouble.”
“You got that right.”
“When?”
He knew what she was talking about. “When am I going to spank you?”
“Yeah.”
“After you get up. After breakfast. That way you can think about it some.”
“There’s no way to beg my way out of this, is there?”
His jaw dropped slightly. “Are you kiddin’ me?”
“I guess.”
After breakfast, Lila got more and more nervous. When was he going to do it? Every time he got up and moved towards her, she thought it was the time.
“Can we just get this over with?” she finally demanded.
He laughed. “I knew it was buggin’ you. Good. No, I want you to wait. And think about it. I may even wait until tomorrow. Just to keep you tormented.”
“You’re mean.”
“I’m what?”
“Nothing.”
“I thought so.”
He stared at her for a moment. “Okay, let’s get it over with. I want to make love to you most of the day, anyway. Even though some positions won’t be so comfy after I get through with you. I just wish I had my paddle.”
“No!”
“I could use my flip flop.”
“No!”
He sent her a sadistic grin. “Okay, girl, get over to the bed.”
Her heart leapt into her throat, her pulse raced. Her hands shook, her knees felt weak. She hated this. While she’d walked into it, she hated it. Why hadn’t those stupid guards recognized her?
“I still think you ought to spank your roadies. The guys at the backstage entrance who didn’t believe me.”
“Did they make you drink tequila and climb a building and almost die?”
“No.”
“You could have waited patiently at the hotel, I would have come straight there after the show.”
“I know.”
“Get over there.”
He came over to the bed and sat down. He looked up at her thoughtfully. “I think I want it all off. Naked, now.”
“But…”
“Are you arguing with me?”
“No.”
She quickly stripped. His eyes lit up with lust, his got a half smile on his face. He reached out lightening quick, grabbed her by the wrist and pulled her across his massive thighs. She wished his hand wasn’t so large, it was easily the size of a textbook. One of his spanks covered her whole rear. Unpleasant. But at least he didn’t have his paddle. That was worse.
His hand came down so hard onto her poor ass, she was nearly thrown off his lap. He had to pull her back onto his thighs. It felt like her ass had been grilled. She shrieked in pain.
He thundered into her tender behind. “No (swat) climbing (terrible swat) buildings (horrific swat)!” She cried out, tears sprang into her eyes.
“No (swat, swat, swat) tequila!” he said with a high-impact swat that thrust her forward.
The pain was searing. All her muscles were taut, her toes were curled, she couldn’t help but kick her legs. Every nerve felt like it had been lit on fire. She broke out in a sweat and began panting.
Zane laid into her ass with everything he had. He launched an assault the likes of which, she’d never felt before. Unbelievable agony. The man put his whole shoulder and arm into his swings, he wielded his hand like a weapon. The impact to her bare butt was awe-inspiring. Her body was flung forward with each strike. The sound of the slap was so loud, she couldn’t believe he was hitting her this hard. She didn’t blame him, but this was awful. She bawled like a baby.
After rapid firing into her butt with machine-like precision and power for longer than she ever remembered him spanking her, Zane stopped, picked her up and threw her back onto the bed.
He stripped, revealing his incredibly hard tool. With a hungry, feral and angry look on his chiseled face, he leapt on top of her and was inside before she could even catch her breath.
He grabbed her wrists, held them above her head and powered into her. “You obey me,” he rasped in his deep baritone voice, punctuating his command with an awesome thrust. “You don’t climb buildings.” His voice tortured with lust and emotion, he plowed into her, harder and faster.
Lila’s brain shifted from pain management to climaxing. She came so explosively, she could only scream. It felt like her head got blown off.
Zane attacked her with his member, jack-hammering her into orgasm oblivion. When he came, he yelled loudly—it sounded like he put his whole being into his climax.
Afterwards, he grabbed her and crushed her to him. “You don’t ever do anything like that again. I love you. I love you so much. I can’t lose you, Lila, I can’t.” His voice cracked with emotion.
She burst into tears and clung to him. “I’m so sorry, Zane. I love you. I won’t lose my mind again. I don’t want to do this to you. I love you.”
“All I want to do is to protect you. You have to let me protect you.”
“I will, I swear I will.”
“That’s my girl. That’s my baby,” he said, kissing the side of her face and her neck. They held onto each other hard, both overcome with emotion.
Feeling ripped in half by his love for her, Lila hoped she could come through on her promise. She wanted to. She really wanted to.
But unfortunately, she knew herself too well. She would try, but that was probably the best she could do.
Poor Zane.
©2007, Michelle Carlyle
Friday, June 25, 2010
Within His Law, Part Two
Hey All You Great People!!!!
OMG!!! I had such an awesome time last weekend, performing with my old buddies!! I even managed to perform the dance finale and not fall on my ass!!! I can’t believe I did that. I am not a dancer and I was PARANOID when I got there and immediately started learning this dance. We only had about four run-throughs and then we went on. And I didn’t screw up! And it was so fun. Damn, it’s been thirty years since I performed on that stage with those same people. We were older, but we were better. Everyone has gotten so talented! Wow, was that fun. And everyone loved my performance of Calamity Jane. Thank the LORD! So good news, the show went well. Bad news, this is now an annual event. YIKES!!!
The huge revelation I had was that I have to get back to the stage. After a twenty-year absence, the stage is calling me. I had so much fun, I’ve decided to write a play and perform in it. Yay!
But damn, I had fun. I loooove those people!!! And then I got to come home and write spanky fiction! Life’s great! Ooooo, the stories I wrote this week—which you won’t see for awhile unless you subscribe to Discipline and Desire—are HOT, HOT, HOT! I can always tell how good they are by how many vibrator breaks I have to take while writing them. These last two stories were a two-break and a three-break. Whoo-hoo! And today, I just wanted Hubby to stay home and service me, but someone has to pay the mortgage. I suppose I can’t expect him to give up his career to fuck me, but it’s a nice thought. Maybe later, after my novels sell more.
And tonight we’re headed downtown for the Wine Walk. Some deal where they shut a few streets down and you walk around and drink wine. Going with a group of buddies, so that should be fun.
Still, I wish I was headed to Monterey with the hubby. HOOOOORRRRRNNNNNYY!
Maybe I can get him to come home early…
So here’s the next installment of Within His Law, concluding next week! And if I get my ass in gear, I will be getting a new book together and getting it out there. Hanky Spanky is next and this story will be in there!
Zane was so happy, he couldn’t see straight. Lila was angry, she was spitting fire, but she was in Boston at a nearby hotel. She’d flown in to surprise him. His cell phone battery had died, he’d just gotten done recharging it in his dressing room at the venue and got his messages. She’d left him ten messages, all progressively angrier. He’d done such a good job protecting her from publicity, almost no one knew what she looked like.
He couldn’t believe the trouble she’d had trying to get to him. It also touched him deeply, the lengths she went to for him. No girl had ever cared about him the way Lila did. He’d never been this loved in his life.
It also said his new security measures were working. However, now that the show was over, it was time to go find his wife. He called her cell. No answer. Maybe she had it buried somewhere and couldn’t get to it fast enough. He called again.
Finally, she answered. “Hello? Whoever you are? Your friend is climbing up the side of the hotel here.” The voice was not Lila’s and it was heavily accented. Texan if he wasn’t mistaken.
Zane had a bad feeling about this. “What? Who is this?”
“This is Bonnie.”
“Bonnie? Where is my wife?”
“Did you know you sound just like Zane Black?”
“I am Zane Black, who is this?”
“This is Zane Black?! Wait. Oh, you almost got me. Your wife is a real kidder, too. But honey, did you know that your wife is down here at Zane Black’s hotel and she’s climbin’ up the side of the building to get to him? The cops are here and they got spotlights on her and you’re gonna have to bail her outta jail, it looks like. Does she know how to climb a building?”
The pit of Zane’s stomach dropped to his knees. “Tell me you’re kidding. Tell me you’re someone she met in a bar and she’s passed out and you’re joking.”
“Uh… maybe you oughta come down here. I don’t wanna be in the middle of some domestic dispute thing.”
“Why do you have her cell phone?”
“She handed me her jacket. I was holdin’ it and it started buzzin’. I thought whoever knew the woman oughta know what she was up to. I’m kinda worried about her. She’s drunk and crazy and about a hundred feet up on the side of the building in nothing but a t-shirt.”
“What?! Stay right there! I’m coming over!”
Panicked, Zane called for his driver. On his way to the car, he called the hotel and got the manager on the phone. Luckily, he’d met the guy earlier and had a rapport with him. He explained the situation. The manager was rightly upset, but said it was out of his hands. The police had already arrived, the paramedics, the firemen, half the city was out in front of the hotel. And the worst news? The TV cameras had arrived.
Zane felt like he’d had a nuclear bomb dropped on his head. His wife was drunk, hundreds of feet off the ground, clinging to some building in zero degree temperatures with TV, the police, and firemen all watching her. Goddamn her! He knew she was insane, but not this insane.
No, actually this totally fit. She’d tried every way she knew how to get to him. When her attempts failed, she got drunk, got frustrated and decided to climb her way to him. While admirable in some psychotic way, her ass was dead meat. He’d have to spank her every night for a week for this one. Buy her a cage. If she survived.
Now frantic, he urged his driver to go faster. He had to get to her. He had to save her.
Lila was nearly frozen stiff. Climbing was getting harder and harder. At least the spotlight was helping her find good handholds.
She heard a voice near her. “It’s okay, just climb to us.” About ten feet above her, a bunch of freakin’ firemen and cops appeared on a balcony.
She stopped. “I want my husband! If you guys don’t get the hell away from there, I’ll freakin’ climb around you.”
“Don’t do that! Please! Just climb up here! It’s not worth your life!”
“Who’s talkin’ about dying?! I’m not gonna die! Christ, dude, I hope you don’t normally do suicide prevention! Somebody fire that guy! Now get away from that balcony, go inside, I don’t want your freakin’ help, I’m fine. I do this all the time.”
“Okay, whatever you want. We’ll go back inside.”
“Good. Do it.”
She knew they’d just grab her once she got on the balcony, so she needed to outsmart them. Unfortunately, all the balconies above her were filling up with people. Watching, shouting, encouraging her. How did they all know she was out there?
There was an empty balcony right above the one where the cops were just a second ago. She climbed as fast as she could for it. She went right by the now empty one and saw about five fireguys through the window. When they figured out she planned to keep going, they rushed out.
She narrowly missed their grasp. She got up on the balcony above them, grabbed the metal railing and hoisted herself over.
Suddenly, mid-hoist, her hands slipped on the icy railing and she lost her grip. She fell backwards, the crowd below her screamed.
At the last second, she thrust her leg through the uprights on the balcony railing and hooked her leg around them.
Her momentum caused her to slam against the building with her upper torso and head, stunning her a bit. At least she’d caught herself. Thank the Lord. But now she was hanging upside down, about eight feet above the outstretched arms of five firemen. With her head hurting.
They all looked fairly alarmed. “Just hang on, we’ll get you down.”
“Sorry for bothering you guys,” she said. “I’m fine, except for my head. You guys can go home.”
Two couldn’t help but laugh. One said, “If that’s all right with you, we’ll just hang out and make sure you get down.”
“S-s-suit yourself.” Her teeth started chattering. And wow, was she far up. The people down below her were tiny. She wasn’t sure she’d ever climbed this far before.
She felt someone grab her leg. She looked up, two firemen were there. “Give me your hand, ma’am, please. And let us help you, okay?”
“Probably not a bad idea at this point.” Her head started to hurt even worse. “Ow, my head hurts.”
“We’ll take care of that shortly.”
They helped her up and onto the balcony and whisked her inside. Four hundred people it seemed swarmed her. Paramedics, cops, firemen.
They asked her name, she told them. Of course, they didn’t believe her and her ID was in her jacket. The paramedics wrapped her in a warm blanket and gave her some hot coffee. Her head was just bruised, hardly any damage. The cops read her rights to her and explained she was under arrest. At this point, it all hit her. She wasn’t going to see Zane after all this, she was going to jail. She burst into tears.
©2007, Michelle Carlyle
OMG!!! I had such an awesome time last weekend, performing with my old buddies!! I even managed to perform the dance finale and not fall on my ass!!! I can’t believe I did that. I am not a dancer and I was PARANOID when I got there and immediately started learning this dance. We only had about four run-throughs and then we went on. And I didn’t screw up! And it was so fun. Damn, it’s been thirty years since I performed on that stage with those same people. We were older, but we were better. Everyone has gotten so talented! Wow, was that fun. And everyone loved my performance of Calamity Jane. Thank the LORD! So good news, the show went well. Bad news, this is now an annual event. YIKES!!!
The huge revelation I had was that I have to get back to the stage. After a twenty-year absence, the stage is calling me. I had so much fun, I’ve decided to write a play and perform in it. Yay!
But damn, I had fun. I loooove those people!!! And then I got to come home and write spanky fiction! Life’s great! Ooooo, the stories I wrote this week—which you won’t see for awhile unless you subscribe to Discipline and Desire—are HOT, HOT, HOT! I can always tell how good they are by how many vibrator breaks I have to take while writing them. These last two stories were a two-break and a three-break. Whoo-hoo! And today, I just wanted Hubby to stay home and service me, but someone has to pay the mortgage. I suppose I can’t expect him to give up his career to fuck me, but it’s a nice thought. Maybe later, after my novels sell more.
And tonight we’re headed downtown for the Wine Walk. Some deal where they shut a few streets down and you walk around and drink wine. Going with a group of buddies, so that should be fun.
Still, I wish I was headed to Monterey with the hubby. HOOOOORRRRRNNNNNYY!
Maybe I can get him to come home early…
So here’s the next installment of Within His Law, concluding next week! And if I get my ass in gear, I will be getting a new book together and getting it out there. Hanky Spanky is next and this story will be in there!
Zane was so happy, he couldn’t see straight. Lila was angry, she was spitting fire, but she was in Boston at a nearby hotel. She’d flown in to surprise him. His cell phone battery had died, he’d just gotten done recharging it in his dressing room at the venue and got his messages. She’d left him ten messages, all progressively angrier. He’d done such a good job protecting her from publicity, almost no one knew what she looked like.
He couldn’t believe the trouble she’d had trying to get to him. It also touched him deeply, the lengths she went to for him. No girl had ever cared about him the way Lila did. He’d never been this loved in his life.
It also said his new security measures were working. However, now that the show was over, it was time to go find his wife. He called her cell. No answer. Maybe she had it buried somewhere and couldn’t get to it fast enough. He called again.
Finally, she answered. “Hello? Whoever you are? Your friend is climbing up the side of the hotel here.” The voice was not Lila’s and it was heavily accented. Texan if he wasn’t mistaken.
Zane had a bad feeling about this. “What? Who is this?”
“This is Bonnie.”
“Bonnie? Where is my wife?”
“Did you know you sound just like Zane Black?”
“I am Zane Black, who is this?”
“This is Zane Black?! Wait. Oh, you almost got me. Your wife is a real kidder, too. But honey, did you know that your wife is down here at Zane Black’s hotel and she’s climbin’ up the side of the building to get to him? The cops are here and they got spotlights on her and you’re gonna have to bail her outta jail, it looks like. Does she know how to climb a building?”
The pit of Zane’s stomach dropped to his knees. “Tell me you’re kidding. Tell me you’re someone she met in a bar and she’s passed out and you’re joking.”
“Uh… maybe you oughta come down here. I don’t wanna be in the middle of some domestic dispute thing.”
“Why do you have her cell phone?”
“She handed me her jacket. I was holdin’ it and it started buzzin’. I thought whoever knew the woman oughta know what she was up to. I’m kinda worried about her. She’s drunk and crazy and about a hundred feet up on the side of the building in nothing but a t-shirt.”
“What?! Stay right there! I’m coming over!”
Panicked, Zane called for his driver. On his way to the car, he called the hotel and got the manager on the phone. Luckily, he’d met the guy earlier and had a rapport with him. He explained the situation. The manager was rightly upset, but said it was out of his hands. The police had already arrived, the paramedics, the firemen, half the city was out in front of the hotel. And the worst news? The TV cameras had arrived.
Zane felt like he’d had a nuclear bomb dropped on his head. His wife was drunk, hundreds of feet off the ground, clinging to some building in zero degree temperatures with TV, the police, and firemen all watching her. Goddamn her! He knew she was insane, but not this insane.
No, actually this totally fit. She’d tried every way she knew how to get to him. When her attempts failed, she got drunk, got frustrated and decided to climb her way to him. While admirable in some psychotic way, her ass was dead meat. He’d have to spank her every night for a week for this one. Buy her a cage. If she survived.
Now frantic, he urged his driver to go faster. He had to get to her. He had to save her.
Lila was nearly frozen stiff. Climbing was getting harder and harder. At least the spotlight was helping her find good handholds.
She heard a voice near her. “It’s okay, just climb to us.” About ten feet above her, a bunch of freakin’ firemen and cops appeared on a balcony.
She stopped. “I want my husband! If you guys don’t get the hell away from there, I’ll freakin’ climb around you.”
“Don’t do that! Please! Just climb up here! It’s not worth your life!”
“Who’s talkin’ about dying?! I’m not gonna die! Christ, dude, I hope you don’t normally do suicide prevention! Somebody fire that guy! Now get away from that balcony, go inside, I don’t want your freakin’ help, I’m fine. I do this all the time.”
“Okay, whatever you want. We’ll go back inside.”
“Good. Do it.”
She knew they’d just grab her once she got on the balcony, so she needed to outsmart them. Unfortunately, all the balconies above her were filling up with people. Watching, shouting, encouraging her. How did they all know she was out there?
There was an empty balcony right above the one where the cops were just a second ago. She climbed as fast as she could for it. She went right by the now empty one and saw about five fireguys through the window. When they figured out she planned to keep going, they rushed out.
She narrowly missed their grasp. She got up on the balcony above them, grabbed the metal railing and hoisted herself over.
Suddenly, mid-hoist, her hands slipped on the icy railing and she lost her grip. She fell backwards, the crowd below her screamed.
At the last second, she thrust her leg through the uprights on the balcony railing and hooked her leg around them.
Her momentum caused her to slam against the building with her upper torso and head, stunning her a bit. At least she’d caught herself. Thank the Lord. But now she was hanging upside down, about eight feet above the outstretched arms of five firemen. With her head hurting.
They all looked fairly alarmed. “Just hang on, we’ll get you down.”
“Sorry for bothering you guys,” she said. “I’m fine, except for my head. You guys can go home.”
Two couldn’t help but laugh. One said, “If that’s all right with you, we’ll just hang out and make sure you get down.”
“S-s-suit yourself.” Her teeth started chattering. And wow, was she far up. The people down below her were tiny. She wasn’t sure she’d ever climbed this far before.
She felt someone grab her leg. She looked up, two firemen were there. “Give me your hand, ma’am, please. And let us help you, okay?”
“Probably not a bad idea at this point.” Her head started to hurt even worse. “Ow, my head hurts.”
“We’ll take care of that shortly.”
They helped her up and onto the balcony and whisked her inside. Four hundred people it seemed swarmed her. Paramedics, cops, firemen.
They asked her name, she told them. Of course, they didn’t believe her and her ID was in her jacket. The paramedics wrapped her in a warm blanket and gave her some hot coffee. Her head was just bruised, hardly any damage. The cops read her rights to her and explained she was under arrest. At this point, it all hit her. She wasn’t going to see Zane after all this, she was going to jail. She burst into tears.
©2007, Michelle Carlyle
Thursday, June 17, 2010
Within His Law, Part One
Hey Spankophiles!
Michelle here, laid up with an icepack on my knee. Yesterday, in preparation for playing the role of Calamity Jane, I decided to do a faceplant into the cement in one of the busiest intersections in my fair town. Six lanes of traffic watched me pile it, even before I reached the crosswalk. Right on the freakin’ corner in full view of EVERYONE. Humiliating and painful. Christ. So I sit there, in agony, then finally get up and limp off to a shaded corner. Then I continued on my way to the grocery store. I’m limping across the road and touch my nose and see blood on my fingers. No way! Not my face! I go into Safeway and into the bathroom immediately and am shocked to see that my nose is totally scraped up. And I have to be on stage on Saturday! And I was six blocks from home. I get my stupid half and half and then trudge on home to tend to my wounds and ice my knee. I look even worse today. Cripes!
Oh, well, the show must go on. That dance finale is going to be a blast with my knee the size of a softball.
I can’t wait for this stupid reunion show to be over. It’ll be nice to perform with my old buddies, but…I hope we don’t suck. No. Wait. I hope I don’t suck. Forget everyone else. If they suck, I’ll look better. Hey, a glimmer of hope on my horizon…
Anyway, here’s another story featuring the rock star Zane and his crazy wife Lila.
Big hugs to you all and see you next week!
Michelle
Lila sat looking at the most beautiful view in the world: the Golden Gate Bridge and the fog rolling into the Bay from her luxurious apartment. She was married to a rock star. And she was depressed and bored out of her skull.
It had been a month since Zane grounded her for lying to him and she was losing her mind. He was off on tour, she was stuck at home with no excitement, no sex, no company, only a TV set and a home gym. She should have gone on tour with him. She had a bunch of jobs—which was why she didn’t go—but now she was regretting her decision.
She’d just talked to him, Zane wasn’t performing that night, he’d be in Boston the next two nights. They had phone sex and then he went out for dinner.
She had a sudden idea. Why not join him? It would be great to surprise him. They both missed each other so much. Her mood perked up.
Within an hour, she had a morning flight to Boston, and was packed. She was so excited.
All the way to the airport, she giggled with anticipation. She’d surprise him, be naked in bed, waiting for him in his hotel room. He’d be so excited to see her! So cool!
She boarded the plane and that’s when the troubles began. Something was wrong with the heating system. They fixed that problem and another one arose with the hydraulics. Four bloody hours later, they finally took off. Lila was not in the best of moods. Maybe this whole idea would be a bad one.
Finally, at seven that evening, they landed in Boston. Lila took a cab to the hotel. She told the desk clerk who she was and the woman didn’t believe her. Apparently, they’d had ten other Lila Blacks try to get into Zane’s room that day alone. Lila showed them her ID, but they still didn’t believe her. Botheration! Finally, she was so tired and bummed, she decided to skip the surprise and just tell Zane she was there. She called him on his cell, no answer.
Now fully irritated, she decided to wait for him in the lobby. But the security guards wouldn’t let her. They escorted her to the door. Furious and screaming, she told them who she was and they threatened her with the police. She demanded to be allowed to check in, but since she’d caused so much trouble, the hotel staff refused.
Steaming, she stalked out of the hotel with her luggage in tow. She went across the street to another hotel and checked in. She tried to call Zane again. No answer.
Frustrated, she decided to go down to the concert and see him backstage. The taxi could only get her within six blocks of the place. So she got out and walked. Boston was cold this night; she was halfway frozen by the time she got there. She finally found the backstage entrance and told the guards who she was. They didn’t believe her. No one in the crowd believed her. All the girls said they were Zane Black’s wives, too. Lila lost her mind and screamed at the idiots until the guards threatened to call the police.
Out of her mind with fury, Lila stormed off. She went back to her hotel room, broke down and cried.
After sobbing for a while, she finally came to her senses. What was wrong with her? Why was she ruining her trip to Boston? She cleaned herself up, went down to the lobby and hit the bar.
Four beers and two tequila shots later, Lila had made friends with everyone at the bar. She told her story, but no one believed her. Which at this point, didn’t matter.
Now three sheets to the wind, Lila got another idea. A really dumb one. If she couldn’t get into Zane’s room through the front door, maybe she could get in through his balcony. She was an expert climber. Climbing the building would be a piece of cake. Nothing was going to stand in the way of seeing her husband. Goddamn it. Before she attempted her stupid feat, she tried his cell phone once more. Still no answer.
She made her way across the street and up to a crowd of girls hanging out in front of the hotel. Most carried signs that proclaimed their love for her husband. One girl had his name written on her forehead.
She stood and stared up at the building. It actually didn’t look that hard. The building’s architecture used enough ornate brickwork that there were plenty of handholds and footholds. Once you got past a certain level, there were balconies, too. Shouldn’t be too hard. Except for the freezing temps. It had to be below thirty.
But Lila didn’t care, she was hammered. “So what floor is the band on, does anyone know?”
“Seventeenth floor, Suite 1756,” a girl standing next to her reported. She had an accent. She sounded Southern. “Well, that’s Zane’s room. He’s the only one I care about.”
“Me, too,” Lila said. She turned to the girl. “If you hold my coat, I’ll get you a personal autograph.”
The girl was a cute twenty-something with long blonde hair and a turned up nose. She laughed. “How about a personal introduction?”
“Done.”
The girl laughed. “Girl, you are high.”
“I will be shortly,” Lila said. “Okay, so after I get up there, I’ll send a guy down to get this and I’ll have him bring you up.”
“Okay,” the girl said, joking. “I’ll wait right here.”
Lila asked, “What’s your name? Not that I’ll remember it. But you’ll have my jacket, it will be your ticket.”
The girl began staring at her. “You know, it’s funny, you do kinda look like his new wife.”
“That is funny. What’s your name?”
“Bonnie. Bonnie Richards,” the girl said.
Lila held out her hand, the girl took it. “Pleased to meet you, Bonnie, I’m Lila Black.”
Bonnie giggled. “Aren’t we all?”
“Seriously. I came to surprise my husband and no one believes that I’m Lila Black.”
The girl eyed her suspiciously. “If you really are Lila Black, why don’t you call him on his cell?”
“He won’t answer.”
“Why don’t you call one of the other band members?”
“I don’t have their numbers with me.”
The girl blinked.
Lila had no idea why she was trying. “I know. I’m screwed. I didn’t even consider that I couldn’t get in. I got up real early and flew all the way out here and I got turned away here at the hotel, at the concert, he won’t answer his cell, I had to check in across the street. It so sucks. I can’t get into see my freakin’ husband because he’s too freakin’ famous.”
The girl’s expression turned more compassionate. “You know, you seem like a nice woman, but honey, that story is really lame.”
“I know. So I’m gonna climb this building.” She took off her black leather jacket, the biting cold assaulted her. But she was so drunk, she just didn’t care. She handed it to Bonnie. “I’ll send someone down to get you and bring you up. But this will probably take me some time. Freakin’ he had to be on the seventeenth floor.”
“You’re gonna climb the building?” Bonne asked as if she hadn’t heard her right.
“Uh, yep.”
“Okay,” Bonnie said, clearly not believing her.
Lila moved through the mass of girls and up to the building. She stretched, inspected the climb and got a good route in her head. With one last stretch, she leapt up and climbed. It was totally easy. All except for the cold. That was horrible. Luckily, she was drunk and didn’t feel it much. But climbing while plastered wasn’t very easy either.
When she was only about ten feet up, she heard someone shout below her. “Hey you, get down from there!”
Lila looked down. It was a tall Asian security guy.
“Tell my husband I’m coming up to see him. Zane Black.”
“He is not your husband! Get down from there, you might hurt yourself!” the guard shouted.
Lila kept climbing. “You’re probably right.”
“You go girl,” she heard Bonnie shout.
Soon, everyone was cheering her on. It actually helped. Lila had never been this cold in her life. Luckily, it was sobering her up some. And thankfully, it was a relatively easy climb. Tons of handholds and footholds. And in about a hundred feet, she’d start hitting the balconies and could take a rest. Maybe even break into the hotel and go up the stairs.
She was about forty feet up when she nearly blinded by a spotlight from below.
“You, on the building! This is the police. Climb to the nearest balcony and wait. You are violating the law!” came a voice over a loudspeaker.
Goddamn it. This had never happened before. What a pain in the ass. Oh, well, it was too late now. She kept climbing.
©2007, Michelle Carlyle
Michelle here, laid up with an icepack on my knee. Yesterday, in preparation for playing the role of Calamity Jane, I decided to do a faceplant into the cement in one of the busiest intersections in my fair town. Six lanes of traffic watched me pile it, even before I reached the crosswalk. Right on the freakin’ corner in full view of EVERYONE. Humiliating and painful. Christ. So I sit there, in agony, then finally get up and limp off to a shaded corner. Then I continued on my way to the grocery store. I’m limping across the road and touch my nose and see blood on my fingers. No way! Not my face! I go into Safeway and into the bathroom immediately and am shocked to see that my nose is totally scraped up. And I have to be on stage on Saturday! And I was six blocks from home. I get my stupid half and half and then trudge on home to tend to my wounds and ice my knee. I look even worse today. Cripes!
Oh, well, the show must go on. That dance finale is going to be a blast with my knee the size of a softball.
I can’t wait for this stupid reunion show to be over. It’ll be nice to perform with my old buddies, but…I hope we don’t suck. No. Wait. I hope I don’t suck. Forget everyone else. If they suck, I’ll look better. Hey, a glimmer of hope on my horizon…
Anyway, here’s another story featuring the rock star Zane and his crazy wife Lila.
Big hugs to you all and see you next week!
Michelle
Lila sat looking at the most beautiful view in the world: the Golden Gate Bridge and the fog rolling into the Bay from her luxurious apartment. She was married to a rock star. And she was depressed and bored out of her skull.
It had been a month since Zane grounded her for lying to him and she was losing her mind. He was off on tour, she was stuck at home with no excitement, no sex, no company, only a TV set and a home gym. She should have gone on tour with him. She had a bunch of jobs—which was why she didn’t go—but now she was regretting her decision.
She’d just talked to him, Zane wasn’t performing that night, he’d be in Boston the next two nights. They had phone sex and then he went out for dinner.
She had a sudden idea. Why not join him? It would be great to surprise him. They both missed each other so much. Her mood perked up.
Within an hour, she had a morning flight to Boston, and was packed. She was so excited.
All the way to the airport, she giggled with anticipation. She’d surprise him, be naked in bed, waiting for him in his hotel room. He’d be so excited to see her! So cool!
She boarded the plane and that’s when the troubles began. Something was wrong with the heating system. They fixed that problem and another one arose with the hydraulics. Four bloody hours later, they finally took off. Lila was not in the best of moods. Maybe this whole idea would be a bad one.
Finally, at seven that evening, they landed in Boston. Lila took a cab to the hotel. She told the desk clerk who she was and the woman didn’t believe her. Apparently, they’d had ten other Lila Blacks try to get into Zane’s room that day alone. Lila showed them her ID, but they still didn’t believe her. Botheration! Finally, she was so tired and bummed, she decided to skip the surprise and just tell Zane she was there. She called him on his cell, no answer.
Now fully irritated, she decided to wait for him in the lobby. But the security guards wouldn’t let her. They escorted her to the door. Furious and screaming, she told them who she was and they threatened her with the police. She demanded to be allowed to check in, but since she’d caused so much trouble, the hotel staff refused.
Steaming, she stalked out of the hotel with her luggage in tow. She went across the street to another hotel and checked in. She tried to call Zane again. No answer.
Frustrated, she decided to go down to the concert and see him backstage. The taxi could only get her within six blocks of the place. So she got out and walked. Boston was cold this night; she was halfway frozen by the time she got there. She finally found the backstage entrance and told the guards who she was. They didn’t believe her. No one in the crowd believed her. All the girls said they were Zane Black’s wives, too. Lila lost her mind and screamed at the idiots until the guards threatened to call the police.
Out of her mind with fury, Lila stormed off. She went back to her hotel room, broke down and cried.
After sobbing for a while, she finally came to her senses. What was wrong with her? Why was she ruining her trip to Boston? She cleaned herself up, went down to the lobby and hit the bar.
Four beers and two tequila shots later, Lila had made friends with everyone at the bar. She told her story, but no one believed her. Which at this point, didn’t matter.
Now three sheets to the wind, Lila got another idea. A really dumb one. If she couldn’t get into Zane’s room through the front door, maybe she could get in through his balcony. She was an expert climber. Climbing the building would be a piece of cake. Nothing was going to stand in the way of seeing her husband. Goddamn it. Before she attempted her stupid feat, she tried his cell phone once more. Still no answer.
She made her way across the street and up to a crowd of girls hanging out in front of the hotel. Most carried signs that proclaimed their love for her husband. One girl had his name written on her forehead.
She stood and stared up at the building. It actually didn’t look that hard. The building’s architecture used enough ornate brickwork that there were plenty of handholds and footholds. Once you got past a certain level, there were balconies, too. Shouldn’t be too hard. Except for the freezing temps. It had to be below thirty.
But Lila didn’t care, she was hammered. “So what floor is the band on, does anyone know?”
“Seventeenth floor, Suite 1756,” a girl standing next to her reported. She had an accent. She sounded Southern. “Well, that’s Zane’s room. He’s the only one I care about.”
“Me, too,” Lila said. She turned to the girl. “If you hold my coat, I’ll get you a personal autograph.”
The girl was a cute twenty-something with long blonde hair and a turned up nose. She laughed. “How about a personal introduction?”
“Done.”
The girl laughed. “Girl, you are high.”
“I will be shortly,” Lila said. “Okay, so after I get up there, I’ll send a guy down to get this and I’ll have him bring you up.”
“Okay,” the girl said, joking. “I’ll wait right here.”
Lila asked, “What’s your name? Not that I’ll remember it. But you’ll have my jacket, it will be your ticket.”
The girl began staring at her. “You know, it’s funny, you do kinda look like his new wife.”
“That is funny. What’s your name?”
“Bonnie. Bonnie Richards,” the girl said.
Lila held out her hand, the girl took it. “Pleased to meet you, Bonnie, I’m Lila Black.”
Bonnie giggled. “Aren’t we all?”
“Seriously. I came to surprise my husband and no one believes that I’m Lila Black.”
The girl eyed her suspiciously. “If you really are Lila Black, why don’t you call him on his cell?”
“He won’t answer.”
“Why don’t you call one of the other band members?”
“I don’t have their numbers with me.”
The girl blinked.
Lila had no idea why she was trying. “I know. I’m screwed. I didn’t even consider that I couldn’t get in. I got up real early and flew all the way out here and I got turned away here at the hotel, at the concert, he won’t answer his cell, I had to check in across the street. It so sucks. I can’t get into see my freakin’ husband because he’s too freakin’ famous.”
The girl’s expression turned more compassionate. “You know, you seem like a nice woman, but honey, that story is really lame.”
“I know. So I’m gonna climb this building.” She took off her black leather jacket, the biting cold assaulted her. But she was so drunk, she just didn’t care. She handed it to Bonnie. “I’ll send someone down to get you and bring you up. But this will probably take me some time. Freakin’ he had to be on the seventeenth floor.”
“You’re gonna climb the building?” Bonne asked as if she hadn’t heard her right.
“Uh, yep.”
“Okay,” Bonnie said, clearly not believing her.
Lila moved through the mass of girls and up to the building. She stretched, inspected the climb and got a good route in her head. With one last stretch, she leapt up and climbed. It was totally easy. All except for the cold. That was horrible. Luckily, she was drunk and didn’t feel it much. But climbing while plastered wasn’t very easy either.
When she was only about ten feet up, she heard someone shout below her. “Hey you, get down from there!”
Lila looked down. It was a tall Asian security guy.
“Tell my husband I’m coming up to see him. Zane Black.”
“He is not your husband! Get down from there, you might hurt yourself!” the guard shouted.
Lila kept climbing. “You’re probably right.”
“You go girl,” she heard Bonnie shout.
Soon, everyone was cheering her on. It actually helped. Lila had never been this cold in her life. Luckily, it was sobering her up some. And thankfully, it was a relatively easy climb. Tons of handholds and footholds. And in about a hundred feet, she’d start hitting the balconies and could take a rest. Maybe even break into the hotel and go up the stairs.
She was about forty feet up when she nearly blinded by a spotlight from below.
“You, on the building! This is the police. Climb to the nearest balcony and wait. You are violating the law!” came a voice over a loudspeaker.
Goddamn it. This had never happened before. What a pain in the ass. Oh, well, it was too late now. She kept climbing.
©2007, Michelle Carlyle
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