Rigged For A Spanking

Spanky Humans!!!

Dear God, I am tired. Hubby and I had massive sex last night and when I’m having massive sex, I normally like to sip (read: guzzle) alcoholic beverages throughout. Usually because I’m screaming so much, my throat needs the help. And all those hormones are raging and I’m having so much fun, I have no idea what I’m drinking and soon I realize that I hit the three-drink mark and then I’m screwed, no pun intended. Three=tired and not very good sleep. But I shouldn’t complain. It was worth it!!!! Whoo-hooooo!

And I think I had some port, too. No wonder my walk was a lot less pleasurable this AM.

Oh, well, I’ll drink a boatload of tea and water and will be fine tonight when Hubby returns home to the sex nest. Whoo-hoo!!! Weeeeeeeekennnnnddddd!

So weird. This Saturday is the anniversary of when I lost my virginity, 32 years ago. And completely unplanned, the man who did the job happens to be coming to dinner. I just realized that. I was like, “Hmmm, July 10. That rings a bell.” Then it hit me. Then I realized that he and his wife were coming over. I don’t think I’ll mention it. Either that or after a few drinks, I’ll casually mention to him, “Hey, you have something of mine you took 32 years ago today and I want it back.” HEEEEE! Poor guy. He’d cough and sputter and turn red. But I wouldn’t say it in front of my husband or his wife. Talk about a conversation stopper.

Why do women remember dates so well? Maybe it’s just me. Does anyone else know the day they lost their virginity? Or am I crazy? I’d love to hear from you guys on the subject. Do you remember when you lost your virginity? And do you still know where your old lover is? I’d love to know.

Here’s a new story for you, Rigged for a Spanking, a continuance of the Lila and Zane saga soon to be found in my upcoming release, Hanky Spanky.

Love to all you great people out there,
Michelle

Lila lay naked on her stomach watching television in her hotel room. She and her rock star husband Zane had just made love, he went off to take a shower and she turned on the tube. But she wasn’t watching just any show, she was watching herself. The news was on and she was the star of the show. She watched as she clung to the side of the hotel, about a hundred feet up while the rescue workers tried to help her. She hadn’t realized how utterly stupid it was until that moment. It was amazing what tequila did to her. She remembered thinking it was no big deal. But she easily could have died. She watched as the police and firemen saved her. The scene cut to a shot of Zane’s publicist giving an update about “Mrs. Black’s health” reporting that Lila was fine and has no more plans to climb anything.

The reporter finished by saying Lila was out on bail, but all the charges had been dropped by the hotel. Mrs. Black would probably have to pay a fine, but would serve no jail time for the “stunt.” The newslady wondered if the circus had any job openings for Mrs. Black. Hardy-har-har.

Lila suddenly jumped and shrieked with pain. Zane had snuck up on her and spanked her a good one across her very sore buns.

“Ow!” she said, rubbing her very sore behind. “Zane, you already spanked me.”

Her longhaired rocker husband furrowed his dark brow at her, his green gaze searing hers. “Not enough. What are you doing watching yourself on TV?”

She shrugged. “I can’t help it, I’m everywhere.”

Zane jumped onto the bed, pinned her to the mattress and laid several more spanks on her bruised rear. She tried to get away, but it was useless. Not only was he monstrously sized—six seven and two-hundred-and-seventy-five pounds of solid muscle—he was amazingly adept at wrestling. She never stood a chance with him.

She cried out and tried to fight him, but he had her right where he wanted her. Now laughing, he spanked her blazing buns with gusto.

“Stop it! I already paid! Owwww! Zane, stop!”

“You haven’t paid nearly enough for almost killing yourself and getting all this stupid publicity,” he told her, spanking each bun in turn. He was hurting her, but not hitting her nearly as hard as earlier that day.

He stopped spanking her, flipped her over onto her back and kissed her, hard. Angry, she tried to push him away, but he grabbed her arms and pinned them above her head. He began chewing on her neck. She squealed and tried to get away, but he had her.

Grinning down at her, he maneuvered on top of her and began teasing her with this rock-hard tool. “Little girl is gonna get more than she bargained for.”

Her anger began to turn to lust. “You big butthead, get off me!”

“Did you say get off?” he said, dry-humping her. “Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah, she’s my baby!” he yelled, pretending to come. He laughed, let go of her wrists, lay down on top of her and hugged her.

“You’re crushing me,” she complained. She began tickling him.

He chuckled, spread her legs with his knees and entered her suddenly. He pretended to be shocked. “How did that happen?” he asked. A lusty grin came over his handsome face. “I think I left something inside you, is it there?” he asked, thrusting into her.

She began to lose her train of thought.

“Or is it there?” He gave it to her good. “Or… there?” A big thrust.

The joking ended quickly, lust came to the foreground. She lifted her legs to give him better access. He groaned and threw himself into her, leaning down to kiss her while he rammed into her.

Overcome by his lovemaking, Lila screamed into his mouth, coming hard. Zane didn’t skip a beat, he powered into her straight on, and then did a circular motion with his amazing hips. Building quickly, she grabbed his steely buns and pulled him further inside.

He made some unintelligible sounds, she could tell by the glazed look in his eye, he was fighting coming. But she was gonna make him come. She lifted her hips and brought his head down so she could kiss him. She teased his lips with her tongue, grabbed his hips harder and yanked on him.

“No… Lila, don’t… I… can’t…” he begged, beginning to lose it.

She thrust her tongue into his mouth and moved against him faster. That was it. Zane’s eyes rolled back into his head and he let out a yell that could wake the dead as he slammed into her, climaxing.

His final thrusts sent her over the edge once more; she threw her head back against the pillows and yelled her fool head off, relishing every last motion of her husband.

He finally fell beside her, sweaty and laughing. He grabbed her and brought her to him, kissing her long, hard and deep. When he pulled away, he winked at her.

“Damn woman, I’ve never had sex like this in my life. Not this often and this much fun. You are such a perfect playmate. I’m so glad I married you.”

“I love you, Zane.”

“I love you, baby. So much. And even though I hate what you did when you first got here, I’m so glad you’re here with me. I missed you so much in the past two weeks. Felt like my heart was breaking the whole time. How long can you stay with us?”

“Another week or so.”

“Really?”

“Really, honey.”

Zane brightened up at the news of her staying the week, his green eyes lit with excitement and surprise. He embraced her, hard.

“Zane, I need to breathe,” she rasped.

“Sorry, baby,” he said, releasing her some. He kissed her again, she melted against the mattress.

“You can quit, you know,” he said.

“I know honey, you make the offer daily. I know how much you make.” He made ten to fifteen million a year. “And I’ll give you my same reply. It’s my business, I’ve worked so hard to build it up, I got a great rep with all those high-end advertising agencies, I got it made. Totally funds my art photography.”

“I can fund your art photography.”

“But half my work is inspired by hating the other stuff.”

He laughed. “You are freakin’ crazy, honey.”

“And your point?”

He grabbed her, hugged her and playfully chewed on her neck. She squealed.

©2007, Michelle Carlyle

(Note to readers: Normally I have a great cliff hanger here, but obviously not this week. But next week’s post will set up a very…um…interesting problem for Lila. So stay tuned!)