Newbie, Parts Eleven and Twelve

Hey Cyber Friends!

Happy holidays to you all! Wow, am I busy! With shopping, parties, the whole shebang, but life is good. I am so thankful for all my friends, for my fans, my husband and my home, I can’t tell you. When I think about how crappy things were last year at this time, I can’t believe how much better our lives are now. Hubby loves his job, I love mine, we get to keep our house and everything is finally stable. So for those of you who are suffering through bad times, take it from me, things do get better. And when your life finally turns around, boy, do you appreciate it!

I will not be posting next week due to massive Christmas stuff. I have 20 million people coming for Christmas Eve and about 10 million coming for Christmas Day. But I’m not complaining. I can’t wait to have all these great people destroying, I mean, partying in my house! Yay!!! Christmas!!!

But since we have no New Years plans (Hubby has to work on the 31st) I will be posting on the 31st. So I will see you all then!

Here is the next part of Newbie, soon to be found in Bottoms Up!

Hugs and love to you all,
Michelle



“Honey, I’m going to carry you into the bedroom. Normally, I’d make you stand in that corner for awhile, but this was the most severe I’ve ever punished anyone. Because you deserved it and needed a strong wake-up call. No one ever blew it like this with me. And you’re just not like this. Anyway, your punishment is over and done with and I forgive you.”

Which prompted her to sob with relief.

“Honey, honey, it’s okay,” he said. He picked her up, gathered her into his arms and cradled her. “I won’t hold anything against you, I won’t mention my credit rating again. I am going to leave this issue like it’s handled and we’re going to move on.”

She sobbed harder; so relieved. So happy. She’d blown it and now it was all over and they were moving on. No more guilt, only hard work to make sure the problem didn’t happen again. This was good.

Even though she’d never felt more pain coming from her buns before. Luckily, she’d heal. And in the process heal her bad habits. It was time to grow up.

Thank God for this man.

He picked her up—she still felt boneless—and carried her to their bedroom.

He gently lay her down on the bed. “Turn over and lay on your tummy, honey. I’m gonna go get an icepack and some aspirin.”

Lost in endorphins rushing to her aid, she did as she was told. She floated away, somewhere between residual pain and warm rushes that coursed throughout her body.

She jumped when he laid an icepack on her bare rear. After a second, it felt good. Very good.

“Here, take these, honey,” he said, offering her two aspirin and a bottle of cold water. She eagerly took the medicine, then lay back down, dizzy and exhausted.

“Dinner’s on it’s way, I called out for Chinese.”

Her nausea had begun to subside, food sounded pretty good. Especially food she didn’t have to cook. Still, she didn’t deserve this special treatment.

“I feel guilty,” she croaked. She drank some more water. “Guilty, you’re being too nice to me.”

“I couldn’t be nicer to you, honey. That was only a wake-up call, I wasn’t being mean to you. I was setting limits.”

“I just…”

“We’re done with that. Move on. You’re hurting and I’m going to help you.”

“Thank you.”

“You’re welcome, baby.”

The doorbell rang. Bill disappeared and returned ten minutes later with two plates of steaming hot food. He set one down on the bed. “You aren’t gonna want to sit. Eat right there.”

“Okay,” she said. She began to eat and didn’t stop. She was famished. He vacuumed up his food pretty fast too.

He took her plate and set them on their dressed. He returned to the bed, lay beside and petted her head. “I love you, honey.”

“I love you, too.”

He leaned in and kissed her. The residual pain plus his magnificent kiss ignited a flame of desire in her sex. All at once it hit her. Her entire body hummed with excitement; the punishment’s delayed effect on her libido. Atomic-powered lust exploded within her. Her deep-seated passion for submission; the way her body glowed now from the punishment in conjunction with sharp notes of lingering pain caused her hormones to jump into over-drive. She wanted him inside her. Hard and fast and punishing, she wanted him to make love to her.

Tuned into her, Bill ran a hand over her hot rear and dropped a hand between her legs; smiling into her mouth when he found his prize so wet.

He slid his finger inside her; tantalizing sensations rocketed through her. Dizzy, her head fell to the pillow; she ground her hips against the mattress.

Bill withdrew from her sex and gently pushed her onto her back. When her sizzling skin touched the silky material of the comforter, a shock went through her nether-regions; the spanking’s effect juicing her sex drive full-on. She fell back into a lake of want, floating in pure desire.

He moved her legs apart and settled in, gazing at her sex, his eyes alight with lust. He pushed her tender folds aside, his dexterous and very long tongue touched her engorged nub. Her entire body jerked upwards; it was like she’d stuck her clit in a light socket of joy. Just as electric pulses of pain raced through her body during her punishment, now it was electric pulses of longing. Crazy hunger gripped her entire being.

Bill carefully teased her folds; slowly, sweetly making her whole system sing. Quickly she climbed the ladder of nirvana; her orgasm building fast.

He launched an exquisite torrent of licks on her tiny head; her entire consciousness blew apart. Screaming, quaking, writhing, bucking, she scissored his head, grabbing him, rubbing herself against his mouth. Wringing every last bit of feeling out of the climax.

Her womb spasmed for the longest time; sending charges of delight through her clit. She fell back against the softness of the bed, basking in the hot afterglow of one of the best orgasms of her life.

Bill climbed on top, gently eased her legs apart and slipped his gigantic tool inside her.

Immediately, her body came alive; she was right back on that precipice of coming. Throwing her head back against the pillows, she squealed with yips of rapture; each thrust causing her to exclaim her bliss and love of her husband.

Surrendering, submitting to him, Bill grabbed her wrists and pinned them to the bed, driving inside her, faster and faster. His gaze dark and feral; each thrust was aimed perfectly to elicit the perfect response in her. He never missed his target. Closer and closer she rose to the climax, abruptly blasting into a hellacious orgasm.

Her screams turned to rasps, her throat worn out from her punishment. He continued to plow her depths; his thrusts growing more violent, his teeth gritted, his face red. She allowed herself to take the ride with him, building again toward ecstasy.

His body jerked frantically against her with his release; pummeling her g-spot, causing her to burst into a bomb of an orgasm; bucking up against him, allowing him inside her as far as he could get. He hammered her, again and again, gradually decreasing until his last thrusts were gentle and loving.

He let go of her wrists, fell beside her, gathering her into his arms. “God I love you, baby,” he said in a harsh whisper, his voice urgent.

“I love you,” she croaked hoarsely. “Can’t… talk.”

Crushing her to him, he kissed the side of her face. “I’ll get my baby some wine. You want wine?”

She nodded, but clung to him.

“You want me to stay for a bit first?”

She hugged him harder.

They stayed in an embrace, their sweat-slicked bodies slippery and hot against each other. He kissed her neck and face, nuzzling her, cuddling her.

Even though the length of his body was pressed against hers, she began to get cold.

“You cold, baby?” he asked a second after she noticed.

“Yeah,” she whispered.
“Here, you get under the covers, I’m gonna go get us some drinks.” He slipped out of her grip and lifted the covers for her. The room spinning, she somehow got under the covers, collapsing on her side.

What a work out!

Bill laughed. “You look half-dead, honey.”

“I am,” she whispered, closing her eyes.

A while later, she felt his weight on the bed, a rush of cold air blasted her sweaty body as he climbed in next to her.

“Here, baby, I got you a mimosa.”

Her eyes flew open, she eagerly reached for the tall glass of orange bliss, causing him to chuckle. “Well, that made you come alive.”

The cool, bubbly sweet liquid slid down her parched throat, putting out the fire within. The scent of orange and champagne filled her senses; the coolness in her belly felt wonderful.

“Mmmmm,” she said, taking another long draw.

Her brain began to percolate again. She sat up next to him; a wave of pain from her tender ass caused her to wince. “Wow, that’s sore.”

He smiled. “Yeah, and it will be for a long time, baby. You’ll need a new chair at work.”

“Oh, God, work! I’ll have to come up with some excuse.”

“You fell on the back patio, slipping after you watered.”

“Good one.”

“Or you could just say your husband spanked you because you ruined his credit rating.”

She shook her head. “Uh, no.”

“I’m sorry, I said I wasn’t going to mention that again.”

She intertwined her legs with his. “No worries, baby.”

“You learn your lesson?” He rubbed her back gently.

“Uh, yeah.”
“I hope I never have to do that to you again.”

“Me, too.”

He brushed some red hair out of her eyes. “So how are you going to make sure it doesn’t happen again?”

“I’m going to make a chart of all my expenses and set up a calendar so I never forget again.”

He smiled, his entire handsome face lit up. “Good girl. That’s a great idea.”

“I’m glad you approve.”

“Maybe this isn’t the time, but I wanted to bring up something.”

“Uh, oh.”

“There have been some times recently where you… well, got kinda lazy. You know when we were cleaning the garage the other day? And you pretended to go inside to get something?”

“Damn.”

He laughed. “Honey, I’m getting to know you and your little games. Now in the future, I want to spank you for those. Not at all like today. Maybe one or two pops with the paddle, depending on the infraction, over your pants. Or if I really catch you slacking off, maybe panties off. I’ll determine that at the time.”

“I don’t like it, but I’ll submit to it. I don’t like disappointing you. I’d like to stop my sneaky childish ways. I mean, it’s embarrassing when you bring it up like that. You work so hard and are so meticulous and together… I’ve just…”

“You’re just not working up to your potential.”

“No, I’m not. And I know that.” She nodded, warming to the idea. She could totally take one or two pops with that dreadful thing. “Hopefully there will come a time where you won’t ever need to do that. Only during sex.”

He smiled and took her glass from her hand and set it on the nightstand. He brought her to him and kissed her. “I love you, baby.”

“I love you, Bill.”

©2010, Michelle Carlyle