Sorry I missed the whole Love My Lurkers Day on October 20. I get all caught up in work and forget to keep in touch with Bonnie and the rest of the gang. So clearly, a spanking is in order. Just wanted to let you all know how much I appreciate you, whether or not you comment. I'm so glad you like my work enough to stop back by here regularly, you are the reason I work so hard at my spanking fiction. Love you guys. Lurkers ROCK!
Michelle The Lurker Lover
P.S. And if you comment once in a while, it does help to keep me motivated! Love to hear from my readers!
Friday, October 29, 2010
Newbie, Part Four
Hey You Out There!
Okay, I couldn’t finish reading this week’s post because the story makes me too horny and Hubby just left to go to work. Arg! While I’m getting more writing done, I miss having him at home. Man, he was handy for “research.”
Okay, another exciting week in Michelle Land. Meaning, I’ve written a bunch of stuff and taken a bunch of walks and did the dishes and made the bed, but mostly I’ve been watching the World Series. GOOOOOOO GIANTS!!!!!!!!!!!!! Whooo-hoooo! They are kicking ASS!!! I can’t believe how excited everyone is in the Bay Area. Everywhere I go, I see orange and black and everyone is happy. Amazing. This area really needed a shot in the arm of happiness, let me tell you. With 2 out of 5 households with someone unemployed, it’s been pretty dismal around here. What’s even more amazing is how diverse our populous is and how baseball has brought us all together. Really cool.
Now let’s see how they do in Texas. Too bad I’m gonna miss most of the game on Saturday, but there’s always highlights. But the funniest thing? I don’t even like sports. But I’m loving these games.
Anyway, hope all is well with you and here is the next installment of Newbie.
Hugs,
Michelle
“Ow—ohhh!” The pain melted into wonderful longing; Angela writhed in his lap.
“No moving!” he said, thundering into her ass with fiery strikes. Her mind didn’t know where to go; she was torn between pain and pleasure—tantalizing feelings that verged on climax—she’d never been more confused nor so aching to come.
Bill stopped and rubbed her ass while lightly tickling her clit. “Don’t come, baby, or I’ll really let you have it.”
“Oh, Bill, I’m so close. So close,” she moaned.
While he teased Ground Zero, he slid his hand down between her legs and slipped a finger inside her, sending shockwaves of lust throughout her body. Balling her fists and clenching her teeth, she fought off her impending orgasm with everything she had.
“Oh, baby, you are wet, aren’t you?” She could hear the smile in his voice, but her thoughts were so topsy-turvy, swirling with the most painful desire she’d ever felt, she could barely comprehend his words.
Her sex pulsed with longing; every thrust of his finger brought her closer and closer to the edge. How long could she stand this?
She poised, right on the edge, lost in a vortex of want, trying desperately to stave off her climax.
In one quick motion, he removed his finger from her sex and laid a solid spank across her sit spots. Her sex detonated into the most powerful orgasm she’d ever experienced—it felt like her head got blown completely off her shoulders. She screamed a deafening roar, bucking wildly against his hand, thrashing so hard, he had to fight to keep her on his lap.
She cried out for a long time, grinding against his hand, her entire body throbbing with spent desire.
Right as she got her breath back, he laid into her ass with formidable spanks; sending shockwave after shockwave through her sex; causing her to have little extra mini-orgasms with each strike. She reeled. All this from a spanking? This was crazy!
He spanked the top of her ass, then rained down on her sit spots with fiery hits. She squealed with delight and shuddered from the spectacular ecstasy the spanks brought her. She began anticipating the swats, raising her ass higher in the air, encouraging him to spank her harder. He obliged until he was full on spanking her; she relished every single slap to her upturned bottom.
Abruptly, he stopped, picked her up off his lap and tossed her back onto the bed on her back. Diving between her legs, a hungry, dark and wicked look in his eye, he ripped her panties all the way off and assaulted her clit with his amazing tongue.
Two seconds of that and she shot off to the moon, bucking up against him, writhing against the softness of his comforter. Growling, he pinned her to the bed and tormented her, bringing her to more climaxes than she could count.
Lost in a sea of tortured longing and exquisite stimulation; she was barely aware that he’d stopped and moved off the bed. Pressing her hand to her sex—almost on auto-pilot—she moved against herself, moaning, until he pushed her legs apart and entered her.
As soon as his hard tool hit her g-spot, she was gone. Bellowing at the top of her lungs, she became like an animal; she clawed at him, punched up at him, some part of her wanted to tear the flesh from his body and eat him alive.
Grabbing her wrists, he pinned them up above her head, his gaze harsh, his expression fierce. He drove inside her, harder and harder; she screamed and lost all touch with reality. Images of him came at her in bits; his chest, his hard tool, his blue gaze burning into her like laser-beams. All she could do was come. And come again. And come some more. Climax after climax rocked her body, she couldn’t breathe, she could only cry out.
Right when she began to gray out from hyperventilating, he plunged inside her even more deeply; his tool becoming even harder and bigger. He screamed loud and long, his body jerking with his release, grinding his hips into her, his screams turning to growls as he finished.
He released his grip on her wrists and collapsed beside her; breathing heavy; covered in sweat.
It took her a good long time to come to; she concentrated on getting her breath back and gradually, the room came into focus.
She shook her head to get sense back into it and looked over at him. His gaze caught hers and they both began laughing.
“Okay, I guess you could say I like spanking,” she said.
He laughed harder and reached out for her. She rolled over and he took her in his arms and kissed her. When he pulled away he winked at her. “Wow, honey, you’re an animal. You just keep getting crazier and crazier—man, you are one hot little firecracker is what you are. I feel like I won the lottery with you, girl.”
“You? Me. I’ve never had sex like this in my life. I thought I was frigid.”
He burst out laughing so loudly, it almost hurt her ears. “Oh, that’s a good one. Frigid. Your ex was an asshole, honey. And an idiot.”
“Can’t argue with you there.”
“I thought he was a jerk the first time I met him. Now I really think he’s a jerk.”
“No more than I do.”
Bill rolled up onto his elbow and smiled at her. “Have I told you how much I love you?”
His words hit her like a frying pan upside the head. She could only stare at him with her mouth open. He’d never said the “L” word before. Bill always played his emotional cards close to his vest. She’d fallen in love with him that first week, but didn’t let him know that. Tears stung her eyes.
His brow furrowed; worry lines appeared around his mouth. “Did I just blow it?” he asked. “I thought you—“
She attacked him with a kiss, cutting him off mid-sentence. She pulled away, tears streaming down her cheeks. “Oh, Bill, I love you so much it feels like my heart is about to explode!”
His shocked expression quickly turned to amusement. He laughed and crushed her in a hug. “You scared me there for a second, honey. I thought you were gonna tell me you didn’t think of me that way.”
“Uh, no. I’ve freakin’ loved you from that first week we were together.”
“Really? Me, too.”
She pushed him away, to stare at him, slack-jawed. “You did?”
“I sure did. Now come here, we got some celebrating to do,” he said, bringing her to him, his mouth closing over hers.
©2010, Michelle Carlyle
Okay, I couldn’t finish reading this week’s post because the story makes me too horny and Hubby just left to go to work. Arg! While I’m getting more writing done, I miss having him at home. Man, he was handy for “research.”
Okay, another exciting week in Michelle Land. Meaning, I’ve written a bunch of stuff and taken a bunch of walks and did the dishes and made the bed, but mostly I’ve been watching the World Series. GOOOOOOO GIANTS!!!!!!!!!!!!! Whooo-hoooo! They are kicking ASS!!! I can’t believe how excited everyone is in the Bay Area. Everywhere I go, I see orange and black and everyone is happy. Amazing. This area really needed a shot in the arm of happiness, let me tell you. With 2 out of 5 households with someone unemployed, it’s been pretty dismal around here. What’s even more amazing is how diverse our populous is and how baseball has brought us all together. Really cool.
Now let’s see how they do in Texas. Too bad I’m gonna miss most of the game on Saturday, but there’s always highlights. But the funniest thing? I don’t even like sports. But I’m loving these games.
Anyway, hope all is well with you and here is the next installment of Newbie.
Hugs,
Michelle
“Ow—ohhh!” The pain melted into wonderful longing; Angela writhed in his lap.
“No moving!” he said, thundering into her ass with fiery strikes. Her mind didn’t know where to go; she was torn between pain and pleasure—tantalizing feelings that verged on climax—she’d never been more confused nor so aching to come.
Bill stopped and rubbed her ass while lightly tickling her clit. “Don’t come, baby, or I’ll really let you have it.”
“Oh, Bill, I’m so close. So close,” she moaned.
While he teased Ground Zero, he slid his hand down between her legs and slipped a finger inside her, sending shockwaves of lust throughout her body. Balling her fists and clenching her teeth, she fought off her impending orgasm with everything she had.
“Oh, baby, you are wet, aren’t you?” She could hear the smile in his voice, but her thoughts were so topsy-turvy, swirling with the most painful desire she’d ever felt, she could barely comprehend his words.
Her sex pulsed with longing; every thrust of his finger brought her closer and closer to the edge. How long could she stand this?
She poised, right on the edge, lost in a vortex of want, trying desperately to stave off her climax.
In one quick motion, he removed his finger from her sex and laid a solid spank across her sit spots. Her sex detonated into the most powerful orgasm she’d ever experienced—it felt like her head got blown completely off her shoulders. She screamed a deafening roar, bucking wildly against his hand, thrashing so hard, he had to fight to keep her on his lap.
She cried out for a long time, grinding against his hand, her entire body throbbing with spent desire.
Right as she got her breath back, he laid into her ass with formidable spanks; sending shockwave after shockwave through her sex; causing her to have little extra mini-orgasms with each strike. She reeled. All this from a spanking? This was crazy!
He spanked the top of her ass, then rained down on her sit spots with fiery hits. She squealed with delight and shuddered from the spectacular ecstasy the spanks brought her. She began anticipating the swats, raising her ass higher in the air, encouraging him to spank her harder. He obliged until he was full on spanking her; she relished every single slap to her upturned bottom.
Abruptly, he stopped, picked her up off his lap and tossed her back onto the bed on her back. Diving between her legs, a hungry, dark and wicked look in his eye, he ripped her panties all the way off and assaulted her clit with his amazing tongue.
Two seconds of that and she shot off to the moon, bucking up against him, writhing against the softness of his comforter. Growling, he pinned her to the bed and tormented her, bringing her to more climaxes than she could count.
Lost in a sea of tortured longing and exquisite stimulation; she was barely aware that he’d stopped and moved off the bed. Pressing her hand to her sex—almost on auto-pilot—she moved against herself, moaning, until he pushed her legs apart and entered her.
As soon as his hard tool hit her g-spot, she was gone. Bellowing at the top of her lungs, she became like an animal; she clawed at him, punched up at him, some part of her wanted to tear the flesh from his body and eat him alive.
Grabbing her wrists, he pinned them up above her head, his gaze harsh, his expression fierce. He drove inside her, harder and harder; she screamed and lost all touch with reality. Images of him came at her in bits; his chest, his hard tool, his blue gaze burning into her like laser-beams. All she could do was come. And come again. And come some more. Climax after climax rocked her body, she couldn’t breathe, she could only cry out.
Right when she began to gray out from hyperventilating, he plunged inside her even more deeply; his tool becoming even harder and bigger. He screamed loud and long, his body jerking with his release, grinding his hips into her, his screams turning to growls as he finished.
He released his grip on her wrists and collapsed beside her; breathing heavy; covered in sweat.
It took her a good long time to come to; she concentrated on getting her breath back and gradually, the room came into focus.
She shook her head to get sense back into it and looked over at him. His gaze caught hers and they both began laughing.
“Okay, I guess you could say I like spanking,” she said.
He laughed harder and reached out for her. She rolled over and he took her in his arms and kissed her. When he pulled away he winked at her. “Wow, honey, you’re an animal. You just keep getting crazier and crazier—man, you are one hot little firecracker is what you are. I feel like I won the lottery with you, girl.”
“You? Me. I’ve never had sex like this in my life. I thought I was frigid.”
He burst out laughing so loudly, it almost hurt her ears. “Oh, that’s a good one. Frigid. Your ex was an asshole, honey. And an idiot.”
“Can’t argue with you there.”
“I thought he was a jerk the first time I met him. Now I really think he’s a jerk.”
“No more than I do.”
Bill rolled up onto his elbow and smiled at her. “Have I told you how much I love you?”
His words hit her like a frying pan upside the head. She could only stare at him with her mouth open. He’d never said the “L” word before. Bill always played his emotional cards close to his vest. She’d fallen in love with him that first week, but didn’t let him know that. Tears stung her eyes.
His brow furrowed; worry lines appeared around his mouth. “Did I just blow it?” he asked. “I thought you—“
She attacked him with a kiss, cutting him off mid-sentence. She pulled away, tears streaming down her cheeks. “Oh, Bill, I love you so much it feels like my heart is about to explode!”
His shocked expression quickly turned to amusement. He laughed and crushed her in a hug. “You scared me there for a second, honey. I thought you were gonna tell me you didn’t think of me that way.”
“Uh, no. I’ve freakin’ loved you from that first week we were together.”
“Really? Me, too.”
She pushed him away, to stare at him, slack-jawed. “You did?”
“I sure did. Now come here, we got some celebrating to do,” he said, bringing her to him, his mouth closing over hers.
©2010, Michelle Carlyle
Friday, October 22, 2010
Newbie, Part Three
Hello Friends!
How are you all today? I’m fine.
So here’s the new chapter of Newbie. Hope you enjoy.
Have a great weekend,
Michelle Of Few Words And Even Fewer Brain Cells Today
“I see I need to make a point with you. Food can wait. You, in the bedroom now and wait for me. Sit on the end of the bed and wait.”
“But Bill…I…”
“Now,” he said, pointing towards his bedroom. “Wait for me. Don’t touch yourself.”
Lightheaded, she slipped off the counter and left the room. She walked to the bedroom, her legs shaky, her stomach in a knot; intense fear and anticipation sending ripples of sensation up and down her spine.
She sat down on the bed and waited. Each moment brought her more and more fear, more excitement. Breaking out in a sweat, she began jiggling her feet to work off some of the tension.
After what seemed an eternity, Bill appeared at the bedroom door. His eyes were hard, his expression stone-like. “You were a very bad girl. Do you know what happens to bad girls who disobey me?”
She slowly shook her head, unable to avert her gaze from his.
“They get spanked, baby. Real hard. Stand up.”
She stood, but her legs were shaking so badly, she almost toppled over. She saw a glint of amusement in his gaze that he quickly covered.
He walked by her and sat on the edge of the bed. He looked up at her. “You nervous?”
“Yeah.”
“Good. Now get over here,” he said, reaching out, grabbing her wrist and yanking her towards him. She fell across his lap.
He settled her on his lap, positioning her so her ass was high up on one knee. Then, to her terror, he pinned her legs with one of his and locked an arm across her back.
He leaned down and whispered in her ear, “There’s no escaping this, baby. You’re gonna get what’s coming to you. I am going to spank you until you cry. Just think about how much it’s going to hurt. What a bad girl you were. How sorry you’re going to be.”
Her pulse pounded behind her eyes, she’d never been more terrified in her life. How hard was he going to hit her? How badly would it hurt? And what was her safe-word? She couldn’t think of the safe-word!
He ran a hand over her taut ass, his touch felt really good over the silk panties. She squirmed in anticipation.
“No moving or I’ll give you twice the swats, you hear me?”
“Yes, sir.”
“Oh, I like the sound of that, good, baby, you’re getting this. You’re getting this good.” He rubbed each bun in turn, carefully, nicely. “Oh, this poor, poor ass of yours. It’s gonna be hurting soon.”
He shifted a bit on the bed. “Okay now baby, we’re going to do a warm up here. I think twenty-five ought to be a good number to start with.”
He swatted her with his large, open hand. Waves of sensation rocked her sex, the swat didn’t hurt, but it was a bit sharp. Not painful yet, though. He swatted her again. This one was a bit harder. “Count for me. That was two.”
Spank! “Ooh, uh, three.”
Bill got a rhythm going, the intensity of his spanks growing harder with each swat. But it still didn’t hurt that much, in fact, it felt really good. She was so wet, she wondered if she was going to come just from the spanking. On and on, he spanked her butt creating a slight stinging, but not much pain. It felt lovely. Her orgasm began to build. She got wetter and wetter and squirmed on his lap, trying to get her rub her clit against his leg, but he held her fast.
On swat number twenty-five, Bill let her have it, a really sharp one that took her breath away. But he immediately started rubbing her ass, so the edge of the pain vanished. And the most lovely throbbing in her sex took over. Wow, this was hot! Okay, yes, she liked spanking. This was the most erotic game she’d ever played.
Bill massaged her buns, then took the back of her panties and swept them down to mid-thigh, causing her sex to clench with anticipation and longing. She now had no barrier to his punishment, she felt vulnerable and more turned on than she ever had.
“Oh, yeah, that’s a nice ass and what a pretty shade of pink,” he said, rubbing a hand over her buns. She wanted him to do her so badly, she considered begging. But she wanted to wait and see what he had in store for her. Besides, he was in charge and even though she could feel his hardness under her, the man had some awesome self-restraint. A lot more than her.
Whack! She nearly jumped out of her skin. The sting was much greater, but since he’d already spanked her, it didn’t hurt that much. But it was harder and made her a bit worried about the near future. How much could she take?
He laid down a set of spanks all over her ass that bordered on painful. Sensations rocked her clit and sex, reverberations echoed throughout her body. Who knew a spanking could do this much to her libido?
He lifted his arm off her back and slipped his hand underneath her. His finger found her wet and hardened clit. She gasped and whimpered at the glorious feeling.
He rubbed it gently, making little circles on it. She ground her hips against his hands, her response carrying her away. He swatted her so hard, her body jerked forward; a jolt went through her sex—she almost came!
©2010, Michelle Carlyle
How are you all today? I’m fine.
So here’s the new chapter of Newbie. Hope you enjoy.
Have a great weekend,
Michelle Of Few Words And Even Fewer Brain Cells Today
“I see I need to make a point with you. Food can wait. You, in the bedroom now and wait for me. Sit on the end of the bed and wait.”
“But Bill…I…”
“Now,” he said, pointing towards his bedroom. “Wait for me. Don’t touch yourself.”
Lightheaded, she slipped off the counter and left the room. She walked to the bedroom, her legs shaky, her stomach in a knot; intense fear and anticipation sending ripples of sensation up and down her spine.
She sat down on the bed and waited. Each moment brought her more and more fear, more excitement. Breaking out in a sweat, she began jiggling her feet to work off some of the tension.
After what seemed an eternity, Bill appeared at the bedroom door. His eyes were hard, his expression stone-like. “You were a very bad girl. Do you know what happens to bad girls who disobey me?”
She slowly shook her head, unable to avert her gaze from his.
“They get spanked, baby. Real hard. Stand up.”
She stood, but her legs were shaking so badly, she almost toppled over. She saw a glint of amusement in his gaze that he quickly covered.
He walked by her and sat on the edge of the bed. He looked up at her. “You nervous?”
“Yeah.”
“Good. Now get over here,” he said, reaching out, grabbing her wrist and yanking her towards him. She fell across his lap.
He settled her on his lap, positioning her so her ass was high up on one knee. Then, to her terror, he pinned her legs with one of his and locked an arm across her back.
He leaned down and whispered in her ear, “There’s no escaping this, baby. You’re gonna get what’s coming to you. I am going to spank you until you cry. Just think about how much it’s going to hurt. What a bad girl you were. How sorry you’re going to be.”
Her pulse pounded behind her eyes, she’d never been more terrified in her life. How hard was he going to hit her? How badly would it hurt? And what was her safe-word? She couldn’t think of the safe-word!
He ran a hand over her taut ass, his touch felt really good over the silk panties. She squirmed in anticipation.
“No moving or I’ll give you twice the swats, you hear me?”
“Yes, sir.”
“Oh, I like the sound of that, good, baby, you’re getting this. You’re getting this good.” He rubbed each bun in turn, carefully, nicely. “Oh, this poor, poor ass of yours. It’s gonna be hurting soon.”
He shifted a bit on the bed. “Okay now baby, we’re going to do a warm up here. I think twenty-five ought to be a good number to start with.”
He swatted her with his large, open hand. Waves of sensation rocked her sex, the swat didn’t hurt, but it was a bit sharp. Not painful yet, though. He swatted her again. This one was a bit harder. “Count for me. That was two.”
Spank! “Ooh, uh, three.”
Bill got a rhythm going, the intensity of his spanks growing harder with each swat. But it still didn’t hurt that much, in fact, it felt really good. She was so wet, she wondered if she was going to come just from the spanking. On and on, he spanked her butt creating a slight stinging, but not much pain. It felt lovely. Her orgasm began to build. She got wetter and wetter and squirmed on his lap, trying to get her rub her clit against his leg, but he held her fast.
On swat number twenty-five, Bill let her have it, a really sharp one that took her breath away. But he immediately started rubbing her ass, so the edge of the pain vanished. And the most lovely throbbing in her sex took over. Wow, this was hot! Okay, yes, she liked spanking. This was the most erotic game she’d ever played.
Bill massaged her buns, then took the back of her panties and swept them down to mid-thigh, causing her sex to clench with anticipation and longing. She now had no barrier to his punishment, she felt vulnerable and more turned on than she ever had.
“Oh, yeah, that’s a nice ass and what a pretty shade of pink,” he said, rubbing a hand over her buns. She wanted him to do her so badly, she considered begging. But she wanted to wait and see what he had in store for her. Besides, he was in charge and even though she could feel his hardness under her, the man had some awesome self-restraint. A lot more than her.
Whack! She nearly jumped out of her skin. The sting was much greater, but since he’d already spanked her, it didn’t hurt that much. But it was harder and made her a bit worried about the near future. How much could she take?
He laid down a set of spanks all over her ass that bordered on painful. Sensations rocked her clit and sex, reverberations echoed throughout her body. Who knew a spanking could do this much to her libido?
He lifted his arm off her back and slipped his hand underneath her. His finger found her wet and hardened clit. She gasped and whimpered at the glorious feeling.
He rubbed it gently, making little circles on it. She ground her hips against his hands, her response carrying her away. He swatted her so hard, her body jerked forward; a jolt went through her sex—she almost came!
©2010, Michelle Carlyle
Friday, October 15, 2010
Newbie, Part Two
Hey Peoples!
Damn, I just read today’s post and now I’m horny. Great. Only a million hours before Hubby gets home, then we have to turn right around, hop a train and go to dinner with some buddies. Actually, wonderful friends, but I’d rather stay home and fuck, personally. Of course, you can’t really say that. “Thanks for the dinner invitation and it sounded good initially, but now we just want to stay home and fuck our brains out.”
Heavy sigh. Good thing we’ve got the weekend ahead with no firm plans. So hopefully, I can take advantage of the man.
Okie-dokie. Here’s the next chunk, part, whatever, of Newbie. Soon to be found in…oh, God. I don’t know. Some bloody book. Hopefully, I’ll have the title for you by next week’s post. But so much crap is going on right now, my brain is scattered. Very scattered.
Like last week, all I can think of is (aside from fucking) going to Disneyland. Made reservations at the Blue Bayou restaurant and—here’s a major wallet suck—reservations to see Fantasmic from the “premium viewing area”. Fucking $59 a ticket to see a free show. But Mr. Hubby REALLY wanted to see the show up close and personal and since this is his birthday trip/present, I called up, waited the twenty minutes on the phone and got tickets. He is thrilled. I still think it’s stupid to pay $120 bucks to see a free show.
I still can’t wait. We stay at a place nearby with giant Jacuzzi tubs. They also have fridges. So I pack the fridge with beer, we walk our asses off in the park, come back when it closes, fill the tub, grab a couple beers and sink into the glorious hot water and bubbles. And if we have enough energy, we maul each other. But that place takes it out of you. Especially the way we attack the park. Love. That. Place.
Enough of my dreams of D-land. Here’s the next chunk. Hope you guys have an outstanding weekend.
Hugs and love to you all,
Michelle
Wiping the sweat from her brow, she wondered how she could walk back out there into the office without everyone knowing what she’d been up to.
She closed up her cell, straightened her skirt and smoothed her hair. With her head held high, she walked out of the stall. No one was there, she had no idea for whom she’d just put on that show, but it had made her feel less… naked, somehow.
It took all her inner strength to maintain her composure when she walked out of the bathroom. But when she entered the office, no alarms went off, no one even glanced up at her. She sighed with relief. What was she expecting? The Masturbation Police to show up and ticket her? She shook her head to herself and laughed.
“What’s the joke?” came the voice of her co-worker, Sally, startling her.
She turned to Sally and stammered, “Uh, nothing.”
Sally raised an eyebrow. “Wow, you’re red. What were you thinking about? That new boyfriend?”
Was it plastered across her forehead like a big billboard? “Uh, maybe,” Angela said, smiling.
“You look guilty as hell. And embarrassed. You were thinking about him, weren’t you?” Sally asked with a conspiratorial smile.
“Perhaps.”
“I did see him, wow, where did you find him? He looks like a Greek god.”
“Internet.”
“No way!” Sally said. “I thought the Internet guy was a dud.”
“There were several. Bill was not the dud.”
“Girl, I gotta get on the same website as you, wow, he’s a looker.”
“Yeah, and we didn’t exchange photos or anything. We hit it off chatting about cars of all things.”
“That’s right, your dad was a racecar driver.”
“Grew up on the track.”
“Huh, having something in common with guys, now there’s an idea,” Sally said and returned to her cube.
Sighing with relief that Sally couldn’t read her thoughts—although she’d guessed fairly accurately—Angela collapsed in her chair and fanned herself with a hand.
Her stomach fluttered when she thought about what awaited her that evening. Would he spank her hard? Would it hurt badly? How much could she take? How would he start the evening? She squirmed in her chair. Oh, this was going to be a long afternoon!
At five minutes to six, Angela pulled up in front of Bill’s rancher in Belmont. Looked so innocuous from the outside. If only the neighbors knew what spectacular acts of sex had happened in that house. While forty-four, the man made love like an animal, unstoppable wood, amazing sexual prowess. She dropped a hand to her lap and touched herself in anticipation. Damn it! She took her hand away, embarrassed. The man turned her into a sex fiend. She’d never been that much into sex before him. Of course, now she knew why. She’d never had a good lover before. It was very reaffirming, since Brad had always told her she just wasn’t any good at sex. Ha! When he was the worst lover on record.
She took a deep breath, her heartbeat whooshing in her ears. This was crazy!
Steeling herself, she got out of her car and marched up to Bill’s front door. She raised her hand to knock when the door opened.
A purely dominant, feral quality to his azure gaze, he reached out, pulled her inside, slammed the door and locked his lips on her.
The world took a spin as Bill’s tongue plunged the depths of her mouth. He ran his hands down her shoulders, across her back and cupped her ass, bringing her hips to his. The length of his rock hard member pressed against her, Angela lost her train of thought. All she could think about was flopping on her back and spreading her legs for him.
He ended the kiss, causing her to whimper with disappointment. He grinned and winked at her. She smiled back. “Hello to you, too.”
“Hey, baby,” he said in a softer voice, his smile widening. He ran a hand down her face in a tender gesture. “Glad you’re here with me.”
“Me, too,” she said enthusiastically.
He laughed. Then his expression hardened, he gave her the up and down check-over, head to toe. “Okay, baby, game is on. From here on out, you obey me or you’ll pay a hefty price. Or more like, your ass will pay a hefty price, you get me?”
Nearly breathless, she said, “I get you.”
He gave a short nod. “Good. Now. I got you something, I want you to put it on.” He reached down to the chair sitting next to the door, a bag sat on top. He grabbed it and handed it to her. He jerked his head towards his bedroom. “Go put that on, meet me in the kitchen.”
Her whole body buzzed with excitement. She took the bag and walked down the hallway to his large master suite. Inside the bag was a black silk teddy with garters attached, a pair of black silk panties and a pair of black stockings. Wow, hot little outfit there. She quickly put it on; it fit beautifully, hugging her curves as if it were made for her.
Her legs a bit shaky, her hands sweating, she walked out into the kitchen. A wolfish grin spread on his face when he saw her. He walked right up to her and kissed her hard. She nearly grayed out with lust. He pulled away, his gaze dark.
“Okay, hop up on the counter here,” he said, patting the kitchen counter. He took her by the waist and helped her up on the counter. The granite was cold against her ass and legs.
“Ooo, that’s cold.”
“It’ll heat up pretty fast. Now I’m going to get dinner ready. And you, I want you to spread your legs and touch yourself.” His expression hardened, he jabbed a finger at her. “But don’t you come. You hear me? You don’t come until I tell you. And that isn’t going to be for some time.”
Her pulse quickening, she reached down and stroked herself through the silk panties. The smooth feel of them against her fingers, the way she displayed herself, the way he looked at her, his control, his dominance had her so close to coming, she gritted her teeth and steeled her mind. She couldn’t allow herself.
“That’s good, baby, real good.”
Bill seasoned a couple steaks and checked the baked potatoes in the oven. He glanced over at her. “Spread ‘em wider. Yeah… that’s it. Now touch all around your clit, but not your clit.”
She squirmed as she obeyed him. This was getting intense, fast.
“Now rub your clit. Do it,” he commanded.
She touched her hardened nub, and moaned deep in her throat. Her vision got a bit fuzzy, she was super wet, she’d never been more turned on in her life.
“Okay, stop.”
She tried to listen to him, but her body wouldn’t hear of it. She continued stroking herself. “Don’t make me quit, it feels so good.”
His gaze steeled, his jaw set. “You disobeying me?”
“Uh…” she said. But she didn’t move her hand.
“I see I need to make a point with you. Food can wait. You, in the bedroom now and wait for me. Sit on the end of the bed and wait.”
©2010, Michelle Carlyle
Damn, I just read today’s post and now I’m horny. Great. Only a million hours before Hubby gets home, then we have to turn right around, hop a train and go to dinner with some buddies. Actually, wonderful friends, but I’d rather stay home and fuck, personally. Of course, you can’t really say that. “Thanks for the dinner invitation and it sounded good initially, but now we just want to stay home and fuck our brains out.”
Heavy sigh. Good thing we’ve got the weekend ahead with no firm plans. So hopefully, I can take advantage of the man.
Okie-dokie. Here’s the next chunk, part, whatever, of Newbie. Soon to be found in…oh, God. I don’t know. Some bloody book. Hopefully, I’ll have the title for you by next week’s post. But so much crap is going on right now, my brain is scattered. Very scattered.
Like last week, all I can think of is (aside from fucking) going to Disneyland. Made reservations at the Blue Bayou restaurant and—here’s a major wallet suck—reservations to see Fantasmic from the “premium viewing area”. Fucking $59 a ticket to see a free show. But Mr. Hubby REALLY wanted to see the show up close and personal and since this is his birthday trip/present, I called up, waited the twenty minutes on the phone and got tickets. He is thrilled. I still think it’s stupid to pay $120 bucks to see a free show.
I still can’t wait. We stay at a place nearby with giant Jacuzzi tubs. They also have fridges. So I pack the fridge with beer, we walk our asses off in the park, come back when it closes, fill the tub, grab a couple beers and sink into the glorious hot water and bubbles. And if we have enough energy, we maul each other. But that place takes it out of you. Especially the way we attack the park. Love. That. Place.
Enough of my dreams of D-land. Here’s the next chunk. Hope you guys have an outstanding weekend.
Hugs and love to you all,
Michelle
Wiping the sweat from her brow, she wondered how she could walk back out there into the office without everyone knowing what she’d been up to.
She closed up her cell, straightened her skirt and smoothed her hair. With her head held high, she walked out of the stall. No one was there, she had no idea for whom she’d just put on that show, but it had made her feel less… naked, somehow.
It took all her inner strength to maintain her composure when she walked out of the bathroom. But when she entered the office, no alarms went off, no one even glanced up at her. She sighed with relief. What was she expecting? The Masturbation Police to show up and ticket her? She shook her head to herself and laughed.
“What’s the joke?” came the voice of her co-worker, Sally, startling her.
She turned to Sally and stammered, “Uh, nothing.”
Sally raised an eyebrow. “Wow, you’re red. What were you thinking about? That new boyfriend?”
Was it plastered across her forehead like a big billboard? “Uh, maybe,” Angela said, smiling.
“You look guilty as hell. And embarrassed. You were thinking about him, weren’t you?” Sally asked with a conspiratorial smile.
“Perhaps.”
“I did see him, wow, where did you find him? He looks like a Greek god.”
“Internet.”
“No way!” Sally said. “I thought the Internet guy was a dud.”
“There were several. Bill was not the dud.”
“Girl, I gotta get on the same website as you, wow, he’s a looker.”
“Yeah, and we didn’t exchange photos or anything. We hit it off chatting about cars of all things.”
“That’s right, your dad was a racecar driver.”
“Grew up on the track.”
“Huh, having something in common with guys, now there’s an idea,” Sally said and returned to her cube.
Sighing with relief that Sally couldn’t read her thoughts—although she’d guessed fairly accurately—Angela collapsed in her chair and fanned herself with a hand.
Her stomach fluttered when she thought about what awaited her that evening. Would he spank her hard? Would it hurt badly? How much could she take? How would he start the evening? She squirmed in her chair. Oh, this was going to be a long afternoon!
At five minutes to six, Angela pulled up in front of Bill’s rancher in Belmont. Looked so innocuous from the outside. If only the neighbors knew what spectacular acts of sex had happened in that house. While forty-four, the man made love like an animal, unstoppable wood, amazing sexual prowess. She dropped a hand to her lap and touched herself in anticipation. Damn it! She took her hand away, embarrassed. The man turned her into a sex fiend. She’d never been that much into sex before him. Of course, now she knew why. She’d never had a good lover before. It was very reaffirming, since Brad had always told her she just wasn’t any good at sex. Ha! When he was the worst lover on record.
She took a deep breath, her heartbeat whooshing in her ears. This was crazy!
Steeling herself, she got out of her car and marched up to Bill’s front door. She raised her hand to knock when the door opened.
A purely dominant, feral quality to his azure gaze, he reached out, pulled her inside, slammed the door and locked his lips on her.
The world took a spin as Bill’s tongue plunged the depths of her mouth. He ran his hands down her shoulders, across her back and cupped her ass, bringing her hips to his. The length of his rock hard member pressed against her, Angela lost her train of thought. All she could think about was flopping on her back and spreading her legs for him.
He ended the kiss, causing her to whimper with disappointment. He grinned and winked at her. She smiled back. “Hello to you, too.”
“Hey, baby,” he said in a softer voice, his smile widening. He ran a hand down her face in a tender gesture. “Glad you’re here with me.”
“Me, too,” she said enthusiastically.
He laughed. Then his expression hardened, he gave her the up and down check-over, head to toe. “Okay, baby, game is on. From here on out, you obey me or you’ll pay a hefty price. Or more like, your ass will pay a hefty price, you get me?”
Nearly breathless, she said, “I get you.”
He gave a short nod. “Good. Now. I got you something, I want you to put it on.” He reached down to the chair sitting next to the door, a bag sat on top. He grabbed it and handed it to her. He jerked his head towards his bedroom. “Go put that on, meet me in the kitchen.”
Her whole body buzzed with excitement. She took the bag and walked down the hallway to his large master suite. Inside the bag was a black silk teddy with garters attached, a pair of black silk panties and a pair of black stockings. Wow, hot little outfit there. She quickly put it on; it fit beautifully, hugging her curves as if it were made for her.
Her legs a bit shaky, her hands sweating, she walked out into the kitchen. A wolfish grin spread on his face when he saw her. He walked right up to her and kissed her hard. She nearly grayed out with lust. He pulled away, his gaze dark.
“Okay, hop up on the counter here,” he said, patting the kitchen counter. He took her by the waist and helped her up on the counter. The granite was cold against her ass and legs.
“Ooo, that’s cold.”
“It’ll heat up pretty fast. Now I’m going to get dinner ready. And you, I want you to spread your legs and touch yourself.” His expression hardened, he jabbed a finger at her. “But don’t you come. You hear me? You don’t come until I tell you. And that isn’t going to be for some time.”
Her pulse quickening, she reached down and stroked herself through the silk panties. The smooth feel of them against her fingers, the way she displayed herself, the way he looked at her, his control, his dominance had her so close to coming, she gritted her teeth and steeled her mind. She couldn’t allow herself.
“That’s good, baby, real good.”
Bill seasoned a couple steaks and checked the baked potatoes in the oven. He glanced over at her. “Spread ‘em wider. Yeah… that’s it. Now touch all around your clit, but not your clit.”
She squirmed as she obeyed him. This was getting intense, fast.
“Now rub your clit. Do it,” he commanded.
She touched her hardened nub, and moaned deep in her throat. Her vision got a bit fuzzy, she was super wet, she’d never been more turned on in her life.
“Okay, stop.”
She tried to listen to him, but her body wouldn’t hear of it. She continued stroking herself. “Don’t make me quit, it feels so good.”
His gaze steeled, his jaw set. “You disobeying me?”
“Uh…” she said. But she didn’t move her hand.
“I see I need to make a point with you. Food can wait. You, in the bedroom now and wait for me. Sit on the end of the bed and wait.”
©2010, Michelle Carlyle
Friday, October 8, 2010
Newbie, Part One
Yo! Spankophiles!
Hey out there in cyberspace! Slammed today so I’ll make this short. Uh, not much going on but work, work and more work. Looking forward to Disneyland in November. And that’s about it.
Here’s a new story for you, soon to be found in…oh, goddamn it. Some freakin’ book I keep promising you guys and then have zero time to work on it. I need two of me to get all the stuff I have to get done.
This is the first of a sixteen-part story, so sit back and enjoy. I think you’ll like this one. Well, if you like spanking and sex, that is. And if you didn’t you certainly wouldn’t be here.
Hugs to you all,
Michelle
As Angela sipped her coffee and read the morning newspaper, she noticed Bill staring at her from the other side of the table. His blue gaze had a sinister glint in it; the corners of his sensual mouth were slightly upturned. A tingle went through her sex. Memories of the night before flashed through her mind, the tingle became a flame. No man had the effect Bill had on her. While they’d only been going out for a month, sex with the guy was off-the-scale.
She dropped the paper, and couldn’t help but smile at his handsome face. “What?”
His eyes narrowed, he nodded, his demeanor seeming almost villainous. A thrill went through her.
“You’re getting spanked tonight, girlie. Over my knee, pants down around your ankles, that fine ass of yours over my knee at my mercy.”
Her sex throbbed, her pulse jump-started. The night before, they’d discussed some of their secret fantasies, which as it turned out, dovetailed nicely with each other. But she had no idea he’d start this soon. Her knees got a bit wobbly, her hands a bit shaky. She’d always had spanking fantasies, but had been too chicken to try them out. And her last lover, her husband of ten years had been a solid dud in the sack.
Bill, however, was a powerhouse in the sack; inventive as hell and at forty-four he had more stamina than a nineteen-year-old. He was a whole new world for her. And while she’d always wanted to be spanked by a handsome, dominant man, she knew there was quite a difference between fantasy and reality.
“Uh…”
His wicked grin widened. “And there’s no way out. Tonight, I take control. You’ll do what you’re told. When you walk in that door at six tonight, you’re mine. You’ll do as I say. Safe-word is Vegas. Repeat it.”
“Vegas.”
His smile warmed. “Good girl.” He returned to his own section of the paper. Leaving her wet and squirming.
Later, she was at her desk at work, trying to figure out where she’d blown the spreadsheet. Numbers weren’t adding up. Truth be told, all she could think about was Bill and their upcoming evening. She was more nervous than a teenager going to her first prom. Which was probably why the numbers weren’t adding up. She’d been fighting for concentration all day.
Her cell phone buzzed in her front pocket, she jumped a foot, her heart thudding. Damn her nerves! She got out her cell; she’d received a text message.
The message read: Go into the bathroom, now. Text me when you get there. Bill.
What? A smile crept on her face. She looked around, guilty, as if everyone had just read Bill’s secret demand. Her co-workers were all focused on work or gossiping. No one was paying attention to her. Swallowing hard, she got up and casually walked into the bathroom and into a stall. The bathroom was empty. She did as ordered and texted Bill that she had arrived.
Immediately, another message appeared on her cell. Touch yourself. Hand down the panties. Do it.
Giggling, Angela complied. She felt so naughty! Her clit electrified under her touch. Oh, dear, she was going to come fast and she was at work! She’d never done anything like this before; it felt so bad. And so good!
Her cell rang, she gasped. It was Bill. “Uh, yeah?” she asked.
“Are you touching yourself?” His voice was silky and low. Just the sound of his voice made her sex throb harder.
“Yes,” she whispered.
“Good. I want you to run your index finger all around your hard little clit. Do it.”
“Okay,” she said quietly. She circled her folds with her finger, so dizzy with desire, she had to lean against the stall’s wall.
“Faster. Feel how hard it is. I’m doing it to you. That’s my finger touching you. Now I’m kissing you, taste me, feel my tongue in your mouth, exploring you. Now I’m touching you faster and harder. How does it feel?”
“Oooh, so good,” she said. She began to lose touch with where she was, all she could think about was Bill. His heady scent. The hard planes of his chest, the V that led down to his formidable tool, the feel of his silky skin under her touch, the steely musculature underneath.
“I’m touching you faster, faster, you want to come, but I won’t let you. Not yet. Hold back while I touch you faster. All you want to do is come, but I order you to hold yourself back.”
“Oh, Bill,” she groaned.
“Don’t you come and don’t stop touching yourself. You come and I’ll spank you double.”
Which was all it took for her to blow; panting, white spots danced across her vision; her ears rang, she moaned deep in her throat and at the last second, she clamped her lips shut so she wouldn’t scream aloud. She collapsed against the cold metal wall of the stall, fighting to get her breath back.
“Oh, little girl is going to pay for that. I heard that, honey. You’re in big, big trouble with me. Big trouble. Now calm down and go back to work and remember, you blew it and you’re gonna be punished for it.”
“I’m sorry, Bill.”
“Not as sorry as you’re gonna be,” he said in a low rasp. Which brought her right back to the verge of climaxing. The man wasn’t even with her and she was ready to explode.
“Now go back to work and think about what a bad girl you’ve been.”
“Yes, Bill.”
“Six o’clock, my house, don’t be late.” Click.
She stood there, stunned. Wiping the sweat from her brow, she wondered how she could walk back out there into the office without everyone knowing what she’d been up to.
©2010, Michelle Carlyle
Hey out there in cyberspace! Slammed today so I’ll make this short. Uh, not much going on but work, work and more work. Looking forward to Disneyland in November. And that’s about it.
Here’s a new story for you, soon to be found in…oh, goddamn it. Some freakin’ book I keep promising you guys and then have zero time to work on it. I need two of me to get all the stuff I have to get done.
This is the first of a sixteen-part story, so sit back and enjoy. I think you’ll like this one. Well, if you like spanking and sex, that is. And if you didn’t you certainly wouldn’t be here.
Hugs to you all,
Michelle
As Angela sipped her coffee and read the morning newspaper, she noticed Bill staring at her from the other side of the table. His blue gaze had a sinister glint in it; the corners of his sensual mouth were slightly upturned. A tingle went through her sex. Memories of the night before flashed through her mind, the tingle became a flame. No man had the effect Bill had on her. While they’d only been going out for a month, sex with the guy was off-the-scale.
She dropped the paper, and couldn’t help but smile at his handsome face. “What?”
His eyes narrowed, he nodded, his demeanor seeming almost villainous. A thrill went through her.
“You’re getting spanked tonight, girlie. Over my knee, pants down around your ankles, that fine ass of yours over my knee at my mercy.”
Her sex throbbed, her pulse jump-started. The night before, they’d discussed some of their secret fantasies, which as it turned out, dovetailed nicely with each other. But she had no idea he’d start this soon. Her knees got a bit wobbly, her hands a bit shaky. She’d always had spanking fantasies, but had been too chicken to try them out. And her last lover, her husband of ten years had been a solid dud in the sack.
Bill, however, was a powerhouse in the sack; inventive as hell and at forty-four he had more stamina than a nineteen-year-old. He was a whole new world for her. And while she’d always wanted to be spanked by a handsome, dominant man, she knew there was quite a difference between fantasy and reality.
“Uh…”
His wicked grin widened. “And there’s no way out. Tonight, I take control. You’ll do what you’re told. When you walk in that door at six tonight, you’re mine. You’ll do as I say. Safe-word is Vegas. Repeat it.”
“Vegas.”
His smile warmed. “Good girl.” He returned to his own section of the paper. Leaving her wet and squirming.
Later, she was at her desk at work, trying to figure out where she’d blown the spreadsheet. Numbers weren’t adding up. Truth be told, all she could think about was Bill and their upcoming evening. She was more nervous than a teenager going to her first prom. Which was probably why the numbers weren’t adding up. She’d been fighting for concentration all day.
Her cell phone buzzed in her front pocket, she jumped a foot, her heart thudding. Damn her nerves! She got out her cell; she’d received a text message.
The message read: Go into the bathroom, now. Text me when you get there. Bill.
What? A smile crept on her face. She looked around, guilty, as if everyone had just read Bill’s secret demand. Her co-workers were all focused on work or gossiping. No one was paying attention to her. Swallowing hard, she got up and casually walked into the bathroom and into a stall. The bathroom was empty. She did as ordered and texted Bill that she had arrived.
Immediately, another message appeared on her cell. Touch yourself. Hand down the panties. Do it.
Giggling, Angela complied. She felt so naughty! Her clit electrified under her touch. Oh, dear, she was going to come fast and she was at work! She’d never done anything like this before; it felt so bad. And so good!
Her cell rang, she gasped. It was Bill. “Uh, yeah?” she asked.
“Are you touching yourself?” His voice was silky and low. Just the sound of his voice made her sex throb harder.
“Yes,” she whispered.
“Good. I want you to run your index finger all around your hard little clit. Do it.”
“Okay,” she said quietly. She circled her folds with her finger, so dizzy with desire, she had to lean against the stall’s wall.
“Faster. Feel how hard it is. I’m doing it to you. That’s my finger touching you. Now I’m kissing you, taste me, feel my tongue in your mouth, exploring you. Now I’m touching you faster and harder. How does it feel?”
“Oooh, so good,” she said. She began to lose touch with where she was, all she could think about was Bill. His heady scent. The hard planes of his chest, the V that led down to his formidable tool, the feel of his silky skin under her touch, the steely musculature underneath.
“I’m touching you faster, faster, you want to come, but I won’t let you. Not yet. Hold back while I touch you faster. All you want to do is come, but I order you to hold yourself back.”
“Oh, Bill,” she groaned.
“Don’t you come and don’t stop touching yourself. You come and I’ll spank you double.”
Which was all it took for her to blow; panting, white spots danced across her vision; her ears rang, she moaned deep in her throat and at the last second, she clamped her lips shut so she wouldn’t scream aloud. She collapsed against the cold metal wall of the stall, fighting to get her breath back.
“Oh, little girl is going to pay for that. I heard that, honey. You’re in big, big trouble with me. Big trouble. Now calm down and go back to work and remember, you blew it and you’re gonna be punished for it.”
“I’m sorry, Bill.”
“Not as sorry as you’re gonna be,” he said in a low rasp. Which brought her right back to the verge of climaxing. The man wasn’t even with her and she was ready to explode.
“Now go back to work and think about what a bad girl you’ve been.”
“Yes, Bill.”
“Six o’clock, my house, don’t be late.” Click.
She stood there, stunned. Wiping the sweat from her brow, she wondered how she could walk back out there into the office without everyone knowing what she’d been up to.
©2010, Michelle Carlyle
Friday, October 1, 2010
Do-It-Yourself Troublemaker, Part Three and the Conclusion, too!
Hey Spanky Friends!
Welcome to a completely binary date. 10-1-10. How are you all today? Really? Tell me more. Uh-huh. Wow. That’s cool.
I love having conversations with myself. Which is probably why I write all day long.
Soooo, this month (September even though I know it’s October now) just wrote and edited and sold 63,000 words worth of spanking stories to Discipline and Desire (fifteen in all). If you haven’t already joined, I urge you do so. Ten bucks a month for weekly stories from yours truly, plus some fantastic authors you may not have read before. A great deal and so many, many full length stories for your enjoyment. If you like spanking fiction and you like my work (duh, you wouldn’t be here if you didn’t) you’ll love D and D. And almost all your money goes to the authors. So we can pay our electricity bills and buy computers so we can write this fun stuff for you.
On a personal note, ummm. Not much happening here, which is good. Leaves me more time to write. Hubby still loves his new job and I love mine and life is good. And I’m beginning to realize that when things are good, you must enjoy yourself, because life can throw some real curveballs at you.
And I’m sure more curveballs are on their way to me. I just heard through two family sources that my mother is in a fast decline. And that’s gonna be a tough nut to crack. Losing your mother, no matter how old you are, sucks. So I’m headed to their retirement home next week to visit. Dad’s still doing okay, he’s 88 and Mom’s 86. I can’t imagine life without her. But we all have to leave the planet at sometime. Even if it sucks for the people left behind.
On a lighter note, here is the third part and the conclusion of Do-It-Yourself Troublemaker. Another double post because I felt like it.
Hugs to all you wonderful people out there!
Michelle
If this woman became his, there was no way he’d let her do crazy things. Maybe he’d come along at the right time. Maybe he was just what she needed. Bryan knew a great tried and true method of getting through to accident-prone troublemakers. Right over his knee. And man, Joey had one, nice spankable ass.
Bryan drove her home and pulled up in her driveway. “You need food,” he said, trying for the simple approach.
“I got some, I’ll be okay.”
“I’m offering to buy.”
“Oh. Well… when you put it that way.”
He grinned. “Why don’t you get out of those bloody clothes and I’ll take you to the Bistro for a late lunch.”
“That sounds heavenly.”
She bounded up her stairs and returned in less than five minutes. He laughed at her exuberance. She liked him!
Joey kept trying to appear detached and cool at lunch. But she knew she was blowing it. God, Bryan was so handsome! And he really seemed to like her. He laughed at all her jokes and was so charming! Her heart rate hadn’t slowed once.
His expression grew contemplative. “So…why do you hurt yourself like that?” he said with a nod towards her scarred shoulder.
She shrugged. “Dunno. Klutz, I guess.”
“I think it goes a bit beyond that. What made you think climbing a tree to cut a branch down was a good idea?”
“Uh…” She frowned, thinking. “I wanted it down. Was really all I thought. Guess I’m kinda impatient. Hate waiting for help. I like to do things for myself. Ever since my husband passed, I found myself without a handyman. And without him stopping me at every turn, I guess I like doing stuff myself.”
“He tried to stop you?”
“Yeah. Always said I was reckless.”
He lifted an eyebrow.
“Okay, so I’m reckless. Haven’t died yet.”
“You miss him?”
Old pain tweaked her insides. “Oh, God, yeah. I mean, not as much as I did. Linda thinks I was trying to join him because I missed him so bad.”
“Were you?”
“Possible, I suppose. I mean, not anymore. At first—like when the chainsaw thing happened—I was overcome with grief. I really didn’t care if I lived or died and I hated that stupid branch and hated being powerless. Didn’t want to wait for some man to save me. No offense. Today…I can’t thank you enough. I have discovered over the previous year that life can be okay again. And I’m ready to move on.”
“You did almost die.”
She bit her lip. “I know. And I really don’t want to.”
“Good. I don’t want you to, either.” He winked at her.
A rush of white-hot energy filled her, centering on her sex. She squirmed on her seat. Wow, that felt good. How long had it been since she felt this way about a guy? Just about five years.
After lunch, they drove back home.
After he parked his car in his driveway, he turned to her. “You want to come and see what I’ve done with the place?”
“Can I see your etchings?”
He laughed, a deep roaring belly laugh and reddened.
“Please don’t be embarrassed, I was trying to figure out a way to get you to ask me inside.”
His laugh grew. He escorted her into his house. As soon as they hit his living room, she turned to him.
“This is beautiful. I love what you’ve done with the floors and the paint job. Beautiful.”
“You know what else is beautiful?”
“What?”
“You.”
He took her in his arms and kissed her. She was blown right out of her socks. Five years of pent need exploded, she grabbed onto him and kissed him back with everything she had. He tasted so good, his tongue was masterful, her body buzzed with lust and excitement.
He was so tall! His shoulders were so firm, a total hard body.
Bryan cupped her face with his large, warm hands; tingly energy seared her cheeks and made her nearly faint with want. He drove his tongue deeper inside, toying with her own until the room spun.
He let go, his gaze heavy-lidded. “You are something special, lady.”
“God, you’re so hot,” she whispered.
He grinned and kissed her again, she melted in his arms. He pulled her close, molding her body to his. His steely rod pressed firmly against her belly, she wanted him inside her.
He pulled away. “Oh, God, I’m getting carried away here. Look, I don’t want you to think I don’t respect you. I do, I’m just…God, I’ve been in lust with you since the day I first saw you. You are the hottest woman I’ve met in years. But I’m not a user. I…”
“Neither am I.”
“I just want you to know that my intentions are honorable. No matter what happens, I want to see you. I want to keep on seeing you. Do you feel the same away about—”
She attacked him with a kiss. He laughed into her mouth.
“I’ll take that as a yes.” He picked her up and carried her to his bedroom.
She giggled, so turned on, her sex was super ready.
Within seconds of reaching the bedroom, he’d stripped her naked.
He gasped when he saw her bare body. “My God, you’re even more beautiful.”
He dropped to take her breast in his mouth while his hand teased her sex. She spread her legs, eager for his touch.
She gasped when his finger slipped over her clit. How long had it been? And this guy was a superstar. A lovemaking superstar.
He gently laid her back on his bed, then fell between her legs. Flicking her hungry nub with his dexterous tongue, she ran her hands through his soft hair and squealed with delight. Two seconds later, she blasted into a thunderous orgasm. That was so fast!
And then he was on top and inside her. He moved slowly at first, watching her carefully for her reaction. When he hit her g-spot, she gasped. It had been so long! Oh, God, he felt so good!
Gradually, he built his pace until he was full-on powering into her. She screamed with joy as climax after climax shook her nether regions. This was so fun! Yeee-hah!
He drove into her faster and faster until he shuddered, crying out with his own release. Which sent her even higher.
Sweaty and spent, they both collapsed to the bed, laughing.
“Wow, that was amazing!” she exulted.
He brought her to him and smacked her butt a couple times, sending shockwaves of sensation ricocheting through her sex. Ooo, he had a nice touch with the spanks, too. She loved a few love taps on her ass after coming. So fun!
His grin widened at her reaction. “Girl after my own heart. You like the spanky games, huh?”
“Oh, God, yes. Do that again.” She flopped onto her stomach and raised her buns so he could get a better shot at her.
He fired one into her sit spots; delicious waves of joy echoed through her sex. He let his swat do its work, then he spanked her again, a bit harder this time. She gasped. It felt so good!
One then the other, he worked her ass, building his play punishment slowly. Closer and closer, she came to the edge. Was she going to come from just a spanking?
She raised her ass higher and tucked her legs under her so more of the swat would impact her clit.
Whack! She shot straight to the edge. Oh, God, she was gonna come!
He laid a series of perfectly aimed swats with just the right strength exactly where she needed it. Fireworks exploded in her mind, her sex and clit jolted with a shockingly intense orgasm. She cried out with ecstasy, gripping the bed with both hands and arching her back to receive his amazing spanks. Her entire body shook with rapture. He continued his strikes until she collapsed to the bed. Then he spanked her two final good ones, she shivered with the last throes of her climax.
When she got her breath back, she began giggling. Laughing, he gathered her into his arms and cradled her. Then he laid her down beside him; she pressed the length of herself against his lean body.
“You’re fun,” he said in a deep, lusty tone.
“You’re even more fun,” She bit his neck and he yelped.
“What a perfect playmate, you are. And this probably isn’t the time, but lady, I think I’m playin’ you for keeps.”
She gasped and her heart burst wide open. She squeezed him hard. “Thanks for saying that. I feel exactly the same way.”
He kissed her, which started things all over again.
Joey looked at the clock. Bryan was due in a half hour. Quick! She could just put that one screw into the rain gutter in the back before he got there. He’d ordered her to stay away from ladders and power tools until her hand healed. A week into their new relationship, Bryan was still in the deluded phase of falling in love. For some reason, he thought he had control over her. Yeah, right. She raced to the garage, grabbed her ladder and hustled it outside. Within seconds, she was at the top, balanced perfectly and ready to put in the screw.
Gurgle, gurk! She stopped. What a weird noise. She couldn’t tell where it came from. Sounded like a cross between a duck quacking and a cat strangling. She looked around, but didn’t see anything. She returned to her chore and finished fast.
Climbing down wasn’t as easy as going up. Not with the stupid hurt hand. As she landed on the ground, some movement out of the shadows under the eaves of the house caught her attention.
She turned and there was Bryan, his gaze flaming, his face stony, his jaw and fists clenched. Oops.
“Hi, honey, I didn’t—”
“Don’t you ‘hi, honey’ me, Joey. You made me a promise.”
“I’m not sure I technically promised you.”
“Inside,” he said, jerking his head towards the back door.
This didn’t sound good. Sounded like a confrontation. Oh, dear. Was she going to have to teach him a lesson today about who she really was?
She went inside, he slammed the door behind her. She turned to talk to him, he was right there. Taking her by the upper arm, he pulled her into her living room.
She dragged her feet. “Hey, wait.”
He reached the couch, sat down and pulled her off balance. She fell forward, across his lap.
“Hey, wait!”
“No, you wait.” He took the back of her pants and undies and pulled them down to her knees.
She wiggled to get away and searing pain blazed her bare behind. She almost jumped out of her skin. Was that his hand? Did he just hit her that hard with just his hand? This was nothing like his play spankings!
“You stay still and you listen to me, woman,” he said in a harsh tone.
“Hey, that hurt!”
“Good. You and I are going to have a little talk.” Spank!
“Yeee-ow! Bryan, stop!”
Swat! “No! You’re going to listen to me and listen to me good. I (spank) told you to stay away from power tools!” Spank, spank, spank.
“Ow! Ow! Owwww! Bryan!”
“You are injured and could hurt yourself worse!” A blazing series of horrid swats aimed right on her sit spots.
Tears rolled down her cheeks. “Bryan!” She kicked her feet.
“Don’t ‘Bryan’ me, lady!” Too many spanks to count rained down on her poor ass.
“Owww! Stop!”
“Now you be quiet and listen to me. Are you listening?”
“Yes!” she yelled quickly.
“You are my woman, right?”
“Right!”
“You want to live to be with me, right?”
“Yes!”
“Then (spank) don’t (spank) put (really horrid spank) yourself (spank, spank, spank) in danger!” A storm of swats all over her tender ass.
“Okay! Okay!”
“Do you understand me?”
“Yes!”
“Do you think I’m being unfair?”
“No!” Unfortunately, he really wasn’t. And while she wished he’d stop and she hated it, no one had ever cared about her enough to set limits on her. Not even her ex. She’d always pushed it.
Those days could be over.
“I love you!” He spanked her a hard one, she yipped. “And I can’t stand the thought of you getting hurt. From now on, you listen to me. From now on, when I say don’t use power tools…” He lit into her ass with horrendous power.
She yowled.
“You don’t use power tools.” He laid several more nasty spanks all over her burning buns. “Understand?”
“Ow! Yes! I understand!”
He picked her up off his lap, gathered her in his arms and crushed her in a hug. “You will obey me, woman,” he rasped.
“I’m sorry, Bryan,” she sniffled.
“You’d better be. Damn crazy loon, up on a bloody ladder. I saw you up there, but didn’t want you to fall so I hid.”
“Oh! That was the strange noise I heard, it was you.”
“Yes. I choked when I saw where you were. What the hell were you thinking? I could have done that for you.”
“It was only one screw,” she said in a small voice.
“Only one screw. Do I have to spank you again?”
“No. Please don’t. I got it. I won’t lie to you, I’ll listen to you.”
“I don’t spank my women for real unless they deserve it. I don’t like spanking you other than for play. So don’t push me again, you hear?”
“I won’t!” She sniffed and bit her lip.
“Now don’t pout. I’m not going to stop you from doing your projects, just the ones that might hurt you. No chainsaws up trees, no work while you’re healing. I think I’m being remarkably restrained here.”
“You are. I just… never had anyone who cared as much as you do.”
He kissed her hard. “I love you, you idiot,” he said into her mouth. She kissed him back eagerly.
He dropped a hand between her legs, her sex drive roared to life.
He grinned at her reaction. “Well, looky here, your pants are off. Now what should I do about that?”
She sent him a wicked grin. He kissed her again and pushed her back against the couch.
©2010, Michelle Carlyle
Welcome to a completely binary date. 10-1-10. How are you all today? Really? Tell me more. Uh-huh. Wow. That’s cool.
I love having conversations with myself. Which is probably why I write all day long.
Soooo, this month (September even though I know it’s October now) just wrote and edited and sold 63,000 words worth of spanking stories to Discipline and Desire (fifteen in all). If you haven’t already joined, I urge you do so. Ten bucks a month for weekly stories from yours truly, plus some fantastic authors you may not have read before. A great deal and so many, many full length stories for your enjoyment. If you like spanking fiction and you like my work (duh, you wouldn’t be here if you didn’t) you’ll love D and D. And almost all your money goes to the authors. So we can pay our electricity bills and buy computers so we can write this fun stuff for you.
On a personal note, ummm. Not much happening here, which is good. Leaves me more time to write. Hubby still loves his new job and I love mine and life is good. And I’m beginning to realize that when things are good, you must enjoy yourself, because life can throw some real curveballs at you.
And I’m sure more curveballs are on their way to me. I just heard through two family sources that my mother is in a fast decline. And that’s gonna be a tough nut to crack. Losing your mother, no matter how old you are, sucks. So I’m headed to their retirement home next week to visit. Dad’s still doing okay, he’s 88 and Mom’s 86. I can’t imagine life without her. But we all have to leave the planet at sometime. Even if it sucks for the people left behind.
On a lighter note, here is the third part and the conclusion of Do-It-Yourself Troublemaker. Another double post because I felt like it.
Hugs to all you wonderful people out there!
Michelle
If this woman became his, there was no way he’d let her do crazy things. Maybe he’d come along at the right time. Maybe he was just what she needed. Bryan knew a great tried and true method of getting through to accident-prone troublemakers. Right over his knee. And man, Joey had one, nice spankable ass.
Bryan drove her home and pulled up in her driveway. “You need food,” he said, trying for the simple approach.
“I got some, I’ll be okay.”
“I’m offering to buy.”
“Oh. Well… when you put it that way.”
He grinned. “Why don’t you get out of those bloody clothes and I’ll take you to the Bistro for a late lunch.”
“That sounds heavenly.”
She bounded up her stairs and returned in less than five minutes. He laughed at her exuberance. She liked him!
Joey kept trying to appear detached and cool at lunch. But she knew she was blowing it. God, Bryan was so handsome! And he really seemed to like her. He laughed at all her jokes and was so charming! Her heart rate hadn’t slowed once.
His expression grew contemplative. “So…why do you hurt yourself like that?” he said with a nod towards her scarred shoulder.
She shrugged. “Dunno. Klutz, I guess.”
“I think it goes a bit beyond that. What made you think climbing a tree to cut a branch down was a good idea?”
“Uh…” She frowned, thinking. “I wanted it down. Was really all I thought. Guess I’m kinda impatient. Hate waiting for help. I like to do things for myself. Ever since my husband passed, I found myself without a handyman. And without him stopping me at every turn, I guess I like doing stuff myself.”
“He tried to stop you?”
“Yeah. Always said I was reckless.”
He lifted an eyebrow.
“Okay, so I’m reckless. Haven’t died yet.”
“You miss him?”
Old pain tweaked her insides. “Oh, God, yeah. I mean, not as much as I did. Linda thinks I was trying to join him because I missed him so bad.”
“Were you?”
“Possible, I suppose. I mean, not anymore. At first—like when the chainsaw thing happened—I was overcome with grief. I really didn’t care if I lived or died and I hated that stupid branch and hated being powerless. Didn’t want to wait for some man to save me. No offense. Today…I can’t thank you enough. I have discovered over the previous year that life can be okay again. And I’m ready to move on.”
“You did almost die.”
She bit her lip. “I know. And I really don’t want to.”
“Good. I don’t want you to, either.” He winked at her.
A rush of white-hot energy filled her, centering on her sex. She squirmed on her seat. Wow, that felt good. How long had it been since she felt this way about a guy? Just about five years.
After lunch, they drove back home.
After he parked his car in his driveway, he turned to her. “You want to come and see what I’ve done with the place?”
“Can I see your etchings?”
He laughed, a deep roaring belly laugh and reddened.
“Please don’t be embarrassed, I was trying to figure out a way to get you to ask me inside.”
His laugh grew. He escorted her into his house. As soon as they hit his living room, she turned to him.
“This is beautiful. I love what you’ve done with the floors and the paint job. Beautiful.”
“You know what else is beautiful?”
“What?”
“You.”
He took her in his arms and kissed her. She was blown right out of her socks. Five years of pent need exploded, she grabbed onto him and kissed him back with everything she had. He tasted so good, his tongue was masterful, her body buzzed with lust and excitement.
He was so tall! His shoulders were so firm, a total hard body.
Bryan cupped her face with his large, warm hands; tingly energy seared her cheeks and made her nearly faint with want. He drove his tongue deeper inside, toying with her own until the room spun.
He let go, his gaze heavy-lidded. “You are something special, lady.”
“God, you’re so hot,” she whispered.
He grinned and kissed her again, she melted in his arms. He pulled her close, molding her body to his. His steely rod pressed firmly against her belly, she wanted him inside her.
He pulled away. “Oh, God, I’m getting carried away here. Look, I don’t want you to think I don’t respect you. I do, I’m just…God, I’ve been in lust with you since the day I first saw you. You are the hottest woman I’ve met in years. But I’m not a user. I…”
“Neither am I.”
“I just want you to know that my intentions are honorable. No matter what happens, I want to see you. I want to keep on seeing you. Do you feel the same away about—”
She attacked him with a kiss. He laughed into her mouth.
“I’ll take that as a yes.” He picked her up and carried her to his bedroom.
She giggled, so turned on, her sex was super ready.
Within seconds of reaching the bedroom, he’d stripped her naked.
He gasped when he saw her bare body. “My God, you’re even more beautiful.”
He dropped to take her breast in his mouth while his hand teased her sex. She spread her legs, eager for his touch.
She gasped when his finger slipped over her clit. How long had it been? And this guy was a superstar. A lovemaking superstar.
He gently laid her back on his bed, then fell between her legs. Flicking her hungry nub with his dexterous tongue, she ran her hands through his soft hair and squealed with delight. Two seconds later, she blasted into a thunderous orgasm. That was so fast!
And then he was on top and inside her. He moved slowly at first, watching her carefully for her reaction. When he hit her g-spot, she gasped. It had been so long! Oh, God, he felt so good!
Gradually, he built his pace until he was full-on powering into her. She screamed with joy as climax after climax shook her nether regions. This was so fun! Yeee-hah!
He drove into her faster and faster until he shuddered, crying out with his own release. Which sent her even higher.
Sweaty and spent, they both collapsed to the bed, laughing.
“Wow, that was amazing!” she exulted.
He brought her to him and smacked her butt a couple times, sending shockwaves of sensation ricocheting through her sex. Ooo, he had a nice touch with the spanks, too. She loved a few love taps on her ass after coming. So fun!
His grin widened at her reaction. “Girl after my own heart. You like the spanky games, huh?”
“Oh, God, yes. Do that again.” She flopped onto her stomach and raised her buns so he could get a better shot at her.
He fired one into her sit spots; delicious waves of joy echoed through her sex. He let his swat do its work, then he spanked her again, a bit harder this time. She gasped. It felt so good!
One then the other, he worked her ass, building his play punishment slowly. Closer and closer, she came to the edge. Was she going to come from just a spanking?
She raised her ass higher and tucked her legs under her so more of the swat would impact her clit.
Whack! She shot straight to the edge. Oh, God, she was gonna come!
He laid a series of perfectly aimed swats with just the right strength exactly where she needed it. Fireworks exploded in her mind, her sex and clit jolted with a shockingly intense orgasm. She cried out with ecstasy, gripping the bed with both hands and arching her back to receive his amazing spanks. Her entire body shook with rapture. He continued his strikes until she collapsed to the bed. Then he spanked her two final good ones, she shivered with the last throes of her climax.
When she got her breath back, she began giggling. Laughing, he gathered her into his arms and cradled her. Then he laid her down beside him; she pressed the length of herself against his lean body.
“You’re fun,” he said in a deep, lusty tone.
“You’re even more fun,” She bit his neck and he yelped.
“What a perfect playmate, you are. And this probably isn’t the time, but lady, I think I’m playin’ you for keeps.”
She gasped and her heart burst wide open. She squeezed him hard. “Thanks for saying that. I feel exactly the same way.”
He kissed her, which started things all over again.
Joey looked at the clock. Bryan was due in a half hour. Quick! She could just put that one screw into the rain gutter in the back before he got there. He’d ordered her to stay away from ladders and power tools until her hand healed. A week into their new relationship, Bryan was still in the deluded phase of falling in love. For some reason, he thought he had control over her. Yeah, right. She raced to the garage, grabbed her ladder and hustled it outside. Within seconds, she was at the top, balanced perfectly and ready to put in the screw.
Gurgle, gurk! She stopped. What a weird noise. She couldn’t tell where it came from. Sounded like a cross between a duck quacking and a cat strangling. She looked around, but didn’t see anything. She returned to her chore and finished fast.
Climbing down wasn’t as easy as going up. Not with the stupid hurt hand. As she landed on the ground, some movement out of the shadows under the eaves of the house caught her attention.
She turned and there was Bryan, his gaze flaming, his face stony, his jaw and fists clenched. Oops.
“Hi, honey, I didn’t—”
“Don’t you ‘hi, honey’ me, Joey. You made me a promise.”
“I’m not sure I technically promised you.”
“Inside,” he said, jerking his head towards the back door.
This didn’t sound good. Sounded like a confrontation. Oh, dear. Was she going to have to teach him a lesson today about who she really was?
She went inside, he slammed the door behind her. She turned to talk to him, he was right there. Taking her by the upper arm, he pulled her into her living room.
She dragged her feet. “Hey, wait.”
He reached the couch, sat down and pulled her off balance. She fell forward, across his lap.
“Hey, wait!”
“No, you wait.” He took the back of her pants and undies and pulled them down to her knees.
She wiggled to get away and searing pain blazed her bare behind. She almost jumped out of her skin. Was that his hand? Did he just hit her that hard with just his hand? This was nothing like his play spankings!
“You stay still and you listen to me, woman,” he said in a harsh tone.
“Hey, that hurt!”
“Good. You and I are going to have a little talk.” Spank!
“Yeee-ow! Bryan, stop!”
Swat! “No! You’re going to listen to me and listen to me good. I (spank) told you to stay away from power tools!” Spank, spank, spank.
“Ow! Ow! Owwww! Bryan!”
“You are injured and could hurt yourself worse!” A blazing series of horrid swats aimed right on her sit spots.
Tears rolled down her cheeks. “Bryan!” She kicked her feet.
“Don’t ‘Bryan’ me, lady!” Too many spanks to count rained down on her poor ass.
“Owww! Stop!”
“Now you be quiet and listen to me. Are you listening?”
“Yes!” she yelled quickly.
“You are my woman, right?”
“Right!”
“You want to live to be with me, right?”
“Yes!”
“Then (spank) don’t (spank) put (really horrid spank) yourself (spank, spank, spank) in danger!” A storm of swats all over her tender ass.
“Okay! Okay!”
“Do you understand me?”
“Yes!”
“Do you think I’m being unfair?”
“No!” Unfortunately, he really wasn’t. And while she wished he’d stop and she hated it, no one had ever cared about her enough to set limits on her. Not even her ex. She’d always pushed it.
Those days could be over.
“I love you!” He spanked her a hard one, she yipped. “And I can’t stand the thought of you getting hurt. From now on, you listen to me. From now on, when I say don’t use power tools…” He lit into her ass with horrendous power.
She yowled.
“You don’t use power tools.” He laid several more nasty spanks all over her burning buns. “Understand?”
“Ow! Yes! I understand!”
He picked her up off his lap, gathered her in his arms and crushed her in a hug. “You will obey me, woman,” he rasped.
“I’m sorry, Bryan,” she sniffled.
“You’d better be. Damn crazy loon, up on a bloody ladder. I saw you up there, but didn’t want you to fall so I hid.”
“Oh! That was the strange noise I heard, it was you.”
“Yes. I choked when I saw where you were. What the hell were you thinking? I could have done that for you.”
“It was only one screw,” she said in a small voice.
“Only one screw. Do I have to spank you again?”
“No. Please don’t. I got it. I won’t lie to you, I’ll listen to you.”
“I don’t spank my women for real unless they deserve it. I don’t like spanking you other than for play. So don’t push me again, you hear?”
“I won’t!” She sniffed and bit her lip.
“Now don’t pout. I’m not going to stop you from doing your projects, just the ones that might hurt you. No chainsaws up trees, no work while you’re healing. I think I’m being remarkably restrained here.”
“You are. I just… never had anyone who cared as much as you do.”
He kissed her hard. “I love you, you idiot,” he said into her mouth. She kissed him back eagerly.
He dropped a hand between her legs, her sex drive roared to life.
He grinned at her reaction. “Well, looky here, your pants are off. Now what should I do about that?”
She sent him a wicked grin. He kissed her again and pushed her back against the couch.
©2010, Michelle Carlyle
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