The Motivator, Part Four

Hey Spanko Friends!

Gotta make this short, my computer died yesterday and for some miraculous reason it’s working right now, but I don’t trust it. I went out and bought a new one (AAAAUUGGGHHH!!!-there went my trip to a conference in Arizona in April), but Mr. Carlyle needs to help me set it up. And he’s super busy with his new job. At least I didn’t lose any data. I thought I’d lost a good 100 hours of work, but thankfully, no. Whew!

Anyhoo, here’s Part Four of the Motivator (out of 8 parts). I hope you enjoy.

Big hugs,
Michelle


“You agree to this arrangement, and honey, I will hold you to whatever promise you make to me,” Curt warned. “Just remember this: I will never fault you for knowing your limits and keeping to an easy schedule, but whatever agreement you make, whatever promise you make to me, you’d better be prepared to come through. The consequences can be quite…”

“Painful.”

He grinned. “Yes.”

Heather clutched her drink a bit harder. “Oh, dear.”

“Why do I like scaring you? You have this lovely wide-eyed look of terror you get in your eyes. Yet, I can tell you really aren’t scared of me.”

“It’s a weird dichotomy isn’t it?”

“Yes, it is. Quite intriguing, really.”

“Yeah, well, Curt, you intrigue me, too.”

He smiled, like a cat that ate the canary. “I can tell.”

“Cheeky bastard, aren’t you?”

He grinned widely. “Yes. And you’re quite saucy yourself.”

“And impudent at times. Definitely defiant. Yet, I have accomplished a lot. I just hit this… zone. This… wall. I want to move forward, yet… I just can’t seem to summon up the oomfph to do it.”

“I think I can help you there.”

“I’m just wondering if I have the guts to actually make an agreement with you.”

“It’s a question you have to ask yourself. You take me on, you’re taking on more than you have, I think, ever.”

“But I do like a challenge.”

He grinned. “So do I. I will win, you know.”

“I’m counting on it.”


He insisted they go back to her apartment. “I need to see the whole thing so I can help you make your goals list.”

“This is super humiliating.”

“I won’t think any less of you. Let’s just see the whole unvarnished truth about you, shall we?”

“Oh, God.”

“Oh, my,” he said when he saw her living room.

“It gets worse. This is the clean part of the house.”

“How do you live in this?”

“I don’t. I run in, drop stuff off and run out.”

“Oh, so you don’t have a house, you have a closet.”

“Right. I didn’t always live like this.”

“Really?” he asked.

“No. I… I actually hate this.”

“Good. A good sign.”

“Are you a neat freak?”

“I am no freak. But I do like order.”

“I did.”

“I think you really do need my help.”

They sat down and made up a huge grid of goals and timelines for each. He insisted on cutting her goals list in half and lengthening the time by double than what she originally budgeted.

“You don’t have much faith in me, do you?” she asked.

“No, on the contrary, I have a great deal of faith in you or I wouldn’t be here. I saw your resume at work, I know what you’ve done, you’ve just lost your way, that’s all. No, that’s why I want this schedule to be easy to accomplish, I want you to succeed.”

She smiled. “That’s encouraging to hear.”

“I want to motivate you, not discourage you. And if you make too ambitious of a schedule, all you’re doing is setting yourself up for failure. And you don’t want to do that.”

“Okay. Thanks. I think I can do this.”

He grinned, his blue eyes twinkling at her. “Of course you can. Now sign here so we’re very clear on what your promises are.” He pointed to a place on the bottom of the goal list for the week.

“Okie-dokie,” she said.

As she signed her signature, some part of her felt like she was on a conveyor belt that led straight to some unknown, but very scary future. But as she glanced up into his eyes for reassurance, she found it waiting for her. He was a good man. Above everything, she could tell this was a man on the up-and-up, a man she could count on, a man who would be there for her.

But there was that other side to the guy. This was a man you did not cross. You did not lie to him, you didn’t try to pull anything on the man, or you would come out on the short end of the stick.

“Well, I’m going to get going.” He took her by the hand. “Heather… I would love nothing more than to seduce you right now. But… I want to take things slowly with you. I… think we have the start of something special and I want to make sure that we don’t rush it and blow it. And I also want you to take this program seriously. If we got involved too fast, I’m afraid it might not help you. I don’t want to make a mistake here. I’ve done it in the past and I don’t want to repeat it. I don’t know if you feel the same way I do—“

“I do.”

He smiled. “I thought so.”

He leaned in and kissed her. Ka-pow! Serious chemistry. Serious electricity, serious feet tingling going on. His tongue gently explored her entire mouth, then he let loose with a ferocity that made her nearly swoon.

When he pulled away, she was so dizzy, he had to steady her. Which made him laugh.

“You are adorable, aren’t you?” he said.

She could only beam.

“Oh, one more thing,” he said.

Without quite knowing how it happened, Heather found herself across the man’s lap on her couch with her arm up behind her back, her ass high in the air.

“Curt?”

“I just want you to get a sample of what would happen if you didn’t come through for yourself. If you don’t accomplish your goals.”

“I think I can imagine!”

“No, you can’t. Besides, I wouldn’t think of depriving myself of the privilege. If you’d read what you’d signed closely you would have seen the provision for pre-punishments.” She could hear the smile in his voice. He was both teasing her and making a point. He wanted her to understand that he took the bargain seriously. And he also wanted to play.

Whack! A sharp, firm slap to her upturned behind. It smarted, but it didn’t hurt that bad. She was a little surprised to realize that it kind of turned her on. Smack! A bit sharper. But the reverberations sent shockwaves through her entire sex. This was fun. Wow. Curt proceeded to administer a very powerful, yet not too painful spanking. It was really fun, actually. A bit painful, but that just served to heighten the sensations rocking her clit. This man knew how to do it.

But she could also tell he was going easy on her. If he wanted to, he could make this whole thing very, very unpleasant. She hoped she could come through. She hoped she wouldn’t blow it. While he turned her on, this was a man she couldn’t con. All her other men were pushovers. This guy was a warrior. An alpha male. Someone you didn’t push around. If she blew it, he would make her pay.

Which made him far more exciting than any other man she’d ever known. She wanted this guy. In a big, bad way.

He finished the spanking, let her up and kissed her hard. Then he simply got up, went to the door and left. Leaving her standing there, stunned.

She’d never wanted a man more. Ever.

©2008, Michelle Carlyle