Friends!
Am crazy. Been working 16 hour days for two weeks. Not sleeping well. Have turned feral. Finding reality very amorphous.
But the new book is going to KICK ASS.
Love to you all, thanks so much for stopping in and reading my work. You all rock!
And my apologies to the wonderful people who commented last week and I totally forgot to respond. I am not myself. Totally caught up in another reality.
Hopefully, I’ll get this draft done shortly and will return to the land of the living.
Take care, kiddies! I hope you’re all getting spanked soundly and that you’re all having wonderful sex!!!
Michelle
Grabbing Fay by the wrist, Peter pulled her to him and kissed her before she could react. He momentarily lost his thread. Forgot about the game. She tasted so sweet, smelled so heavenly and felt so soft in his arms, he was instantly addicted. He had to mentally slap himself to stop from carrying her into the bedroom.
She pushed on his chest, then yielded, melting in his arms. Gripping his ass, she thrust her hips against him; his cock grew hard. She felt so good, it felt so right to kiss her. She worked out; her sinewy arms, taut buns and soft skin played havoc with his libido.
She made little animal noises in the back of her throat; his tool grew even harder. He groaned, commandeering her mouth. Twisting her tongue in his, he gripped the back of her neck to hold her close.
Hello? Earth to Peter? This little girl ruined the last week of your life!
He pulled away with a smile. Going for a smug grin, he hoped he covered for his loss of control. “Lesson number two, don’t take on someone stronger and smarter than you.”
Her gaze sharpened, her jaw set, she raised her arm to hit him.
He grabbed her wrist easily. “Now, now. You don’t want to start that again, do you? Let this be a warning to you, Miss Wright, stop your games or you will get hurt. I’m a nice man compared to many of my colleagues—they’d settle their dispute in a courtroom. But I’ll let you go for now. But if I hear anything about your shenanigans, I will hunt you down and make you very sorry for your transgressions. Do we understand each other?”
She pushed away, wiped her mouth and spat dramatically on the floor. “Yeah, I get you. Just stay out of my way, Jerkface.”
“You will call my ex-wife and tell her that you quit.”
“Don’t have to. Job is all complete. All she wanted was to ruin your little affair with the marketing bimbo.”
“Tami is not a bimbo.”
“Yes, she is. No, you’re right, technically, she is smart. Not that I care about protecting you, but you’re damned lucky I got her away from you. All she wanted was a promotion. While she was really into you, she didn’t trust you for crap. She believed you cheated on Lily. She decided to date you long enough to get a good promotion or bonus. She figured you’d dump her and then as compensation, you’d reward her.”
“You’re lying.”
“Ask her. If she’ll speak to you.”
“Why would I believe anything you said?”
“I wouldn’t. But I have the tape if you want to listen to it. Taped a conversation she had with a buddy. She was into you, but knew you weren’t into her that much. She knew you only wanted a piece of tail.”
“I did not.”
“So what if you did? She was cute, I get it. But you should have looked past her exterior. I mean, at the first sign of danger, she splits on you? If she really liked you, she would have listened to you in that restaurant. She would have stuck by you. My performance wasn’t that good. She should have seen through it. You did, didn’t you?”
Each point hit home. He hated the fact that she was right, but he wasn’t the kind of man to deny an opponent their point. “Yes.”
She sighed and looked at the check in her hand. She worked her mouth. After a long pause, she handed it to him. “I already got paid for the job. Here.”
“I want you to give up that heinous occupation.”
“No. Look, you won a point; I won a point. We’re even. Now let’s go our separate ways, shall we?”
“I won’t let you hurt my friends. I’ll have you watched.”
“Why do you insist on continuing this? I gave you a way out. And I am being generous here, letting this all go. You annihilated my ass. But I did ruin the last week of your life, so I get that. So we’re even as far as I’m concerned. But don’t push it, buddy.”
He laughed. “Are you warning me?”
“Yes. And you’re damn lucky I am. And it’s only because of my own bloody ethics— which I will admit are far and few between. But one of my tenets is that I only attack guys who are total creeps. At first, I thought you were a kinda user, but the more I studied you, I realized that you adhere to a set of morals. Some I disagree with, but still, you have ethics. I admire that. And I think you might actually be telling me the truth about cheating on your wife.”
“I am.”
“Still, that does not change our relationship. You and I are done. Just walk away, man. Really. Don’t keep tabs on me, don’t spy on me. Don’t take me on. Please. I don’t want to hurt you. I think there might be a nice guy somewhere inside you. And I don’t like hurting nice guys.”
“But you will.”
“Oh, yes. Make no mistake. You take me on and it will be one of the worst decisions of your life.”
He tried to stifle a smile. “That I believe.”
She pursed her lips and put her hands on her hips. “You’re still comin’ after me, aren’t you?”
“I haven’t decided yet. Let’s say you made your case well.”
“Good. You know, you aren’t a bad guy. And if you hadn’t just spanked the crap out of me, I’d feel bad about what I did to you. But I don’t. Not now. Now we’re even. Even if you told the truth about Lily and you.”
“I did. But I don’t feel even.”
“You can’t feel my ass.”
“I did and it felt great.”
“Don’t. Don’t flirt with me. We’re done. All that kissing and spanking and me getting involved with your life. We’re done. You got that?”
“You enjoyed that kiss as much as I did.”
“So? I’m not a guy, I’m not a slave to my hormones. Yeah, we have chemistry. If we made the stupid mistake of taking this further, it would be a disaster. Great sex interspersed with knock-down, drag-out fights. I’m not into drama. Well...” She laughed and rolled her eyes. “Yes, I got my degree in it, my job is plenty dramatic, but I don’t like drama in my relationships. Work, fine, real life, no. And honey, you are one huge action-adventure flick. No, thanks.”
“I haven’t even asked you out and you’re turning me down.”
“The look in your eye says it all. And so did that kiss. You were the one who kissed me, you initiated it, bud. The hormones hit you first.”
“You followed rather exuberantly and enthusiastically.”
“Yes, I did.”
“All right. You can go, but first, let me clarify something. Don’t let our paths cross again with this job of yours. If it’s in my face, I’m going to do something about it.”
©2011, Michelle Carlyle
Friday, February 25, 2011
Friday, February 18, 2011
Revenge, Inc. Part Five
Hello Out There In Cyberspace!
How are my spanky friends doing today? Well, California finally caught up with the rest of the country, our summer in winter is over and it’s cold and rainy and NASTY outside. So all my friends back east should be pleased. We aren’t suffering like you guys did, but it’s freakin’ cold out. 46 Farenheit might not be cold for you, but it’s cold for the San Francisco Bay Area. And cold for me.
Hubby and I celebrated our 19th wedding anniversary on Tuesday. Instead of the fancy restaurant we planned to go to, I got sick and made soup. So we had soup and watched TV for our anniversary and Hubby was so tired, he barely said two words to me. Wedded Bliss! It’s okay. We had a great weekend last weekend. The weather was spectacular (high sixties and clear) and we took a long walk along the Baylands and ate amazing cheap food downtown. Love living in the Bay Area!
So here is the next installment of Revenge Inc, soon to be found in A Straightjacket of Lies. I hope you enjoy!
Have a great weekend and stay warm!
Michelle
Fay’s rear end burned like someone had ignited it with a torch. But that wasn’t where her focus was, all her attention was on the super tall hunk who was currently kissing her.
Freakin’ idiot! What are you doing? This man is the enemy!
A split second later, all thoughts evaporated. Peter tasted divine, he was so tall. His strong arms around her, his commanding kiss, dominating her mouth, her body. Lust zapped her; huge lightning bolts of joy electrified her sex. Wow! This guy was a powerhouse!
Fay, wake up! The man is manipulating you! How blind and stupid are you? He spanked you, humiliated you and here you are letting him kiss you? Outrageous!
She pushed on his chest, wound up and punched his gorgeous square jaw. His head snapped back and his blue gaze turned to flames.
Amazing how fast a man that size could move. She didn’t even see him come for her. All at once, she was in the air. The next second, she was across his lap in an inexorable hold, her pants around her ankles.
Awesome strikes sizzled her tender behind. “Yeee-ow! Stop, you big bully!”
As an answer, he swatted her a hard one across both buns. “You obviously missed my earlier lesson in crossing me, so here’s another!” A machine-gun report of searing spanks blazed her rear.
“Ow ow ow ow! Stop!”
“Not yet,” he said, peppering her behind with a series of red-hot swats.
His spanking sent wave upon wave of agony rippling through her. Her tender behind was already so sore from his earlier spanking, she had no idea how much more she could endure. Not that she had a choice.
After strafing her entire behind and the back of her thighs with his formidable and large hand for several long moments, he stopped.
She continued howling. The pain slowly started to ebb. She longed to rub her blistered behind.
Finally, she calmed some. “Are you going to let me up?”
“Not until we get a few things straight.”
“Let me guess, you want me to leave you alone.”
“Not only that, all my friends, too.”
“How the hell can I know who your friends—ow!” she cried from a terrible swat.
“You know who they are, you found out all about me.”
“But that’s my whole client list! I work only from recommendations. How the hell am I supposed to make my rent?”
“That’s your problem. Get a real job, why don’t you?”
“Easy for you to say, your job wasn’t eliminated because the state government doesn’t care about our schools or a breadth of education. I was a good drama teacher and they fired me! I can’t get another job! This is all I have! And I’m barely making enough money as it is.”
He spanked her so hard, her cries were as loud as a police siren. “Stop!” she begged.
He whacked her a good one. “You started a rotten business! All because you couldn’t stand up to your ex-husband!”
“You jerk! I loved him and he cheated on me! He humiliated me! He slept with one of my students as soon as she turned eighteen! He left me for one of my stupid students and you fault me for going after him? He had all the money! He took me for everything because he had a better lawyer and he started it all! He got the house, the vacation house, everything because I couldn’t afford to keep them up. Don’t go judging me when you don’t know the whole story.”
“I can only judge you on your actions and your actions are deplorable,” he said, swatting her soundly.
“Ow!”
He yanked up on her pants and set her on her feet. The confident and amused grin on his face made her want to punch him again. But her ass hurt so badly, just flexing her muscles to steady her feet was agony. She forced her arm to her side.
“Good choice,” he said with a sharp nod.
She almost hit him again.
“Now, Miss Troublemaker, you’re going to quit your job and find another.”
He reached into his jacket pocket and withdrew a small black case. Opening it, he took out a pen and scribbled something inside. She realized the pad of paper was his checkbook. He tore off a check and handed it to her. Ten grand. Just like that, he writes a damn check for ten grand.
Fury boiled her insides. So he thought she could be bought off, did he? She made a move to tear up the check, but stopped before the paper ripped. Wait a minute here. Wait just a goddamned minute. If she wanted revenge on the guy, why was she refusing his cash? The dude just handed her ten grand. She’d take the damn money and use it to ruin his life.
Oh, this just got better and better.
A plan was brewing inside her darling head, Peter could see it. The wheels turning, she hadn’t given up the game. He inwardly smiled. This was going to be fun. She thought she was smarter than he. Thought he couldn’t read her. A serious miscalculation. He had an arsenal at his disposal she couldn’t even imagine.
“Do we understand each other, Miss Wright?”
She blinked at him, at attempt at looking innocent. Then her brow furrowed, her mouth twisted, her attention went back to the check. “Yeah. You win, okay.”
“You wouldn’t be lying to me, would you? You know what I do to liars?”
“I can guess,” she muttered.
“Good. I’ll be checking on you.”
“I’m sure you will. Can I go now?”
“Yes. But first, I need to straighten something out.”
Her eyes dilated, she took a step towards the door; clearly worried another spanking was forthcoming.
Grabbing her by the wrist, he pulled her to him and kissed her before she could react.
©2011, Michelle Carlyle
How are my spanky friends doing today? Well, California finally caught up with the rest of the country, our summer in winter is over and it’s cold and rainy and NASTY outside. So all my friends back east should be pleased. We aren’t suffering like you guys did, but it’s freakin’ cold out. 46 Farenheit might not be cold for you, but it’s cold for the San Francisco Bay Area. And cold for me.
Hubby and I celebrated our 19th wedding anniversary on Tuesday. Instead of the fancy restaurant we planned to go to, I got sick and made soup. So we had soup and watched TV for our anniversary and Hubby was so tired, he barely said two words to me. Wedded Bliss! It’s okay. We had a great weekend last weekend. The weather was spectacular (high sixties and clear) and we took a long walk along the Baylands and ate amazing cheap food downtown. Love living in the Bay Area!
So here is the next installment of Revenge Inc, soon to be found in A Straightjacket of Lies. I hope you enjoy!
Have a great weekend and stay warm!
Michelle
Fay’s rear end burned like someone had ignited it with a torch. But that wasn’t where her focus was, all her attention was on the super tall hunk who was currently kissing her.
Freakin’ idiot! What are you doing? This man is the enemy!
A split second later, all thoughts evaporated. Peter tasted divine, he was so tall. His strong arms around her, his commanding kiss, dominating her mouth, her body. Lust zapped her; huge lightning bolts of joy electrified her sex. Wow! This guy was a powerhouse!
Fay, wake up! The man is manipulating you! How blind and stupid are you? He spanked you, humiliated you and here you are letting him kiss you? Outrageous!
She pushed on his chest, wound up and punched his gorgeous square jaw. His head snapped back and his blue gaze turned to flames.
Amazing how fast a man that size could move. She didn’t even see him come for her. All at once, she was in the air. The next second, she was across his lap in an inexorable hold, her pants around her ankles.
Awesome strikes sizzled her tender behind. “Yeee-ow! Stop, you big bully!”
As an answer, he swatted her a hard one across both buns. “You obviously missed my earlier lesson in crossing me, so here’s another!” A machine-gun report of searing spanks blazed her rear.
“Ow ow ow ow! Stop!”
“Not yet,” he said, peppering her behind with a series of red-hot swats.
His spanking sent wave upon wave of agony rippling through her. Her tender behind was already so sore from his earlier spanking, she had no idea how much more she could endure. Not that she had a choice.
After strafing her entire behind and the back of her thighs with his formidable and large hand for several long moments, he stopped.
She continued howling. The pain slowly started to ebb. She longed to rub her blistered behind.
Finally, she calmed some. “Are you going to let me up?”
“Not until we get a few things straight.”
“Let me guess, you want me to leave you alone.”
“Not only that, all my friends, too.”
“How the hell can I know who your friends—ow!” she cried from a terrible swat.
“You know who they are, you found out all about me.”
“But that’s my whole client list! I work only from recommendations. How the hell am I supposed to make my rent?”
“That’s your problem. Get a real job, why don’t you?”
“Easy for you to say, your job wasn’t eliminated because the state government doesn’t care about our schools or a breadth of education. I was a good drama teacher and they fired me! I can’t get another job! This is all I have! And I’m barely making enough money as it is.”
He spanked her so hard, her cries were as loud as a police siren. “Stop!” she begged.
He whacked her a good one. “You started a rotten business! All because you couldn’t stand up to your ex-husband!”
“You jerk! I loved him and he cheated on me! He humiliated me! He slept with one of my students as soon as she turned eighteen! He left me for one of my stupid students and you fault me for going after him? He had all the money! He took me for everything because he had a better lawyer and he started it all! He got the house, the vacation house, everything because I couldn’t afford to keep them up. Don’t go judging me when you don’t know the whole story.”
“I can only judge you on your actions and your actions are deplorable,” he said, swatting her soundly.
“Ow!”
He yanked up on her pants and set her on her feet. The confident and amused grin on his face made her want to punch him again. But her ass hurt so badly, just flexing her muscles to steady her feet was agony. She forced her arm to her side.
“Good choice,” he said with a sharp nod.
She almost hit him again.
“Now, Miss Troublemaker, you’re going to quit your job and find another.”
He reached into his jacket pocket and withdrew a small black case. Opening it, he took out a pen and scribbled something inside. She realized the pad of paper was his checkbook. He tore off a check and handed it to her. Ten grand. Just like that, he writes a damn check for ten grand.
Fury boiled her insides. So he thought she could be bought off, did he? She made a move to tear up the check, but stopped before the paper ripped. Wait a minute here. Wait just a goddamned minute. If she wanted revenge on the guy, why was she refusing his cash? The dude just handed her ten grand. She’d take the damn money and use it to ruin his life.
Oh, this just got better and better.
A plan was brewing inside her darling head, Peter could see it. The wheels turning, she hadn’t given up the game. He inwardly smiled. This was going to be fun. She thought she was smarter than he. Thought he couldn’t read her. A serious miscalculation. He had an arsenal at his disposal she couldn’t even imagine.
“Do we understand each other, Miss Wright?”
She blinked at him, at attempt at looking innocent. Then her brow furrowed, her mouth twisted, her attention went back to the check. “Yeah. You win, okay.”
“You wouldn’t be lying to me, would you? You know what I do to liars?”
“I can guess,” she muttered.
“Good. I’ll be checking on you.”
“I’m sure you will. Can I go now?”
“Yes. But first, I need to straighten something out.”
Her eyes dilated, she took a step towards the door; clearly worried another spanking was forthcoming.
Grabbing her by the wrist, he pulled her to him and kissed her before she could react.
©2011, Michelle Carlyle
Friday, February 11, 2011
Revenge, Inc, Part Four
Hey Spankos!
Hope you have a great weekend. Just sent my new book, Rulebreakers, to Reesa for publishing, should be out in the next few months. I’ll keep you updated. And now, I must return to editing my next book “Insert Awesome Title Here.” Blanking for right now on what to call it. But I’ll come up with something. I always do. But clearly I need more tea.
Here is the next part of the story called Revenge Inc, soon to be found in my upcoming release, Straightjacket of Lies. Which I will edit after “Insert Awesome Title Here.”
Hugs to all you wonderful people out there!
Michelle
“Interesting job. How can you sleep at night?” came a deep voice from behind her, startling her.
Fay jumped and spun in place. She couldn’t believe it. Peter Madden, standing right there in the doorway to the suite’s bedroom.
All at once it hit her. This was a set-up. Her eyes darted to the door.
He followed her line of sight and quickly moved to block the exit. “Oh, no, you don’t. You and I are going to have a little talk.”
“I’m not saying anything to you. You let me out of here. This is false imprisonment.”
He took out a remote and turned on the TV. Fay appeared on the screen from just minutes before.
“I’m sure the police would find your activities very interesting. Don’t you?”
She narrowed her eyes and pointed at him. “Look, you creep. If you hadn’t cheated on Lily and humiliated her and tried to take her kids from her, none of this would have happened. You just got what was coming to you, that’s all. You need to take this up with your ex-wife, not me. I was just the messenger.”
“Nice speech. Won’t work. I don’t want revenge on her, I want it on you.”
“Why me?”
“Because you were the one who ruined my date with Tiffany.”
She laughed. “Anyone who would date a woman named Tiffany deserves to have the date ruined. Miss Perky-Butt-Twenty-Something deserves better than you, anyway. I did her a favor.”
His jaw hardened, his gaze turned to molten lava. “I am going to teach you a lesson in research. As in, you’d better do your homework before you go after someone. I never cheated on my wife. She made all that up.”
Fay snorted. “It was all over the papers, dude. Stop denying it.”
A muscle in his cheek twitched. “That’s because she set me up, so she could get the kids and my money. You’re not the only person she hired to ruin me. The other guy was better. I never found him. You were easy. My world isn’t large and you’ve made some good friends of mine very angry. I’m sure they’d love to know who you are.”
She stuck out her jaw. “I’m just doing a job. Making a living. You’re the idiots who couldn’t get along with your wives. Maybe you should have picked a better wife. Or treated her better.”
His intense gaze unwavering, his face hard as granite, he moved towards her.
Trying to intimidate her. The jerk. She tried not to show any fear, but her belly did flip-flops, sweat broke out all over her body. She balled her fists to stop her hands from shaking.
She stepped towards the bedroom door, he blocked her way, his gaze fixed on her. She got the feeling she was the mouse and he was a hungry cat.
Wait a minute, why was she so scared? What could he do?
“No, I’m not running from you, buddy.” She straightened and took a bold step towards him. “What? You want to fight? I’ll freakin’ take you on. You picked the wrong chick to intimidate. I did nothing wrong. Just did a service. And from what I gather about you, it was a service that was greatly deserved.”
He stopped and grinned. “Good. This will make my job that much more satisfying. By the time I get done with you, I can guarantee you, you will think twice before you do this to another man.”
“Blah, blah, blah. Come on, you chicken, take the first swing, I dare you,” she said, assuming a defensive posture.
He laughed. “This is priceless. Come on, do you really think you’re any match for me?”
“The bigger they are the harder they—” She stopped and looked over his shoulder. “Your girlfriend’s back.”
The idiot actually turned around. By the time he turned back, she was in mid-air.
She nailed him in the jaw with her right foot. As he reeled back, she kicked up with her left and sent him to the ground.
She launched off the floor once more and came down, intending to kick him in the face just one last time. Hopefully dazing him enough so she could laugh and leave.
Just as her foot touched his jaw, he reached up so fast, she didn’t see his hands move. The next thing she knew, she was eating carpet.
Before she could move, she was in mid-air, his vise-like grip immobilizing her. Two large steps of his and they were at the suite’s couch. A split second later, he was sitting and she was across his lap. One arm behind her back, the other pinned underneath her, she couldn’t move.
“You let me up, you big—what are you doing?” she demanded as she felt a hard tug on the back of her pants. When air rushed over her suddenly bare behind, his plan became all too clear. “You’d better not!”
His first strike took her breath away. Across both buns, the sting was beyond painful. She couldn’t get her head around the situation. How had this happened? How the hell did she end up over one of her victim’s laps? She was better than this!
Rapid fire, the man delivered a series of punishing swats all over her poor, vulnerable rear end. Pain seared her ass, sending shockwaves of agony throughout her body. She struggled, but that only made him increase the intensity of his spanks. She let out a howl that would wake the dead. To which he chortled with victorious guffaws.
“This is fun!” he crowed, spanking one bun then the other.
Each strike burned like nothing ever had. Who knew spankings could hurt this badly?
Tears stung her eyes, she kicked her feet, her rage exploding. She would ruin this man’s life and she’d use everything at her disposal to do it.
The slaps followed by her screams filled the room. Where was security? Could someone just get away with an assault like this?
Soon, she couldn’t get a thought straight in her mind, all focus went to pain management. His rhythm was ceaseless, the power to his swats, awe-inspiring. The sharpness of each swat blazed her nerves. His firm hand barbecued her poor ass.
All at once, she was on her feet, facing him. She went to punch him, he grabbed her arm and got her in a very painful hold. “I wouldn’t do that if I were you. Unless you want more? You want more?”
“No! No, please, no! Don’t! I won’t hit you! I’m sorry.”
“That I don’t believe for a minute,” he said, spinning her around to face him. He was so close, she could see his stubble.
She caught his scent, the feral edge to his gaze and even though her ass was throbbing, something about his awesome looks tripped her up for a second. Up close, the man was nothing less than a god.
Why was she noticing?
His features, hard with vengeance, suddenly softened. His gaze dropped to her lips. And before she knew it, the man had kissed her.
©2011, Michelle Carlyle
Hope you have a great weekend. Just sent my new book, Rulebreakers, to Reesa for publishing, should be out in the next few months. I’ll keep you updated. And now, I must return to editing my next book “Insert Awesome Title Here.” Blanking for right now on what to call it. But I’ll come up with something. I always do. But clearly I need more tea.
Here is the next part of the story called Revenge Inc, soon to be found in my upcoming release, Straightjacket of Lies. Which I will edit after “Insert Awesome Title Here.”
Hugs to all you wonderful people out there!
Michelle
“Interesting job. How can you sleep at night?” came a deep voice from behind her, startling her.
Fay jumped and spun in place. She couldn’t believe it. Peter Madden, standing right there in the doorway to the suite’s bedroom.
All at once it hit her. This was a set-up. Her eyes darted to the door.
He followed her line of sight and quickly moved to block the exit. “Oh, no, you don’t. You and I are going to have a little talk.”
“I’m not saying anything to you. You let me out of here. This is false imprisonment.”
He took out a remote and turned on the TV. Fay appeared on the screen from just minutes before.
“I’m sure the police would find your activities very interesting. Don’t you?”
She narrowed her eyes and pointed at him. “Look, you creep. If you hadn’t cheated on Lily and humiliated her and tried to take her kids from her, none of this would have happened. You just got what was coming to you, that’s all. You need to take this up with your ex-wife, not me. I was just the messenger.”
“Nice speech. Won’t work. I don’t want revenge on her, I want it on you.”
“Why me?”
“Because you were the one who ruined my date with Tiffany.”
She laughed. “Anyone who would date a woman named Tiffany deserves to have the date ruined. Miss Perky-Butt-Twenty-Something deserves better than you, anyway. I did her a favor.”
His jaw hardened, his gaze turned to molten lava. “I am going to teach you a lesson in research. As in, you’d better do your homework before you go after someone. I never cheated on my wife. She made all that up.”
Fay snorted. “It was all over the papers, dude. Stop denying it.”
A muscle in his cheek twitched. “That’s because she set me up, so she could get the kids and my money. You’re not the only person she hired to ruin me. The other guy was better. I never found him. You were easy. My world isn’t large and you’ve made some good friends of mine very angry. I’m sure they’d love to know who you are.”
She stuck out her jaw. “I’m just doing a job. Making a living. You’re the idiots who couldn’t get along with your wives. Maybe you should have picked a better wife. Or treated her better.”
His intense gaze unwavering, his face hard as granite, he moved towards her.
Trying to intimidate her. The jerk. She tried not to show any fear, but her belly did flip-flops, sweat broke out all over her body. She balled her fists to stop her hands from shaking.
She stepped towards the bedroom door, he blocked her way, his gaze fixed on her. She got the feeling she was the mouse and he was a hungry cat.
Wait a minute, why was she so scared? What could he do?
“No, I’m not running from you, buddy.” She straightened and took a bold step towards him. “What? You want to fight? I’ll freakin’ take you on. You picked the wrong chick to intimidate. I did nothing wrong. Just did a service. And from what I gather about you, it was a service that was greatly deserved.”
He stopped and grinned. “Good. This will make my job that much more satisfying. By the time I get done with you, I can guarantee you, you will think twice before you do this to another man.”
“Blah, blah, blah. Come on, you chicken, take the first swing, I dare you,” she said, assuming a defensive posture.
He laughed. “This is priceless. Come on, do you really think you’re any match for me?”
“The bigger they are the harder they—” She stopped and looked over his shoulder. “Your girlfriend’s back.”
The idiot actually turned around. By the time he turned back, she was in mid-air.
She nailed him in the jaw with her right foot. As he reeled back, she kicked up with her left and sent him to the ground.
She launched off the floor once more and came down, intending to kick him in the face just one last time. Hopefully dazing him enough so she could laugh and leave.
Just as her foot touched his jaw, he reached up so fast, she didn’t see his hands move. The next thing she knew, she was eating carpet.
Before she could move, she was in mid-air, his vise-like grip immobilizing her. Two large steps of his and they were at the suite’s couch. A split second later, he was sitting and she was across his lap. One arm behind her back, the other pinned underneath her, she couldn’t move.
“You let me up, you big—what are you doing?” she demanded as she felt a hard tug on the back of her pants. When air rushed over her suddenly bare behind, his plan became all too clear. “You’d better not!”
His first strike took her breath away. Across both buns, the sting was beyond painful. She couldn’t get her head around the situation. How had this happened? How the hell did she end up over one of her victim’s laps? She was better than this!
Rapid fire, the man delivered a series of punishing swats all over her poor, vulnerable rear end. Pain seared her ass, sending shockwaves of agony throughout her body. She struggled, but that only made him increase the intensity of his spanks. She let out a howl that would wake the dead. To which he chortled with victorious guffaws.
“This is fun!” he crowed, spanking one bun then the other.
Each strike burned like nothing ever had. Who knew spankings could hurt this badly?
Tears stung her eyes, she kicked her feet, her rage exploding. She would ruin this man’s life and she’d use everything at her disposal to do it.
The slaps followed by her screams filled the room. Where was security? Could someone just get away with an assault like this?
Soon, she couldn’t get a thought straight in her mind, all focus went to pain management. His rhythm was ceaseless, the power to his swats, awe-inspiring. The sharpness of each swat blazed her nerves. His firm hand barbecued her poor ass.
All at once, she was on her feet, facing him. She went to punch him, he grabbed her arm and got her in a very painful hold. “I wouldn’t do that if I were you. Unless you want more? You want more?”
“No! No, please, no! Don’t! I won’t hit you! I’m sorry.”
“That I don’t believe for a minute,” he said, spinning her around to face him. He was so close, she could see his stubble.
She caught his scent, the feral edge to his gaze and even though her ass was throbbing, something about his awesome looks tripped her up for a second. Up close, the man was nothing less than a god.
Why was she noticing?
His features, hard with vengeance, suddenly softened. His gaze dropped to her lips. And before she knew it, the man had kissed her.
©2011, Michelle Carlyle
Friday, February 4, 2011
Revenge, Inc, Part Three
Hey Spanky Friends!
Man, have I been busy getting my next book, Rulebreakers, ready for release. Found the coolest cover, but Kindle won’t print it because it features a naked chick’s behind with a man’s hand on it. Bummer! So back to the drawing board. Should find a suitable replacement, but I really liked that one! Oh, well.
Working hard at getting my next three books together for you guys. I can’t wait to get them released and out to you! Yay!!! Spanky fiction!
So my latest vanilla novel have been read by all the top editors in NY and they all loved it—BUT they don’t want to buy it because my characters are larger-than-life (like yours truly) and they don’t think that the average romance reader could relate to them. So, I’m either going to publish with Newsite (Discipline and Desire) because Reesa is starting a line of vanilla romances or I’m going to self-publish and hawk the books myself. The publishing world is changing fast, my friends. Did you know that more e-books sold last year than paperbacks? The traditional publishers are reacting to the changing paradigm exactly like the record industry has. They are only looking for million-dollar sellers and are allowing the most tepid, vanilla boring crap to be produced for the mass market. But I am riding the new wave and will do well with it. Onward!
Speaking of the new wave, here is today’s chapter of Revenge, Inc. This story is featured in my upcoming book, Straightjacket of Lies.
Have a fantastic Superbowl weekend and for all my friends in the snow—I’m sorry! You poor little icy cold things! Have some hot chocolate on me!
Hugs to you all,
Michelle
Fay finished filling out her deposits. Eight grand, more than she’d made in a week in years. So cool! Finally, a business that worked!
Mitzi popped her head in the door to her office. “You going to the bank now?”
“Yeah. What do we have on for tonight?”
Her partner leaned against the doorjamb. “New account meeting. A Mrs. Wellington.”
Fay nodded, tapping her pencil on top of her desk. “Sounds rich. Anything else?”
“Nope. We see her at six until seven and then we’re free.”
“Cool, I want to catch up on some tube and take a bath.”
“Sounds good. Brad’s taking me out to celebrate our success.”
“Does he know what we’re doing yet?”
Mitzi laughed. “Oh, God, no. He’d divorce me.”
“Really?”
“Let me put it this way, it wouldn’t be pretty.”
“I’m glad I’m single. So what does he think we’re doing?”
“Event planning.”
Fay laughed. “Well, that isn’t a lie.”
Mitzi sent her a smug smile. “I know. Clever, aren’t I?”
“Very. Say, why don’t you let me do the initial interview and you and Brad can start off early on your date?”
“Really?”
“Yeah, why not? I can handle it. Where are we meeting the woman?”
“Marriott on Fourth. Hotel room. She wanted to be discreet. I got all the info here. Room 1411. Supposed to go on up when you got there.”
“Perfect, afterwards I’ll stop by the mall and pick up some take out on the way home.”
At six o’clock on the dot, Fay knocked on Mrs. Wellington’s door. A tall, slender blonde woman answered.
“Fay Wright?” she asked. Her voice was deep and husky. She wore black business suit, Gucci, if Fay wasn’t mistaken.
“Yes.”
“Do come in.” The woman stepped out of the way and allowed Fay to pass. Nice two-room suite with a breathtaking view of the City skyline.
Mrs. Wellington gestured towards two chairs in the corner. “Please sit down. Can I get you a drink?”
“No, thanks.”
The woman sat opposite her in the suite’s living room area.
“Well, Mrs. Wellington, what can I do for you?”
“I’m a friend of Lily Madden’s.”
“Ah, yes.”
“I heard you did her a… um, favor.”
“Yes, I did.”
The woman suddenly brightened. “Did you really embarrass Peter in the middle of Fleur?”
Fay grinned. “Oh, yeah.”
“So how do you… what exactly do you do in these cases? I heard you have an acting background.”
“Yeah, I was a drama teacher until California public schools decided that drama was an extracurricular class they didn’t need. Well, some still offer it, but mostly it’s a dying elective.”
“That’s too bad. So you decided to… how did you get into this?”
Fay shifted in her seat, getting more comfortable. “I taught the child of one of my initial clients. When I lost my job, we stayed in touch, you know, Christmas cards. After my horrible divorce, my husband got everything and I wasn’t too happy about that. So I… went after him. Not formally, because he always won in court, but… behind the scenes. And I mentioned this to Georgia and she loved the idea and hired me to do the same thing to her ex. Only since he didn’t know me, I was able to take her revenge to a higher level. I basically did the same thing to Peter Madden. Accosted him when he was out dating. And then she told her friends and here you are. And here I am. Now tell me, how badly do you want your husband to suffer? And what did he do to you?”
Her delicate brow rose. “Why do you need to know that?”
“Helps motivate me. What your friend Lily told me about Madden, that was plenty motivation. I really only like to attack the more odious guys. But of course, for money, I’ll go after anyone you like. Nothing traceable, of course.”
Mrs. Wellington nodded. “Of course. And you haven’t been caught or—”
“God no. I don’t travel in your circles, so I won’t be likely to run into anyone you know or your husband knows. And this will be our only face-to-face meeting. You tell me what you’d like done, I’ll tell you my price.”
“How far are you willing to go?”
“I won’t hurt him physically. I won’t do anything that will ruin his business, I mean, like stealing or anything very illegal. Basically, all I do is cause a string of bad luck events to happen to him. Cancelled flights, cancelled services, cancelled credit cards at inopportune times, like when he’s seeing his new girlfriend. Basically, I ruin his relationships with his new women. I work mainly in humiliation.”
“You sound like just the girl for me.”
A cell phone rang. Mrs. Wellington reached for her purse and took out her phone. “Yes? What? Wait, I can’t hear you. Let me call you right back.” She turned to Fay. “I need to talk to this person and the only signal I can get is out in the hallway in front of that window near the elevator. Will you excuse me?”
“Sure.”
Mrs. Wellington got up and left the room. Fay wandered over to the window.
“Interesting job. How can you sleep at night?” came a deep voice from behind her, startling her.
She jumped and spun in place. She couldn’t believe it. Peter Madden, standing right there in the doorway to the suite’s bedroom.
©2011, Michelle Carlyle
Man, have I been busy getting my next book, Rulebreakers, ready for release. Found the coolest cover, but Kindle won’t print it because it features a naked chick’s behind with a man’s hand on it. Bummer! So back to the drawing board. Should find a suitable replacement, but I really liked that one! Oh, well.
Working hard at getting my next three books together for you guys. I can’t wait to get them released and out to you! Yay!!! Spanky fiction!
So my latest vanilla novel have been read by all the top editors in NY and they all loved it—BUT they don’t want to buy it because my characters are larger-than-life (like yours truly) and they don’t think that the average romance reader could relate to them. So, I’m either going to publish with Newsite (Discipline and Desire) because Reesa is starting a line of vanilla romances or I’m going to self-publish and hawk the books myself. The publishing world is changing fast, my friends. Did you know that more e-books sold last year than paperbacks? The traditional publishers are reacting to the changing paradigm exactly like the record industry has. They are only looking for million-dollar sellers and are allowing the most tepid, vanilla boring crap to be produced for the mass market. But I am riding the new wave and will do well with it. Onward!
Speaking of the new wave, here is today’s chapter of Revenge, Inc. This story is featured in my upcoming book, Straightjacket of Lies.
Have a fantastic Superbowl weekend and for all my friends in the snow—I’m sorry! You poor little icy cold things! Have some hot chocolate on me!
Hugs to you all,
Michelle
Fay finished filling out her deposits. Eight grand, more than she’d made in a week in years. So cool! Finally, a business that worked!
Mitzi popped her head in the door to her office. “You going to the bank now?”
“Yeah. What do we have on for tonight?”
Her partner leaned against the doorjamb. “New account meeting. A Mrs. Wellington.”
Fay nodded, tapping her pencil on top of her desk. “Sounds rich. Anything else?”
“Nope. We see her at six until seven and then we’re free.”
“Cool, I want to catch up on some tube and take a bath.”
“Sounds good. Brad’s taking me out to celebrate our success.”
“Does he know what we’re doing yet?”
Mitzi laughed. “Oh, God, no. He’d divorce me.”
“Really?”
“Let me put it this way, it wouldn’t be pretty.”
“I’m glad I’m single. So what does he think we’re doing?”
“Event planning.”
Fay laughed. “Well, that isn’t a lie.”
Mitzi sent her a smug smile. “I know. Clever, aren’t I?”
“Very. Say, why don’t you let me do the initial interview and you and Brad can start off early on your date?”
“Really?”
“Yeah, why not? I can handle it. Where are we meeting the woman?”
“Marriott on Fourth. Hotel room. She wanted to be discreet. I got all the info here. Room 1411. Supposed to go on up when you got there.”
“Perfect, afterwards I’ll stop by the mall and pick up some take out on the way home.”
At six o’clock on the dot, Fay knocked on Mrs. Wellington’s door. A tall, slender blonde woman answered.
“Fay Wright?” she asked. Her voice was deep and husky. She wore black business suit, Gucci, if Fay wasn’t mistaken.
“Yes.”
“Do come in.” The woman stepped out of the way and allowed Fay to pass. Nice two-room suite with a breathtaking view of the City skyline.
Mrs. Wellington gestured towards two chairs in the corner. “Please sit down. Can I get you a drink?”
“No, thanks.”
The woman sat opposite her in the suite’s living room area.
“Well, Mrs. Wellington, what can I do for you?”
“I’m a friend of Lily Madden’s.”
“Ah, yes.”
“I heard you did her a… um, favor.”
“Yes, I did.”
The woman suddenly brightened. “Did you really embarrass Peter in the middle of Fleur?”
Fay grinned. “Oh, yeah.”
“So how do you… what exactly do you do in these cases? I heard you have an acting background.”
“Yeah, I was a drama teacher until California public schools decided that drama was an extracurricular class they didn’t need. Well, some still offer it, but mostly it’s a dying elective.”
“That’s too bad. So you decided to… how did you get into this?”
Fay shifted in her seat, getting more comfortable. “I taught the child of one of my initial clients. When I lost my job, we stayed in touch, you know, Christmas cards. After my horrible divorce, my husband got everything and I wasn’t too happy about that. So I… went after him. Not formally, because he always won in court, but… behind the scenes. And I mentioned this to Georgia and she loved the idea and hired me to do the same thing to her ex. Only since he didn’t know me, I was able to take her revenge to a higher level. I basically did the same thing to Peter Madden. Accosted him when he was out dating. And then she told her friends and here you are. And here I am. Now tell me, how badly do you want your husband to suffer? And what did he do to you?”
Her delicate brow rose. “Why do you need to know that?”
“Helps motivate me. What your friend Lily told me about Madden, that was plenty motivation. I really only like to attack the more odious guys. But of course, for money, I’ll go after anyone you like. Nothing traceable, of course.”
Mrs. Wellington nodded. “Of course. And you haven’t been caught or—”
“God no. I don’t travel in your circles, so I won’t be likely to run into anyone you know or your husband knows. And this will be our only face-to-face meeting. You tell me what you’d like done, I’ll tell you my price.”
“How far are you willing to go?”
“I won’t hurt him physically. I won’t do anything that will ruin his business, I mean, like stealing or anything very illegal. Basically, all I do is cause a string of bad luck events to happen to him. Cancelled flights, cancelled services, cancelled credit cards at inopportune times, like when he’s seeing his new girlfriend. Basically, I ruin his relationships with his new women. I work mainly in humiliation.”
“You sound like just the girl for me.”
A cell phone rang. Mrs. Wellington reached for her purse and took out her phone. “Yes? What? Wait, I can’t hear you. Let me call you right back.” She turned to Fay. “I need to talk to this person and the only signal I can get is out in the hallway in front of that window near the elevator. Will you excuse me?”
“Sure.”
Mrs. Wellington got up and left the room. Fay wandered over to the window.
“Interesting job. How can you sleep at night?” came a deep voice from behind her, startling her.
She jumped and spun in place. She couldn’t believe it. Peter Madden, standing right there in the doorway to the suite’s bedroom.
©2011, Michelle Carlyle
Friday, January 28, 2011
Revenge, Inc. Part Two
Hey Spanky Friends!
How are all you lovely people today? I’m doing super. We had the weirdest weather this week. Weirdest. Spooky. Crazy. Like high 60s, low 70s, super sunny, warm and beautiful. In January????? Hubby and I started gardening like it was spring. Tore out a bunch of nasty stuff, weeded and I bought this reed roll fencing so I can cover up the ugly-ass cinderblock wall that lines my driveway. Getting ready for summer! Only slight problem. It is still winter. And it is returning with a vengeance this weekend. Oh, well. Was very happy to get a short reprieve. Especially when most of my friends back East are under a nasty blanket of snow. Well, don’t be too jealous, we had an earthquake recently. A few of them. I always think of our California weather as compensation for extremely high sales taxes, property taxes, state income taxes, the premium we pay on gasoline and natural gas, on food, and basically EVERYTHING. “Oh, you live in California? Hand me your checkbook, please. Sorry, nothing leftover for you.”
There is no free ride. As I have discovered.
Speaking of a free ride, I had AWESOME sex last night. I wish I could bottle up my Hubby and sell him because I’d make a fortune. If you wonder how I get inspired to write my work, look no further than my spouse. He’s a treasure. A stinky treasure, but a treasure all the same. And man, can that boy spank my ass well! YESSSSSSSSS!!!!!!
Okay, I’m horny again. When will he get home???? When???? Speaking of horny, we are going to a fancy-schmancy hotel in Palo Alto on Saturday night. I got a free night there from an organization that I volunteer for, for all their appreciation for the work I’ve done. So Hubby and I are going to celebrate an early anniversary, go to the movies, go to a nice place for dinner and go back to the hotel and FUCK OUR BRAINS OUT. I told him we had to do it three or four times at least. Let’s see how we do. Whooo-hooooo! Hotel sex!!!
Okay, enough of this. Here is the next chapter of Revenge, Inc. Soon to be found in my upcoming book, “Straightjacket of Lies”, which should be released later on this year.
Have a great weekend!
Michelle
“Tiffany, are you all right?” Peter would try a super caring approach to see if that could restore the seduction.
Her red lips tight, she shook her head a tiny bit. “No, I’m fine.”
“No, you’re not.”
“Look, are you sure you don’t know her? I mean, she knew the name of your boat. And last week, you went sailing, I know you did, you told me.”
“So what? Anyone could have gathered that information.”
She looked down at her nails. “Is it possible you got drunk and…” Her blue gaze searched his.
He straightened his shoulders. “I never get drunk.”
She blinked at him, then bit her lower lip. She pinched the bridge of her nose. “You know, I’ve got a bit of a headache. Maybe we should call it an evening…”
He’d lost. Damn it.
After driving her home, he drove straight to his club. There wouldn’t be anyone under the age of eighty there, but he needed a drink and didn’t want to be alone. Surprisingly, he found one of his closest friends sitting in front of the fire with a brandy.
Horatio, a corporate lawyer, indicated the burgundy leather chair across from him. “Join me, friend. And tell me all about your exciting evening.”
“You know?”
“Jimmy was at Fleur tonight.”
His shoulders slumping, Peter ran a hand through his thick mane of dark hair. “Christ.”
“You know, it’s curious. You’re not the only one who’s had weird scenes with strangers lately. Thom, Rob Colt and Graham White, all had crazy women accost them. Women they didn’t know. Just like you.”
Peter frowned. “What the hell? Really? Rob and Graham?”
“Yes. Plus other strange troubles. Rob had a flight cancelled, Graham had his car impounded, Thom found his car filled with orange juice.”
“Orange juice?”
“Yeah, I guess there was a tanker nearby and someone put a hose from the tanker into his car window and filled the sucker.”
Peter burst out laughing and then caught himself. “I know that’s not funny. Was it the Ferrari?”
“Yeah.”
“Not the ‘67?”
“Yep.”
“That’s irreplaceable.”
Horatio nodded. “Whomever it was, wanted to hurt him.”
“Damn,” Peter said, stroking his chin. “You know I had my phone service cancelled this week, my car died suddenly—it’s in the shop—someone put sugar in my gas tank. And then this woman attacks me in Fleur.”
“Obviously a pattern. What do you all have in common?”
“Um… don’t know. We’re rich… Wait… divorced. We’re divorced. In the past two years.”
“Yes.”
Peter gestured sharply. “But Lily couldn’t be behind this. She’s too refined. Barely shed a tear during the divorce proceedings. But then again, she leaked all kinds of misinformation to the press. Sure I was cheating on her, even though I wasn’t. I don’t know. She’s the only one in my life who hates me enough to pull something like this. But it’s not her style.”
“She knows the other guys’ ex-wives. They’re all in a little coffee clutch.”
Peter shot his friend a look. “You think they’re behind this?”
“That’s what I’m thinking. Maybe they’re pulling stuff on each other’s respective exes.”
“I know those ladies. None would ever get their hands dirty. Would fit, though. That woman tonight didn’t look deranged. She looked like a bad actress. There was a look in her eye, she knew what she was doing, she knew me. And if her purpose was to get Tiffany to dump me, it worked.”
“Then Tiffany wasn’t worth a damn.”
“Suppose. Thought she was a nice girl.”
“Beware of nice girls. Especially ones that come from your marketing department.”
“Yeah… maybe you’re right.”
Horatio leaned forward. “Listen to me, my friend. Look for a girl from your social circle. Dating a company woman only works when you’re working your way up. Not when you’re on the top. Can’t trust the lot of them. Watch out for the gold-diggers. You’ve got a target on your chest.”
“Yeah, I know.” Dismal information, but true. “Well, I’ll tell you one thing, I’m not taking this crap lying down. Someone attacked me this week and I’m going to find out who that woman was. If she’s working for my ex, I’ll shut down her little business and put her behind bars where she belongs.”
He pictured the slip of a woman in that clingy dress. While he hated her and she was clearly a lunatic, her body was beyond perfection. Had the nicest rounded bottom he’d seen in a long time.
“But maybe before I send her to jail, I’ll take out some of my frustration on that perfect little ass of hers.”
Horatio’s brow rose. “She had a perfect ass?”
“Oh, yes. Very spankable.”
Horatio’s eyes lit up. “Sounds like fun. Nothing more exhilarating than spanking a deserving behind.”
Peter grinned. “Isn’t it though? Had a girlfriend once who pushed me so hard, she rarely sat down comfortably. And that little girl tonight… Can’t wait to give her the treatment. Quite the actress. Hey… What if she is an actress? Theatre world isn’t very big in this town. Maybe I’ll start there.”
“Williams is a good man. Helped me with some trouble with an ex-partner. Anyone get a picture of your woman?”
“Maybe she’s on the security camera. Good thought. I’ll call the restaurant right away. Andre will help me. Slipped him three grand tonight to cover the damages.”
“Sounds like you have yourself a mission.”
“I’d say so.”
His spirits buoyed, Peter finished his drink and drove home. He’d find that little brat. A thrill went through his loins at the thought of that perfect rear over his knee. He’d teach her a lesson, all right. One she’d never forget.
©2011, Michelle Carlyle
How are all you lovely people today? I’m doing super. We had the weirdest weather this week. Weirdest. Spooky. Crazy. Like high 60s, low 70s, super sunny, warm and beautiful. In January????? Hubby and I started gardening like it was spring. Tore out a bunch of nasty stuff, weeded and I bought this reed roll fencing so I can cover up the ugly-ass cinderblock wall that lines my driveway. Getting ready for summer! Only slight problem. It is still winter. And it is returning with a vengeance this weekend. Oh, well. Was very happy to get a short reprieve. Especially when most of my friends back East are under a nasty blanket of snow. Well, don’t be too jealous, we had an earthquake recently. A few of them. I always think of our California weather as compensation for extremely high sales taxes, property taxes, state income taxes, the premium we pay on gasoline and natural gas, on food, and basically EVERYTHING. “Oh, you live in California? Hand me your checkbook, please. Sorry, nothing leftover for you.”
There is no free ride. As I have discovered.
Speaking of a free ride, I had AWESOME sex last night. I wish I could bottle up my Hubby and sell him because I’d make a fortune. If you wonder how I get inspired to write my work, look no further than my spouse. He’s a treasure. A stinky treasure, but a treasure all the same. And man, can that boy spank my ass well! YESSSSSSSSS!!!!!!
Okay, I’m horny again. When will he get home???? When???? Speaking of horny, we are going to a fancy-schmancy hotel in Palo Alto on Saturday night. I got a free night there from an organization that I volunteer for, for all their appreciation for the work I’ve done. So Hubby and I are going to celebrate an early anniversary, go to the movies, go to a nice place for dinner and go back to the hotel and FUCK OUR BRAINS OUT. I told him we had to do it three or four times at least. Let’s see how we do. Whooo-hooooo! Hotel sex!!!
Okay, enough of this. Here is the next chapter of Revenge, Inc. Soon to be found in my upcoming book, “Straightjacket of Lies”, which should be released later on this year.
Have a great weekend!
Michelle
“Tiffany, are you all right?” Peter would try a super caring approach to see if that could restore the seduction.
Her red lips tight, she shook her head a tiny bit. “No, I’m fine.”
“No, you’re not.”
“Look, are you sure you don’t know her? I mean, she knew the name of your boat. And last week, you went sailing, I know you did, you told me.”
“So what? Anyone could have gathered that information.”
She looked down at her nails. “Is it possible you got drunk and…” Her blue gaze searched his.
He straightened his shoulders. “I never get drunk.”
She blinked at him, then bit her lower lip. She pinched the bridge of her nose. “You know, I’ve got a bit of a headache. Maybe we should call it an evening…”
He’d lost. Damn it.
After driving her home, he drove straight to his club. There wouldn’t be anyone under the age of eighty there, but he needed a drink and didn’t want to be alone. Surprisingly, he found one of his closest friends sitting in front of the fire with a brandy.
Horatio, a corporate lawyer, indicated the burgundy leather chair across from him. “Join me, friend. And tell me all about your exciting evening.”
“You know?”
“Jimmy was at Fleur tonight.”
His shoulders slumping, Peter ran a hand through his thick mane of dark hair. “Christ.”
“You know, it’s curious. You’re not the only one who’s had weird scenes with strangers lately. Thom, Rob Colt and Graham White, all had crazy women accost them. Women they didn’t know. Just like you.”
Peter frowned. “What the hell? Really? Rob and Graham?”
“Yes. Plus other strange troubles. Rob had a flight cancelled, Graham had his car impounded, Thom found his car filled with orange juice.”
“Orange juice?”
“Yeah, I guess there was a tanker nearby and someone put a hose from the tanker into his car window and filled the sucker.”
Peter burst out laughing and then caught himself. “I know that’s not funny. Was it the Ferrari?”
“Yeah.”
“Not the ‘67?”
“Yep.”
“That’s irreplaceable.”
Horatio nodded. “Whomever it was, wanted to hurt him.”
“Damn,” Peter said, stroking his chin. “You know I had my phone service cancelled this week, my car died suddenly—it’s in the shop—someone put sugar in my gas tank. And then this woman attacks me in Fleur.”
“Obviously a pattern. What do you all have in common?”
“Um… don’t know. We’re rich… Wait… divorced. We’re divorced. In the past two years.”
“Yes.”
Peter gestured sharply. “But Lily couldn’t be behind this. She’s too refined. Barely shed a tear during the divorce proceedings. But then again, she leaked all kinds of misinformation to the press. Sure I was cheating on her, even though I wasn’t. I don’t know. She’s the only one in my life who hates me enough to pull something like this. But it’s not her style.”
“She knows the other guys’ ex-wives. They’re all in a little coffee clutch.”
Peter shot his friend a look. “You think they’re behind this?”
“That’s what I’m thinking. Maybe they’re pulling stuff on each other’s respective exes.”
“I know those ladies. None would ever get their hands dirty. Would fit, though. That woman tonight didn’t look deranged. She looked like a bad actress. There was a look in her eye, she knew what she was doing, she knew me. And if her purpose was to get Tiffany to dump me, it worked.”
“Then Tiffany wasn’t worth a damn.”
“Suppose. Thought she was a nice girl.”
“Beware of nice girls. Especially ones that come from your marketing department.”
“Yeah… maybe you’re right.”
Horatio leaned forward. “Listen to me, my friend. Look for a girl from your social circle. Dating a company woman only works when you’re working your way up. Not when you’re on the top. Can’t trust the lot of them. Watch out for the gold-diggers. You’ve got a target on your chest.”
“Yeah, I know.” Dismal information, but true. “Well, I’ll tell you one thing, I’m not taking this crap lying down. Someone attacked me this week and I’m going to find out who that woman was. If she’s working for my ex, I’ll shut down her little business and put her behind bars where she belongs.”
He pictured the slip of a woman in that clingy dress. While he hated her and she was clearly a lunatic, her body was beyond perfection. Had the nicest rounded bottom he’d seen in a long time.
“But maybe before I send her to jail, I’ll take out some of my frustration on that perfect little ass of hers.”
Horatio’s brow rose. “She had a perfect ass?”
“Oh, yes. Very spankable.”
Horatio’s eyes lit up. “Sounds like fun. Nothing more exhilarating than spanking a deserving behind.”
Peter grinned. “Isn’t it though? Had a girlfriend once who pushed me so hard, she rarely sat down comfortably. And that little girl tonight… Can’t wait to give her the treatment. Quite the actress. Hey… What if she is an actress? Theatre world isn’t very big in this town. Maybe I’ll start there.”
“Williams is a good man. Helped me with some trouble with an ex-partner. Anyone get a picture of your woman?”
“Maybe she’s on the security camera. Good thought. I’ll call the restaurant right away. Andre will help me. Slipped him three grand tonight to cover the damages.”
“Sounds like you have yourself a mission.”
“I’d say so.”
His spirits buoyed, Peter finished his drink and drove home. He’d find that little brat. A thrill went through his loins at the thought of that perfect rear over his knee. He’d teach her a lesson, all right. One she’d never forget.
©2011, Michelle Carlyle
Friday, January 21, 2011
Revenge, Inc. Part One
Hey You Wonderful People!
How was your week? Mine was…hmmmm. I have no idea because I only got five hours of sleep last night and my brain is off-line. I’m sure it was a fascinating week, full of sky-dives, motorcycle jumping and awards shows. Ahem. More like dishes, weeding and shopping. And editing. Oh! I’m almost done with my new book, which will be sent to Reesa where she will perform her magic and eventually, it will be on Amazon and Barnes and Nobel and all that jazz. The new book’s new title is “Rulebreakers.” I have to say, the working titles of my books have been pretty cheesy. I’m throwing them all out and starting over. When I get a chance, I’m going to reissue “Spank Me, I’ve Been Bad,” and title it something completely different. A friend said I should have titled it “Spank Me, I’ve Been Good.” Maybe I’ll use that one. But probably not. Anyhoo, I will be publishing three books this year, maybe four. But definitely three. And you all will be the first to know when. So stay tuned!
Okay, here is a new story for you called Revenge, Inc. Another 16-parter, so sit back and enjoy.
Hugs to all you lovely humans out there! I hope your weekend is fantastic!
Michelle
Target sighted, Fay crossed the expansive dining floor of Fleur, the hottest new restaurant in San Francisco.
Wearing her latest weapon, a sleek little black Prada cocktail dress, she sidled up to a table and glared down into the blue gaze of Peter Madden, CEO of Madden Computers, the billion dollar jewel of Silicon Valley.
She ignored his classic Grecian features, his perfect aquiline nose, square jaw and heavy brow. She was in character.
“You bastard!” she yelled loud enough for most of the tables in the vicinity to hear. “You two-timing creep!”
His eyes wide, jaw in his lap, he stammered, but said nothing intelligible.
“And you!” Fay said, swinging on his date: a petite blonde twenty-something. “How dare you! Before you go sleeping around with a man, you might want to find out if he has other women in his life. You should be ashamed of yourself!”
Peter’s brow went into a deep V, his eyes filled with fire. “I don’t know who the hell you are, but you’ve me mistaken for someone else—”
She burst into tears. “Peter! Why are you doing this to me?! You told me you loved me!” She collapsed down next to him in the booth, buried her head in her arms and howled.
“Miss! Please, I don’t know you!”
She lifted her head up to bawl in his face. “It’s the baby! The baby I’m worried about. Our baby!” She dropped her head to the table and sobbed.
“What the hell? Lady! I’m not who you think I am!”
“That’s it!” she yelled, leaping up on her feet once more. “You told me you wanted a child! So I got pregnant! You said you’d marry me! Just last Tuesday when we were on your stupid boat, The Charlemagne, you proposed! What happened to that?!”
The maitre ‘d appeared at her elbow. “Is there a problem?”
Finally! Took the jerk long enough.
She spun on the tall, Middle-Eastern-looking man. “Yes! There’s a problem! My fiancé is here with another woman! And I’m pregnant!”
Peter got up out of the booth, she was momentarily taken aback by his size, he had to be over six five.
He took the maitre ‘d by the arm. “Andre, I swear, I’ve never seen this woman before. I think she must have escaped from a lockdown facility.”
“Yeah! Our apartment! That’s where I escaped from! Fine! You want to cheat on me?! You want to break all your promises to me?! You want to get me pregnant and dump me?! Fine! I don’t want you, anyway, and neither does your son! That’s right! It’s a boy! A boy!” And with that, she pushed aside the maitre ‘d and stormed off.
As soon as she hit the street, she broke into a run. Around the next corner, she dove into the back of a white van. “Drive!”
Mitzi grinned. “You bet!” Her friend and business partner loved the new venture as much as she did.
Fay removed the Prada dress and hung it up in their makeshift dressing room in the back of the van. “Are the cops out there?”
“Oh, yeah. They’re looking all over. Oooo, along with Mr. Target. Man, he looks madder than a losing team’s coach. Wow. So, it went well?”
She pulled on a red t-shirt and some jeans. “Oh, God, it was so funny.” She laughed. “You should have seen the looks on their faces. Oh, and in that fancy place! God, that was fun.”
Fay grabbed a baseball cap, slipped it over her head and hopped into the front seat of the van. They were just past the restaurant. She looked in her side mirror. A couple cops with a very tall man in their midst stood outside the eatery.
“Oh, that was great!” she crowed. “Damn, I’d better get a bonus for that one.”
“Was the Chronicle lady there?” Mitzi asked.
“Oh, yeah. But goddamn, took the staff long enough to come over. I almost had to start recycling material.”
“So what did you say?”
Fay took off her cap and smoothed her long, dark hair. “God, I did kind of went far this time. I didn’t just pull the pregnancy thing, I named a gender.” She put the cap back on.
“You what?”
Fay shrugged. “It just slipped out. I was so into the scene, I really don’t remember everything, but suddenly I was talking about the guy’s baby boy. Christ.”
Mitzi giggled. “You are too much.”
“I just hope I was believable. Kind of went over the top. Oh, well, what’s done is done.” She reached for the clipboard on top of the dashboard. “Who’s next on our list tonight?”
“Ah, yes, man, remember the good ol’ days when we had only one job a night?”
Fay chuckled. “You mean last month?”
Mitzy had a dreamy look in her eye. “Yeah.”
Fay pushed on her shoulder. “We were also broke. At least I made my rent this month.”
“Me, too.” Mitzi gestured out the front window. “Who knew there were this many people who wanted revenge on their exes?”
“I had no idea how unhappy the upper classes were.”
Mitzi turned the corner and headed to their office. “Yeah, and we know one specific upper class guy who really isn’t happy right now.”
“I wonder what the girl said after I left.” Fay belly laughed.
Peter Madden’s jaw hurt from clenching it so tightly. The woman had disappeared. He’d run after her, but he’d been too late on the draw. He’d never experienced anything so disturbing in his life. After he made his report to the police—they hadn’t been very interested and he didn’t blame them—he straightened his tie and made his way back to his table.
All eyes were on him; his face grew hot. When he saw the gossip columnist for the local paper, he knew it was all over. This would be in the paper in the morning. He swore inwardly. This was all he needed. After that horrible divorce had splashed him over the papers, he’d hoped he’d be spared another public humiliation. Apparently not.
He knew he couldn’t avoid it, so he stopped briefly at the middle-aged woman’s table. “I didn’t know her. And that’s all I’m going to say on the subject. And if you want access to me in the future, I’d think carefully about what I wrote tonight.” With a cold glare of a warning at her, he turned and walked away before she could respond.
He kicked himself all the way to his table. He just provoked her. Good job, Pete.
Tiffany looked just as he expected her to: wary, upset. Barely covering her simmering fury. Great. No sex tonight, either. What a great night this was shaping up to be.
What the hell? This was the third unpleasant surprise this week. He was used to studying patterns and odds. This incident tonight tipped the scales. Something was going on. Someone was after him. He didn’t know why, but he knew one thing, he would get to the bottom of the problem.
©2011, Michelle Carlyle
How was your week? Mine was…hmmmm. I have no idea because I only got five hours of sleep last night and my brain is off-line. I’m sure it was a fascinating week, full of sky-dives, motorcycle jumping and awards shows. Ahem. More like dishes, weeding and shopping. And editing. Oh! I’m almost done with my new book, which will be sent to Reesa where she will perform her magic and eventually, it will be on Amazon and Barnes and Nobel and all that jazz. The new book’s new title is “Rulebreakers.” I have to say, the working titles of my books have been pretty cheesy. I’m throwing them all out and starting over. When I get a chance, I’m going to reissue “Spank Me, I’ve Been Bad,” and title it something completely different. A friend said I should have titled it “Spank Me, I’ve Been Good.” Maybe I’ll use that one. But probably not. Anyhoo, I will be publishing three books this year, maybe four. But definitely three. And you all will be the first to know when. So stay tuned!
Okay, here is a new story for you called Revenge, Inc. Another 16-parter, so sit back and enjoy.
Hugs to all you lovely humans out there! I hope your weekend is fantastic!
Michelle
Target sighted, Fay crossed the expansive dining floor of Fleur, the hottest new restaurant in San Francisco.
Wearing her latest weapon, a sleek little black Prada cocktail dress, she sidled up to a table and glared down into the blue gaze of Peter Madden, CEO of Madden Computers, the billion dollar jewel of Silicon Valley.
She ignored his classic Grecian features, his perfect aquiline nose, square jaw and heavy brow. She was in character.
“You bastard!” she yelled loud enough for most of the tables in the vicinity to hear. “You two-timing creep!”
His eyes wide, jaw in his lap, he stammered, but said nothing intelligible.
“And you!” Fay said, swinging on his date: a petite blonde twenty-something. “How dare you! Before you go sleeping around with a man, you might want to find out if he has other women in his life. You should be ashamed of yourself!”
Peter’s brow went into a deep V, his eyes filled with fire. “I don’t know who the hell you are, but you’ve me mistaken for someone else—”
She burst into tears. “Peter! Why are you doing this to me?! You told me you loved me!” She collapsed down next to him in the booth, buried her head in her arms and howled.
“Miss! Please, I don’t know you!”
She lifted her head up to bawl in his face. “It’s the baby! The baby I’m worried about. Our baby!” She dropped her head to the table and sobbed.
“What the hell? Lady! I’m not who you think I am!”
“That’s it!” she yelled, leaping up on her feet once more. “You told me you wanted a child! So I got pregnant! You said you’d marry me! Just last Tuesday when we were on your stupid boat, The Charlemagne, you proposed! What happened to that?!”
The maitre ‘d appeared at her elbow. “Is there a problem?”
Finally! Took the jerk long enough.
She spun on the tall, Middle-Eastern-looking man. “Yes! There’s a problem! My fiancé is here with another woman! And I’m pregnant!”
Peter got up out of the booth, she was momentarily taken aback by his size, he had to be over six five.
He took the maitre ‘d by the arm. “Andre, I swear, I’ve never seen this woman before. I think she must have escaped from a lockdown facility.”
“Yeah! Our apartment! That’s where I escaped from! Fine! You want to cheat on me?! You want to break all your promises to me?! You want to get me pregnant and dump me?! Fine! I don’t want you, anyway, and neither does your son! That’s right! It’s a boy! A boy!” And with that, she pushed aside the maitre ‘d and stormed off.
As soon as she hit the street, she broke into a run. Around the next corner, she dove into the back of a white van. “Drive!”
Mitzi grinned. “You bet!” Her friend and business partner loved the new venture as much as she did.
Fay removed the Prada dress and hung it up in their makeshift dressing room in the back of the van. “Are the cops out there?”
“Oh, yeah. They’re looking all over. Oooo, along with Mr. Target. Man, he looks madder than a losing team’s coach. Wow. So, it went well?”
She pulled on a red t-shirt and some jeans. “Oh, God, it was so funny.” She laughed. “You should have seen the looks on their faces. Oh, and in that fancy place! God, that was fun.”
Fay grabbed a baseball cap, slipped it over her head and hopped into the front seat of the van. They were just past the restaurant. She looked in her side mirror. A couple cops with a very tall man in their midst stood outside the eatery.
“Oh, that was great!” she crowed. “Damn, I’d better get a bonus for that one.”
“Was the Chronicle lady there?” Mitzi asked.
“Oh, yeah. But goddamn, took the staff long enough to come over. I almost had to start recycling material.”
“So what did you say?”
Fay took off her cap and smoothed her long, dark hair. “God, I did kind of went far this time. I didn’t just pull the pregnancy thing, I named a gender.” She put the cap back on.
“You what?”
Fay shrugged. “It just slipped out. I was so into the scene, I really don’t remember everything, but suddenly I was talking about the guy’s baby boy. Christ.”
Mitzi giggled. “You are too much.”
“I just hope I was believable. Kind of went over the top. Oh, well, what’s done is done.” She reached for the clipboard on top of the dashboard. “Who’s next on our list tonight?”
“Ah, yes, man, remember the good ol’ days when we had only one job a night?”
Fay chuckled. “You mean last month?”
Mitzy had a dreamy look in her eye. “Yeah.”
Fay pushed on her shoulder. “We were also broke. At least I made my rent this month.”
“Me, too.” Mitzi gestured out the front window. “Who knew there were this many people who wanted revenge on their exes?”
“I had no idea how unhappy the upper classes were.”
Mitzi turned the corner and headed to their office. “Yeah, and we know one specific upper class guy who really isn’t happy right now.”
“I wonder what the girl said after I left.” Fay belly laughed.
Peter Madden’s jaw hurt from clenching it so tightly. The woman had disappeared. He’d run after her, but he’d been too late on the draw. He’d never experienced anything so disturbing in his life. After he made his report to the police—they hadn’t been very interested and he didn’t blame them—he straightened his tie and made his way back to his table.
All eyes were on him; his face grew hot. When he saw the gossip columnist for the local paper, he knew it was all over. This would be in the paper in the morning. He swore inwardly. This was all he needed. After that horrible divorce had splashed him over the papers, he’d hoped he’d be spared another public humiliation. Apparently not.
He knew he couldn’t avoid it, so he stopped briefly at the middle-aged woman’s table. “I didn’t know her. And that’s all I’m going to say on the subject. And if you want access to me in the future, I’d think carefully about what I wrote tonight.” With a cold glare of a warning at her, he turned and walked away before she could respond.
He kicked himself all the way to his table. He just provoked her. Good job, Pete.
Tiffany looked just as he expected her to: wary, upset. Barely covering her simmering fury. Great. No sex tonight, either. What a great night this was shaping up to be.
What the hell? This was the third unpleasant surprise this week. He was used to studying patterns and odds. This incident tonight tipped the scales. Something was going on. Someone was after him. He didn’t know why, but he knew one thing, he would get to the bottom of the problem.
©2011, Michelle Carlyle
Friday, January 14, 2011
Newbie, Part Fifteen and the Conclusion!!!
Hey Spankos!
Hope all is well with you. I have decided to give you the last two parts of Newbie today which will finish out the 16-parter. I hope you’ve enjoyed it. Next week, we start with a new story. And I have no idea what that will be. But it will be fun.
Just want to give a big shout out to my fans. You guys help me get up in the morning, help me continue writing, you are the reason I am here, writing this stuff and posting it. Soon, I’ll have more books out there for you to enjoy. This year will be a productive one. And I owe it all to you. Without my readers at Discipline and Desire and all my buddies out there in cyberspace, I don’t know what I’d do. Cry. Throw tantrums. Be depressed.
And an especially big shout out to Paul, PK, Jay Flame, Florida Dom, Bonnie at My Bottom Smarts, Dave at Cherry Red Report and all the wonderful people who leave such great comments on this blog. You guys are the BEST!
And of course, without Reesa Roberts at Discipline and Desire, none of this would be possible. If you haven’t joined Discipline and Desire, I urge you to do so. For very little money, you can read full stories from many amazing spanking writers like OTK Romance, Maren, Natty and ME. And the list goes on. Not to mention the fantastic, funny and wonderful artwork of Dave Wolfe.
So again, dear readers, I want to thank you for coming here weekly to read my stuff. Next week a new story!!! Yay!!!!!
You guys ROCK!!!! I love you all, very much!
I hope you have a fabulous weekend!
Michelle
Bill got a predator’s grin on his face and handed her the Punishment dice. “I can’t wait to see what you get here, baby. Five punishments! By the end of this, boy, will you be sorry. I just hope I can make it to the end before I attack you. This is going to be fun.”
She laughed at the glowing pleasure in his gaze. The man was the most awesome lover she’d ever had, always so focused on her joy.
She rolled up onto an elbow and threw the die with the card faces on it that would determine the implement. “Queen again, oh, dear.”
“The leather paddle!” he exclaimed, looking thrilled.
Angela had yet to draw that implement during their games; she wasn’t so sure it was a good thing. She’d been hoping for the riding crop.
“Now let’s see how many I get to give you, roll.”
She rolled the two numerical dice; she got a five and a one. She threw another single die—the multiplier—and got a three. Eighteen was still a pretty formidable number.
“Okay, baby, on your stomach. Here, let’s get that pillow under your hips so I can really get you good.”
He sounded way too happy about this. She hoped he didn’t slip and hit her too hard. Even though that thought turned her on. She loved his dominance. He was such a man’s man.
She got onto all fours; he reached for a down pillow and put it underneath her. She lay on top and got comfortable; her sex throbbing with anticipation. This was going to be extra fun after all those orgasms. She hoped that her earlier paddling wouldn’t diminish her fun. With any luck, her tenderness might even add to her pleasure.
The phone rang from his office. “Let’s ignore that,” he said. He reached into the nightstand drawer and withdrew the leather paddle.
Some man’s voice boomed out from the answering machine; but he was heavily accented and she couldn’t make out the words.
Bill tsked. “Honey, I’ll be right back, I forgot to turn that damn thing down.” He pushed off the bed and left the room.
Angela lay there, her ass high in the air, feeling deliciously naughty and vulnerable. Her sex was wet with lust; her bottom ached for her punishment. What a great day.
Bill’s voice came from his office; he’d picked up the phone? But why? Damn it, it must be important.
Rather than lose her mood, she drifted off into a fantasy where Bill punished her for being bad. He really let her have it with his hand; she got wetter and wetter as the imagined punishment built.
Her breathing grew heavier, she ground her hips into the pillow. When would he come in and really punish her? Stupid phone message.
Bill’s weight on the bed broke her out of her sexy reverie. Her pulse jumped; she couldn’t wait to feel that paddle on her bare butt.
He knelt beside her and locked his arm across her back. Which was weird, he’d never done that before. She wasn’t going anywhere, but maybe he just wanted to heighten their play.
He shifted his weight to one side which meant he was moving his arm back. She braced herself, excited they were back to their games.
Blistering pain to her sit spots awakened every nerve in her body, causing her to howl in anguish. What the hell?
“Bill!” she screamed. “What—“
She couldn’t even get out the rest of the sentence before horrible pain seared her ass. She bellowed in a deafening yowl. He was using the evil punishment paddle on her poor butt!
“That (swat) was (swat) the (swat) watch (swat) repair (swat) guy!” Swat, swat, swat!
She barely heard him over her earsplitting screams.
“Today?” he thundered, punctuating his demand with a horrid spank to her vulnerable butt. “You brought it in today?” Spank, spank, spank!
Angela nearly lost her mind from the excruciating pain. She tried to get away; he responded by wailing on her butt with the paddle in rapid-fire succession. She bellowed, then erupted in sobs.
“I’m sorry!” she cried, gasping for air, trying to control the awe-inspiring pain coming from her rear.
“You lied to me!” Thunderous spank; deafening scream.
He worked her ass with the heinous weapon, nailing the backs of her thighs, her sit spots; the entire area. Her legs shook with pain, her hands clenched the bedspread; her pillow was soaked with her tears.
“Going to Long’s, huh?” Smack! Overwhelming agony. “Watch is going to be ready in two weeks, huh?” Spank, spank, spank.
Convulsing with sobs, she couldn’t catch her breath before he spanked her another one with the torture device. This was the worst. When would he stop!
Again and again the paddle came down on her poor ass; she kicked and wailed and cried and screamed, but nothing would stop him.
One, then the other, he punished her bare cheeks with the flat of the harrowing wooden paddle. The suffering was more than she ever remembered enduring.
His torment went on; sit spots, the sides, her thighs; she couldn’t even get enough air in her lungs to scream.
All at once, he threw the paddle to the floor and took his arm off her back. She collapsed to the bed, sobbing her guts out.
“Get up!” he ordered sharply. “Get up and stand in that corner, now! Do it!”
Blinded by tears, dizzy, her head spinning, she somehow managed to push herself off the bed. She stumbled over to the corner, the movement causing a fresh wave of agony to course through her buns. She braced herself against the wall so she wouldn’t topple over, hot tears streaming down her face.
“Damn you, Angela! What is wrong with you? Why didn’t you just tell me? What the hell is with all this deception? I’m not the enemy here. I’m your husband. Why the hell didn’t you take that thing to the repair shop before today?”
“I f-f-f-forgot it. I brought it to w-w-w-ork and f-f-f-orgot it until you reminded me today,” she cried.
“Damn it. The watch is not this big of a deal. I wouldn’t have punished you for forgetting. You didn’t have to lie to me.”
“You punished me for forgetting the garbage.”
“Yeah, because you slacked off and the cat destroyed it and you’d lied to me about putting it away. It’s the lies, honey, the lies I hate. And all this deception. I’m not an ogre, you could have come to me. But instead, you act like some child and lie to me about going to Long’s. No wonder you didn’t have any bags when you got back. I noticed but figured you had the stuff in your purse. You didn’t even go. You went to work and brought the watch to the repair shop.”
“I’m sorry!” she wailed. “I didn’t want you to be mad at me! I can’t stand it when you’re mad at me!”
“So you lied and made me more mad? You aren’t making any sense!”
She had nothing else to say that wouldn’t get her in more trouble. He was right. She should have come to him. “I just hate disappointing you.”
“Lying to me disappoints me more than forgetting. I know you get busy at work, that’s all you had to say.”
“I’m sorry.”
“Just don’t freaking lie to me, Angela. It erodes the trust of the relationship.”
“I’m sorry.”
“You’d better be. Now instead of a nice afternoon, you’re being punished. When are you going to learn?”
“Right now.”
He stifled a chuckle. She knew he felt keeping up his stern act was important during punishments, but the way she said “right now” must have hit his funny bone. Which was good. If he was laughing, it meant he probably wouldn’t spank her again.
“Now you stay here and think about how bad you were.” He sighed heavily. “I’m going to go have a beer and try to calm down and forgive you.”
He left the room. Her tears subsided, but the aching sharpness to her buns wouldn’t. There would be no sitting in her future for long while.
Darn it, why didn’t she tell him? Why did she set this idiocy in motion? She hated his punishments, but even worse, she hated it when he was mad at her.
She sighed, wondering if he would get sick of her games and dump her. Which made tears sting her eyes again. Oh, this was miserable. Why didn’t she just tell him the truth? Next time, she would.
She had no idea how long she stood there before he came back. An hour at least. Her back hurt, her legs were tired, she was miserable by the time he walked into the room.
“Okay, on all fours on the bed now,” he rasped, his voice low and threatening.
She turned to look at him, wondering if he was going to spank her again. When she saw the lustful edge to his gaze, she relaxed. A second later, hope sprang within her. Was she going to get sex?
“Get over here, now,” he ordered.
She rushed over to him and climbed up on the bed on her hands and knees.
“End of the bed. Scoot down here.”
She obeyed quickly. He lightly ran his hands over her sore cheeks and down her aching thighs. While her skin was a bit raw, his touch felt divine. He stroked the inside of her thighs, igniting her clit. She got wet, fast. Again and again, he stroked her thighs, her burning buns.
“Oh, God, I love the sight of your bruised ass,” he said, his voice thick with longing. “Your tear-stained cheeks, that look of remorse in your eyes.” He ran his hand up her thigh until he hit Ground Zero. She jerked. He ran a finger around her clit, she started breathing heavily. “You like that, don’t you? My bad girl. Likes having her little clit teased. I’m gonna tease it all right. Tease you.”
He increased his pace, circling her clit faster and faster; she cried out with tortured hunger.
All at once, he stabbed into her sex with his proud tool, bottoming out on her g-spot, rocketing her so close to the edge, she yelled, “No! I don’t want come! Not yet!”
“Oh, but you will, baby,” he said, thrusting inside her deeply.
“Oh, Bill, I love you!” she screamed, her sex exploding into an earth-shattering, brain-melting orgasm. She punched the bed, shuddering, her body quaking, her mind a swirling mass of pain and pleasure, mostly pleasure.
“You will obey me, woman!” he commanded, plowing her depths. “I am your master!” He pulled out and slid back inside fast, she squealed with joy. “You don’t lie to me!” A fierce jab, his hips slapped her sore butt, sending shockwaves through her sex. She was right back to the edge again. “You obey me, and tell me the truth!” He thrust into her hard, again and again, launching her into another world; one of pure feeling and rapture.
Her sex detonated in a series of incredible orgasms. She pushed back against him, arching her back, delighting in the feel of his length inside her.
His hands around her waist, he pulled her back while throwing himself forward, slamming her full on, faster and faster. She rode with him all the way to the edge. When he released, he yelled something completely unintelligible, she wailed at the top of her lungs; exulting in the excruciating pleasure he brought her.
When he pulled out, she fell over onto the bed, working hard to get her breath back while tantalizing quivers of ecstasy rippled throughout her.
Bill collapsed next to her, bringing her close and crushing her in a sweaty embrace. Kissing the side of her face and nuzzling her, he said, “You’ll be a good girl from now on, won’t you, baby?”
She nodded. “Yes. Anything to avoid that paddle and your disappointment in me.”
“Good girl. I don’t want to be spanking you for anything other than fun. But you got me really fired up today, honey. Please don’t do that again. I need to trust you.”
“I won’t ever betray your trust again. I’ll just tell you if I screw up and forget something.”
“Good girl.”
Inwardly, she wondered if she’d ever be able to be completely straight with him. As she rubbed her painful ass, she hoped so. But knowing her and her past, it wasn’t going to be easy.
©2010, Michelle Carlyle
Hope all is well with you. I have decided to give you the last two parts of Newbie today which will finish out the 16-parter. I hope you’ve enjoyed it. Next week, we start with a new story. And I have no idea what that will be. But it will be fun.
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Michelle
Bill got a predator’s grin on his face and handed her the Punishment dice. “I can’t wait to see what you get here, baby. Five punishments! By the end of this, boy, will you be sorry. I just hope I can make it to the end before I attack you. This is going to be fun.”
She laughed at the glowing pleasure in his gaze. The man was the most awesome lover she’d ever had, always so focused on her joy.
She rolled up onto an elbow and threw the die with the card faces on it that would determine the implement. “Queen again, oh, dear.”
“The leather paddle!” he exclaimed, looking thrilled.
Angela had yet to draw that implement during their games; she wasn’t so sure it was a good thing. She’d been hoping for the riding crop.
“Now let’s see how many I get to give you, roll.”
She rolled the two numerical dice; she got a five and a one. She threw another single die—the multiplier—and got a three. Eighteen was still a pretty formidable number.
“Okay, baby, on your stomach. Here, let’s get that pillow under your hips so I can really get you good.”
He sounded way too happy about this. She hoped he didn’t slip and hit her too hard. Even though that thought turned her on. She loved his dominance. He was such a man’s man.
She got onto all fours; he reached for a down pillow and put it underneath her. She lay on top and got comfortable; her sex throbbing with anticipation. This was going to be extra fun after all those orgasms. She hoped that her earlier paddling wouldn’t diminish her fun. With any luck, her tenderness might even add to her pleasure.
The phone rang from his office. “Let’s ignore that,” he said. He reached into the nightstand drawer and withdrew the leather paddle.
Some man’s voice boomed out from the answering machine; but he was heavily accented and she couldn’t make out the words.
Bill tsked. “Honey, I’ll be right back, I forgot to turn that damn thing down.” He pushed off the bed and left the room.
Angela lay there, her ass high in the air, feeling deliciously naughty and vulnerable. Her sex was wet with lust; her bottom ached for her punishment. What a great day.
Bill’s voice came from his office; he’d picked up the phone? But why? Damn it, it must be important.
Rather than lose her mood, she drifted off into a fantasy where Bill punished her for being bad. He really let her have it with his hand; she got wetter and wetter as the imagined punishment built.
Her breathing grew heavier, she ground her hips into the pillow. When would he come in and really punish her? Stupid phone message.
Bill’s weight on the bed broke her out of her sexy reverie. Her pulse jumped; she couldn’t wait to feel that paddle on her bare butt.
He knelt beside her and locked his arm across her back. Which was weird, he’d never done that before. She wasn’t going anywhere, but maybe he just wanted to heighten their play.
He shifted his weight to one side which meant he was moving his arm back. She braced herself, excited they were back to their games.
Blistering pain to her sit spots awakened every nerve in her body, causing her to howl in anguish. What the hell?
“Bill!” she screamed. “What—“
She couldn’t even get out the rest of the sentence before horrible pain seared her ass. She bellowed in a deafening yowl. He was using the evil punishment paddle on her poor butt!
“That (swat) was (swat) the (swat) watch (swat) repair (swat) guy!” Swat, swat, swat!
She barely heard him over her earsplitting screams.
“Today?” he thundered, punctuating his demand with a horrid spank to her vulnerable butt. “You brought it in today?” Spank, spank, spank!
Angela nearly lost her mind from the excruciating pain. She tried to get away; he responded by wailing on her butt with the paddle in rapid-fire succession. She bellowed, then erupted in sobs.
“I’m sorry!” she cried, gasping for air, trying to control the awe-inspiring pain coming from her rear.
“You lied to me!” Thunderous spank; deafening scream.
He worked her ass with the heinous weapon, nailing the backs of her thighs, her sit spots; the entire area. Her legs shook with pain, her hands clenched the bedspread; her pillow was soaked with her tears.
“Going to Long’s, huh?” Smack! Overwhelming agony. “Watch is going to be ready in two weeks, huh?” Spank, spank, spank.
Convulsing with sobs, she couldn’t catch her breath before he spanked her another one with the torture device. This was the worst. When would he stop!
Again and again the paddle came down on her poor ass; she kicked and wailed and cried and screamed, but nothing would stop him.
One, then the other, he punished her bare cheeks with the flat of the harrowing wooden paddle. The suffering was more than she ever remembered enduring.
His torment went on; sit spots, the sides, her thighs; she couldn’t even get enough air in her lungs to scream.
All at once, he threw the paddle to the floor and took his arm off her back. She collapsed to the bed, sobbing her guts out.
“Get up!” he ordered sharply. “Get up and stand in that corner, now! Do it!”
Blinded by tears, dizzy, her head spinning, she somehow managed to push herself off the bed. She stumbled over to the corner, the movement causing a fresh wave of agony to course through her buns. She braced herself against the wall so she wouldn’t topple over, hot tears streaming down her face.
“Damn you, Angela! What is wrong with you? Why didn’t you just tell me? What the hell is with all this deception? I’m not the enemy here. I’m your husband. Why the hell didn’t you take that thing to the repair shop before today?”
“I f-f-f-forgot it. I brought it to w-w-w-ork and f-f-f-orgot it until you reminded me today,” she cried.
“Damn it. The watch is not this big of a deal. I wouldn’t have punished you for forgetting. You didn’t have to lie to me.”
“You punished me for forgetting the garbage.”
“Yeah, because you slacked off and the cat destroyed it and you’d lied to me about putting it away. It’s the lies, honey, the lies I hate. And all this deception. I’m not an ogre, you could have come to me. But instead, you act like some child and lie to me about going to Long’s. No wonder you didn’t have any bags when you got back. I noticed but figured you had the stuff in your purse. You didn’t even go. You went to work and brought the watch to the repair shop.”
“I’m sorry!” she wailed. “I didn’t want you to be mad at me! I can’t stand it when you’re mad at me!”
“So you lied and made me more mad? You aren’t making any sense!”
She had nothing else to say that wouldn’t get her in more trouble. He was right. She should have come to him. “I just hate disappointing you.”
“Lying to me disappoints me more than forgetting. I know you get busy at work, that’s all you had to say.”
“I’m sorry.”
“Just don’t freaking lie to me, Angela. It erodes the trust of the relationship.”
“I’m sorry.”
“You’d better be. Now instead of a nice afternoon, you’re being punished. When are you going to learn?”
“Right now.”
He stifled a chuckle. She knew he felt keeping up his stern act was important during punishments, but the way she said “right now” must have hit his funny bone. Which was good. If he was laughing, it meant he probably wouldn’t spank her again.
“Now you stay here and think about how bad you were.” He sighed heavily. “I’m going to go have a beer and try to calm down and forgive you.”
He left the room. Her tears subsided, but the aching sharpness to her buns wouldn’t. There would be no sitting in her future for long while.
Darn it, why didn’t she tell him? Why did she set this idiocy in motion? She hated his punishments, but even worse, she hated it when he was mad at her.
She sighed, wondering if he would get sick of her games and dump her. Which made tears sting her eyes again. Oh, this was miserable. Why didn’t she just tell him the truth? Next time, she would.
She had no idea how long she stood there before he came back. An hour at least. Her back hurt, her legs were tired, she was miserable by the time he walked into the room.
“Okay, on all fours on the bed now,” he rasped, his voice low and threatening.
She turned to look at him, wondering if he was going to spank her again. When she saw the lustful edge to his gaze, she relaxed. A second later, hope sprang within her. Was she going to get sex?
“Get over here, now,” he ordered.
She rushed over to him and climbed up on the bed on her hands and knees.
“End of the bed. Scoot down here.”
She obeyed quickly. He lightly ran his hands over her sore cheeks and down her aching thighs. While her skin was a bit raw, his touch felt divine. He stroked the inside of her thighs, igniting her clit. She got wet, fast. Again and again, he stroked her thighs, her burning buns.
“Oh, God, I love the sight of your bruised ass,” he said, his voice thick with longing. “Your tear-stained cheeks, that look of remorse in your eyes.” He ran his hand up her thigh until he hit Ground Zero. She jerked. He ran a finger around her clit, she started breathing heavily. “You like that, don’t you? My bad girl. Likes having her little clit teased. I’m gonna tease it all right. Tease you.”
He increased his pace, circling her clit faster and faster; she cried out with tortured hunger.
All at once, he stabbed into her sex with his proud tool, bottoming out on her g-spot, rocketing her so close to the edge, she yelled, “No! I don’t want come! Not yet!”
“Oh, but you will, baby,” he said, thrusting inside her deeply.
“Oh, Bill, I love you!” she screamed, her sex exploding into an earth-shattering, brain-melting orgasm. She punched the bed, shuddering, her body quaking, her mind a swirling mass of pain and pleasure, mostly pleasure.
“You will obey me, woman!” he commanded, plowing her depths. “I am your master!” He pulled out and slid back inside fast, she squealed with joy. “You don’t lie to me!” A fierce jab, his hips slapped her sore butt, sending shockwaves through her sex. She was right back to the edge again. “You obey me, and tell me the truth!” He thrust into her hard, again and again, launching her into another world; one of pure feeling and rapture.
Her sex detonated in a series of incredible orgasms. She pushed back against him, arching her back, delighting in the feel of his length inside her.
His hands around her waist, he pulled her back while throwing himself forward, slamming her full on, faster and faster. She rode with him all the way to the edge. When he released, he yelled something completely unintelligible, she wailed at the top of her lungs; exulting in the excruciating pleasure he brought her.
When he pulled out, she fell over onto the bed, working hard to get her breath back while tantalizing quivers of ecstasy rippled throughout her.
Bill collapsed next to her, bringing her close and crushing her in a sweaty embrace. Kissing the side of her face and nuzzling her, he said, “You’ll be a good girl from now on, won’t you, baby?”
She nodded. “Yes. Anything to avoid that paddle and your disappointment in me.”
“Good girl. I don’t want to be spanking you for anything other than fun. But you got me really fired up today, honey. Please don’t do that again. I need to trust you.”
“I won’t ever betray your trust again. I’ll just tell you if I screw up and forget something.”
“Good girl.”
Inwardly, she wondered if she’d ever be able to be completely straight with him. As she rubbed her painful ass, she hoped so. But knowing her and her past, it wasn’t going to be easy.
©2010, Michelle Carlyle
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