Happy Friday To My Favorite Spankos!
How are you lovely people? I’m doing GREAT!!!!! I won’t discuss how many times I came last night or go into any sordid details about my sex life, just know that Michelle is HAPPY this morning. I only wish Hubby could stay home today from work so I could work him. I still can’t believe we’re working on our 24th year together and our sex life has never diminished in intensity. Yay! Oh. I wasn’t going to discuss that. Oops.
Okie-dokie, so here is a fantastic chapter thingy for you. After this, we’ve only got three more before we move onto another story.
Have a great weekend and I will see you here next Friday!
Michelle
Fay kicked and screeched and begged Peter to stop, but he ignored her and wailed on her poor, bare ass. Each strike caused her nerves to jump. Pain radiated from her ass, sending tendrils of agony throughout her body. Man, was he mad!
Sure she’d lied to him, but damn it, she had to fulfill her obligations to her clients. Besides, she’d already spent their money. Besides, Jerry Neighbor deserved what he got.
Of course, Peter didn’t care about that. All he cared about was taming her. That was clear.
“Peter, stop! I’m sorry! I’m sorr-eeeee!”
“What did I tell you? What did you promise me? Was that all smoke? Is this your idea of telling the truth?”
“No! Owww!”
He strafed her butt with fearsome swats, around and around and around. He spanked the top of her ass, all the way down to her sit spots. After performing a percussion solo on her most sensitive spots, he slapped her upper thighs, then started all over again.
Her butt blazed with sharp stinging pain. Sweat poured off her body, her throat was hoarse from yelling, but nothing she did seem to slow him. She’d never felt the likes of this kind of torment in her life.
All at once, he stopped. He stood, taking her with him, spun her around and laid a liplock on her.
Pain mixed with lust for a potent effect. Fay’s mind went from processing agony to processing a deluge of sexual thoughts.
How could this be? How could she be this turned on after he blistered her ass?
He pulled away, his gaze dark and hungry. He picked her up, threw her over his shoulder and carried her to her bedroom.
In one move, she was on the bed on her back, her panties gone and he was inside her. A fierce expression on his handsome carved face, he ploughed into her. She screamed with delight. Her sex spasmed around his steely cock, she dug her fingers into his broad shoulders, her mouth open wide in cries of ecstasy.
Grunting, he increased his pace. Grabbing her wrists, he pinned them above her head. “I am the boss of you. Me. You do what I say,” he growled, his thrusting into her hard. “Say it, say you’ll obey me!”
“I’ll obey you! I’ll obey you—aaaahhhhh!” she yelled, coming so hard, white lights streaked her vision.
She could barely get air in her lungs before she screamed again. Dizzy, reeling, she transported to a semi-conscious world of pure rapture. Lost in one long, amazing orgasm, she exulted in the feel of his rock-hard tool inside her.
His body jerked, he let out a bellow that shook the windows and came inside her, propelling her into another thunderous climax. She howled like a wild animal, her body shuddering and shaking with the final throes. Awe-inspiring sex. Stupendous sex. There weren’t enough adjectives to describe the splendor.
She lay there, the room spinning, he slipped out of her and lay down beside her. Taking her into his sweaty arms, he kissed her cheek and nuzzled her neck.
She gave a short chuckle. All she could manage. “I’m undone. You undid me. Wow. That was great.”
“Yes…” he said in a tone that made her skin prickle.
He still wasn’t done reprimanding her. Damn it. She’d hoped with that wonderful sex, he’d forget all about her transgression.
She angled a glance at him.
He raised an eyebrow at her, his mouth twisted in disapproval. “You’re still in trouble.” His tone was a low purr, but laced with warning.
A thrill went through her loins, sparking them back to life. He was such a turn-on! She loved this whole Dom thing he had going on.
However, it still didn’t change her mind. She had contractual obligations no amount of spanking could get her to cancel.
First she had to discover how he’d found out she’d lied.
“I’m sure. So what tipped you off?”
“Followed you. I was going to surprise you with a dinner out, but when I saw you leave here in this skimpy, little cocktail—speaking of which—” He sat up, bringing her with him. “I want this off of you. And you aren’t to wear it for anyone but me. Is that understood?” he ordered, turning her around to unzip her.
No. “Yes, Peter.”
She helped him push the dress off. He wadded it into a ball and tossed it into a corner of her bedroom. She wanted to protest this unceremonious disposal, but he took her in his arms and hugged her to him, dropping a hand between her legs. A few strokes and her train of thought went off its rails.
He laughed, deep in his throat. “You are so fun.”
Nibbling along her neck, he increased his pace with his fingers. Without warning, she came, yelling out, grabbing his hand and pressing it tightly to her sex. Fully relishing the feel of his strong hand, the scent of his cologne mixed with his heady maleness, she threw herself into the ecstasy. She’d never had this much fun with a lover before. Peter was amazing.
Once she calmed, he ripped off the rest of his clothes, climbed on top and rode her into prolonged bliss. No man had ever felt like this, made love like this to her. He was made for her. They fit together perfectly.
Except for those pesky morals of his. Oh, well, if she kept him this happy in the sack, that would have some affect on his brain. How could it not?
Afterwards, he held her in his arms. “New rules. You lie to me, disobey me, I paddle you. If that doesn’t work, it’s the cane.”
Fay pushed away to check his face for seriousness. He was serious, all right. His square jaw tight, his ice-blue eyes hard, his sensual lips firm, the man had on his I-Mean-Business face.
Hmph! She’d seen this expression before on her men. Peter would figure it out eventually. He had no real control over her. She just had to get better at the game. As hot as he was, she wasn’t rolling over and playing dead for him.
©2011, Michelle Carlyle
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Friday, April 1, 2011
Revenge, Inc. Part Twelve
Hey Spankos!
I hope you had a great week! I have to run, I have lots to do today! So I hope you enjoy this installment of Revenge, Inc., and I’ll see you next week!
Hugs,
Michelle
Later, Fay drove home, a check for twenty grand in her purse, a song in her heart. She shifted on her seat, a bit sore from her afternoon of unexpected, yet amazing fun.
While she felt weird about taking his money, she never wanted to do anything to disappoint Peter again. She’d never fallen in love this fast before. She didn’t tell him because he didn’t mention the “l” word, but she’d fallen hard for the man. She wasn’t too worried about him not saying it, he’d spoken so much about their future together.
He was so hot! So tall, his lips, his jaw, his teeth, his cock, she wanted it all. All of him.
And damn, what was up with that spanking? She’d actually come from it. Of course, his wonderful touch on her clit hadn’t hurt. But that was so fun!
She’d only tried spanking once with one boyfriend, but he was so wimpy, she hadn’t gotten into it. But Peter was a natural born Dom. And wow, had that lit her fire! So unexpected. But so fun.
She squirmed. He mentioned about using all kinds of things on her. Playing all sorts of games, doing unimaginable things to her. Her head swam with lust. Were all her secret fantasies going to come true?
Apparently. Only one caveat. Peter was a kind of a hardass. If she didn’t play by his rules, there would be consequences. A whole new world for her. She wasn’t used to consequences. She’d always ruled the relationship. Always controlled her men. What would it be like to not have that kind of control?
In one word: exciting. Very exciting. Would make all the time between the sheets fifty times more fun than with the other guys. Finally, a guy she’d look forward to screwing. She always enjoyed sex, but after a few years (and after she got total control over her men), she lost interest.
Somehow she didn’t think that would be a problem with Peter. Her only problem would be keeping her last few jobs from him. She had to take the money from him to make him think she was quitting. Before they got that close, she’d finish up her jobs, then retire. By then, Mitzi and she would have time to get better jobs.
Besides, she’d been looking forward to her next job. Jerry Neighbor. Skirt-chasing jerk. Humiliated his wife when he left her for their nanny. Who was just twenty-one and he was fifty-one. Plus he’d gotten the house and the kids. Nancy Neighbor was devastated. Fay had to help her. Peter didn’t have to know.
Besides, now that she was with Peter, she could keep a better eye on him. Finish the jobs and be done with it. Then they could live happily ever after.
Even though she still had her fears. How could he go from hating her to wanting her in his life? Still, he didn’t seem like a liar. Even if he had said hurtful things about her to his friend. She wondered what that friend would think about her now. Hopefully, his friends wouldn’t try to talk him out of being with her.
Of course, she’d messed over most of them. That wasn’t very promising for their future. Her stomach roiled. Was she heading for the worst heartache of her life?
Maybe so, but at this point, there was no way to stop it.
Fay laughed until her sides ached.
Mitzi was cracking up so hard, tears formed in her eyes. “Did you see the look on his face? Oh, my God, I thought I would die!”
“I’m so glad you could be there. You’ve missed half these guys’ reactions.”
“That was too funny. Oh, God, his date! Man, I’m surprised his face didn’t melt off from that glare of hers.”
Fay nodded. “Oh, God, that was a good one. Damn it, I left my clothes back at home. I’m stuck in this stupid cocktail outfit. And man is it squishing my boobs.”
Mitzi gave her the once over. “Looks great on you, though. A little too Playboy Bunny, but hot.”
“Yeah, I gotta get home and get changed. Peter’s coming over later.”
“One more job and you never have to lie to him again.”
“Thank God. I didn’t feel good about it, but hey.”
“That jerk deserved it. Okay, here you are. Call me tomorrow and we’ll figure out our plan of attack for the last idiot.”
“Cool.” Fay opened the door to Mitzi’s van. “See ya!”
“Tomorrow,” Mitzi said.
Fay let herself in and threw the keys in the ashtray near the door. Flicking on the lights, she tossed her purse on the couch.
Movement caught her attention from the corner of her living room.
She gasped and leapt for the door. Then she realized it was Peter, sitting in her favorite recliner.
He stood, his handsome face granite. “Jerry Neighbor?”
Panic constricted her throat. Sweat broke out on her forehead. “Uh…”
“You lied to me.”
“No, I twisted the truth.”
He blinked, his face reddened, his brow went into a deep V. “Are you trying to get out of this?”
“Um. Look, I—”
In two large strides, Peter was towering over her. He latched onto her wrist with an iron grip and yanked her over to the living room couch.
“No!”
She attempted to pull away, but he had an inexorable hold on her. He sat, dragging her down across his lap.
She thrashed, trying to get away, but he pinned her fast. He tugged her panties down to mid-thigh. Her extremely short dress didn’t even need to be moved out of the way, it was already up around her back.
Pain seared her ass. His amazingly huge and strong hand felt like a plank of hard wood as it impacted her poor buns. Her body jarred with each strike. Agony flooded her system. She kicked and protested and promised him she’d never lie to him again, but nothing worked. The man was making an example out of her.
And such an example it was. He incinerated her ass. While she assumed she’d survive the spanking, would their relationship survive her lies?
She burst into tears, worry mixed with pain. Had she blown it? Would he leave her?
©2011, Michelle Carlyle
I hope you had a great week! I have to run, I have lots to do today! So I hope you enjoy this installment of Revenge, Inc., and I’ll see you next week!
Hugs,
Michelle
Later, Fay drove home, a check for twenty grand in her purse, a song in her heart. She shifted on her seat, a bit sore from her afternoon of unexpected, yet amazing fun.
While she felt weird about taking his money, she never wanted to do anything to disappoint Peter again. She’d never fallen in love this fast before. She didn’t tell him because he didn’t mention the “l” word, but she’d fallen hard for the man. She wasn’t too worried about him not saying it, he’d spoken so much about their future together.
He was so hot! So tall, his lips, his jaw, his teeth, his cock, she wanted it all. All of him.
And damn, what was up with that spanking? She’d actually come from it. Of course, his wonderful touch on her clit hadn’t hurt. But that was so fun!
She’d only tried spanking once with one boyfriend, but he was so wimpy, she hadn’t gotten into it. But Peter was a natural born Dom. And wow, had that lit her fire! So unexpected. But so fun.
She squirmed. He mentioned about using all kinds of things on her. Playing all sorts of games, doing unimaginable things to her. Her head swam with lust. Were all her secret fantasies going to come true?
Apparently. Only one caveat. Peter was a kind of a hardass. If she didn’t play by his rules, there would be consequences. A whole new world for her. She wasn’t used to consequences. She’d always ruled the relationship. Always controlled her men. What would it be like to not have that kind of control?
In one word: exciting. Very exciting. Would make all the time between the sheets fifty times more fun than with the other guys. Finally, a guy she’d look forward to screwing. She always enjoyed sex, but after a few years (and after she got total control over her men), she lost interest.
Somehow she didn’t think that would be a problem with Peter. Her only problem would be keeping her last few jobs from him. She had to take the money from him to make him think she was quitting. Before they got that close, she’d finish up her jobs, then retire. By then, Mitzi and she would have time to get better jobs.
Besides, she’d been looking forward to her next job. Jerry Neighbor. Skirt-chasing jerk. Humiliated his wife when he left her for their nanny. Who was just twenty-one and he was fifty-one. Plus he’d gotten the house and the kids. Nancy Neighbor was devastated. Fay had to help her. Peter didn’t have to know.
Besides, now that she was with Peter, she could keep a better eye on him. Finish the jobs and be done with it. Then they could live happily ever after.
Even though she still had her fears. How could he go from hating her to wanting her in his life? Still, he didn’t seem like a liar. Even if he had said hurtful things about her to his friend. She wondered what that friend would think about her now. Hopefully, his friends wouldn’t try to talk him out of being with her.
Of course, she’d messed over most of them. That wasn’t very promising for their future. Her stomach roiled. Was she heading for the worst heartache of her life?
Maybe so, but at this point, there was no way to stop it.
Fay laughed until her sides ached.
Mitzi was cracking up so hard, tears formed in her eyes. “Did you see the look on his face? Oh, my God, I thought I would die!”
“I’m so glad you could be there. You’ve missed half these guys’ reactions.”
“That was too funny. Oh, God, his date! Man, I’m surprised his face didn’t melt off from that glare of hers.”
Fay nodded. “Oh, God, that was a good one. Damn it, I left my clothes back at home. I’m stuck in this stupid cocktail outfit. And man is it squishing my boobs.”
Mitzi gave her the once over. “Looks great on you, though. A little too Playboy Bunny, but hot.”
“Yeah, I gotta get home and get changed. Peter’s coming over later.”
“One more job and you never have to lie to him again.”
“Thank God. I didn’t feel good about it, but hey.”
“That jerk deserved it. Okay, here you are. Call me tomorrow and we’ll figure out our plan of attack for the last idiot.”
“Cool.” Fay opened the door to Mitzi’s van. “See ya!”
“Tomorrow,” Mitzi said.
Fay let herself in and threw the keys in the ashtray near the door. Flicking on the lights, she tossed her purse on the couch.
Movement caught her attention from the corner of her living room.
She gasped and leapt for the door. Then she realized it was Peter, sitting in her favorite recliner.
He stood, his handsome face granite. “Jerry Neighbor?”
Panic constricted her throat. Sweat broke out on her forehead. “Uh…”
“You lied to me.”
“No, I twisted the truth.”
He blinked, his face reddened, his brow went into a deep V. “Are you trying to get out of this?”
“Um. Look, I—”
In two large strides, Peter was towering over her. He latched onto her wrist with an iron grip and yanked her over to the living room couch.
“No!”
She attempted to pull away, but he had an inexorable hold on her. He sat, dragging her down across his lap.
She thrashed, trying to get away, but he pinned her fast. He tugged her panties down to mid-thigh. Her extremely short dress didn’t even need to be moved out of the way, it was already up around her back.
Pain seared her ass. His amazingly huge and strong hand felt like a plank of hard wood as it impacted her poor buns. Her body jarred with each strike. Agony flooded her system. She kicked and protested and promised him she’d never lie to him again, but nothing worked. The man was making an example out of her.
And such an example it was. He incinerated her ass. While she assumed she’d survive the spanking, would their relationship survive her lies?
She burst into tears, worry mixed with pain. Had she blown it? Would he leave her?
©2011, Michelle Carlyle
Friday, March 18, 2011
Revenge, Inc. Part Ten
Hey Friends!
Such a heavy week! This stuff in Japan has been weighing on me. I’m so worried for the people of Japan. And the nuclear disaster keeps growing. And since I’m on the coast of California, people are pretty paranoid about the fallout reaching us. However, it is important in times like these that you keep your perspective. You do what you can and then return to your lives. Hubby and I sent money to the Red Cross, we’re buying emergency supplies in case of an earthquake and now? We are going to enjoy our lives. And be thankful that a disaster is not directly befalling us. We will rejoice that it is not our turn right now. Being in earthquake country, you never know when the next big one will hit. Yet, someday, we could be dealing with what Japan has dealt with, hopefully not on that scale, but I’ve been through a couple large earthquakes and they really humble you.
But today, everything is fine. And I think that’s important to recognize. How well we’re doing. To be grateful for shelter, food and a nice warm bed. Because we never know when our number is up. So for today, I’m going to write spanky stuff and have fun. My cousin is coming over for corned beef and cabbage (a day late, I know) and we will drink Harp’s, discuss the weeks’ events and then set the worries aside and laugh.
And this weekend, I plan on ravishing my husband and bratting enough to earn a good spanking. Because that’s what life is about. Dealing with concerns, but knowing when to set serious subjects aside and have fun.
So speaking of fun and spanking, here is the next part of Revenge, Inc. Thanks to all my great readers and thanks for the feedback on my work. I greatly appreciate your kind words.
I hope this post finds you all doing well. Happy spanking!
Michelle
“That was fun,” Peter said. What would she do now? The next few minutes would say a lot about their future. If they would have one.
“Way fun,” Fay echoed.
He pushed away to look deep into her dark gaze. “I didn’t mean those things you overheard and I mean that. That was fanciful boasting and I’m sorry if I hurt you.”
Her gaze sharpened; he instantly regretted ruining the moment. Then her features softened. “Did hurt me.” Her brow wrinkled.
He was such an idiot! Why didn’t he keep his big trap shut?
She bit her lower lip. “Look… what was this? I mean, I don’t know what happened. I never do this. I’ve… I mean, that hurt, then I was all turned on. I’m confused.”
He gave her a firm stare. “I like you. I more than like you. I want to see you. I want to pursue this. I’m not a user. And I hope you’ll give me a chance.”
She jerked her head back, her eyes wide. “Give you a chance? Are you feeling okay? Did I miss something? How did we go from enemies to this? Are you for real?”
He laughed. “There’s no way I can answer that many questions at once.”
“Well, try. I’m confused. I mean, I was, then you… I mean, I’ve never been turned on by spanking. Well, that’s not true. I never tried it, I always wanted to. But I didn’t like it really. That hurt.”
“You weren’t supposed to like it. That was a punishment. You haven’t experienced my play spankings. I guarantee you, I can make you come with a spanking alone.”
“No.”
“Yes.”
“But you don’t hurt—”
“I won’t hurt you. Even if we’re doing role playing—where you’re a bad girl—sensual spankings are more about the scene, the suggestion. There’s a fine line between pleasure and pain, but I know how to dance around it.”
Her eyes dilated. She licked her lips. “I don’t think I’d be into that now, but…”
His gaze shifted to her mouth. “You’d like to try it.”
“Uh-huh.”
He kissed her. God, he wanted her again! He hadn’t felt this way since he was a teenager. What was it about this woman?
He got lost in the kiss, his cock growing hard again.
She pushed him away. “God! You’re making me lose my mind. Look, we have to talk. I shouldn’t have done this. I never do this. I never lose myself like this. What is up with you? Ever since I met you, I can’t get you out of my mind. Which is why I trashed this place. You meant some of what you said, didn’t you? Be straight with me. This has gone beyond revenge, beyond—you did this to hurt me, didn’t you? You just set me up.” She sat up and glared down at him.
He pulled her in and kissed her. She fought him, but he held her tightly and kissed her thoroughly until she relaxed.
He ended the kiss. “No. I didn’t set you up. I didn’t know you’d be here. Nor did I plan on seducing you. I’m as surprised as you are, although, I share the same feelings. I haven’t been able to get you off my mind, either. That first kiss I gave you took me by surprise. I had no intention of kissing you. Spanking you, yes. Kissing, no.”
“You planned on spanking me? That wasn’t spontaneous?”
“No, once you pulled that crap on me in Fleur and I saw that very spankable ass of yours sashaying away from me, I thought of little else.”
“Sorry. And I mean that. I did more digging and found out that your wife is a total bitch. But you did hurt my feelings. I need to know what you really think about me. I need you to be honest with me.”
“Oh, God.” He rolled on his back. He hated to cop to his earlier thoughts of her, but if they were to have a future he had to come clean with her.
“You did mean those remarks.”
“Not easy to admit. Look,” he said, rolling up on an elbow.
Hurt, deep in her gaze. Damn it.
“I won’t lie to you. I want a future with you and I need to level with you to do that. Yes, I meant some of it.”
“About me being too low for you?”
“You, no. Your occupation, yes. I won’t apologize for that. Reprehensible. You’ll quit today or I can’t move forward with you. I won’t be in a relationship with someone who hurts people for a living.”
“Payback is all. You were my first target that didn’t deserve the retribution. My first mistake. Your little friend Malcolm Horner is a total dick. You know he missed his daughter’s high school graduation because he was screwing her friend? A girl of barely 18?”
“That was a lie.”
“No, I saw it. The girl taped herself and Malcolm. This is why the judge gave his wife everything she wanted. Then he decided to take revenge on her. He took all her favorite stuff and burned it in their pizza oven.”
“He did not.”
“I was there when she found it. When I went to meet her at her house, she’d just found her high school diploma and a whole bunch of pictures of her parents. He even burned her teddy bear. He destroyed all her precious childhood treasures.”
Peter fell back against the pillows and thought about his exchanges with Malcolm. Come to think of it, he’d seen him dress down a taxi driver once. Seemed a bit inappropriate. And there was that time he’d seen a young girl in his car, crying. Told Peter it was his niece, a guy had just broken her heart and Malcolm was comforting her.
Damn.
“I’m telling you the truth. Some of your friends are real creeps. And your wife… she’s good. She showed me all kinds of documentation regarding your abuse. Now in retrospect, the docs were clearly forged. I knew something was wrong, but I’d just taken down two of your creepy associates. I figured you must be like them.”
“I’m not.”
“I see that now.”
“I want you to quit. You’ll take my money until you find something decent. I have some connections to some private schools. My firm represents them. I can get you some interviews if you still want to teach.”
She popped up off the bed, her eyes shining. “You mean it? All I want to do is teach. I miss it so much. I mean, getting even with some of those guys has been fun, but it’s mean. I don’t want to do mean things to people, even if they deserve it. I’m sick of it, to tell you the truth. But I’m not taking your money. I pay my own way. I have pride.”
“I don’t want you doing that work.”
“Only what I’ve got on my books right now.”
“No. I mean it. You take my money or I go out and buy a paddle.”
©2011, Michelle Carlyle
Such a heavy week! This stuff in Japan has been weighing on me. I’m so worried for the people of Japan. And the nuclear disaster keeps growing. And since I’m on the coast of California, people are pretty paranoid about the fallout reaching us. However, it is important in times like these that you keep your perspective. You do what you can and then return to your lives. Hubby and I sent money to the Red Cross, we’re buying emergency supplies in case of an earthquake and now? We are going to enjoy our lives. And be thankful that a disaster is not directly befalling us. We will rejoice that it is not our turn right now. Being in earthquake country, you never know when the next big one will hit. Yet, someday, we could be dealing with what Japan has dealt with, hopefully not on that scale, but I’ve been through a couple large earthquakes and they really humble you.
But today, everything is fine. And I think that’s important to recognize. How well we’re doing. To be grateful for shelter, food and a nice warm bed. Because we never know when our number is up. So for today, I’m going to write spanky stuff and have fun. My cousin is coming over for corned beef and cabbage (a day late, I know) and we will drink Harp’s, discuss the weeks’ events and then set the worries aside and laugh.
And this weekend, I plan on ravishing my husband and bratting enough to earn a good spanking. Because that’s what life is about. Dealing with concerns, but knowing when to set serious subjects aside and have fun.
So speaking of fun and spanking, here is the next part of Revenge, Inc. Thanks to all my great readers and thanks for the feedback on my work. I greatly appreciate your kind words.
I hope this post finds you all doing well. Happy spanking!
Michelle
“That was fun,” Peter said. What would she do now? The next few minutes would say a lot about their future. If they would have one.
“Way fun,” Fay echoed.
He pushed away to look deep into her dark gaze. “I didn’t mean those things you overheard and I mean that. That was fanciful boasting and I’m sorry if I hurt you.”
Her gaze sharpened; he instantly regretted ruining the moment. Then her features softened. “Did hurt me.” Her brow wrinkled.
He was such an idiot! Why didn’t he keep his big trap shut?
She bit her lower lip. “Look… what was this? I mean, I don’t know what happened. I never do this. I’ve… I mean, that hurt, then I was all turned on. I’m confused.”
He gave her a firm stare. “I like you. I more than like you. I want to see you. I want to pursue this. I’m not a user. And I hope you’ll give me a chance.”
She jerked her head back, her eyes wide. “Give you a chance? Are you feeling okay? Did I miss something? How did we go from enemies to this? Are you for real?”
He laughed. “There’s no way I can answer that many questions at once.”
“Well, try. I’m confused. I mean, I was, then you… I mean, I’ve never been turned on by spanking. Well, that’s not true. I never tried it, I always wanted to. But I didn’t like it really. That hurt.”
“You weren’t supposed to like it. That was a punishment. You haven’t experienced my play spankings. I guarantee you, I can make you come with a spanking alone.”
“No.”
“Yes.”
“But you don’t hurt—”
“I won’t hurt you. Even if we’re doing role playing—where you’re a bad girl—sensual spankings are more about the scene, the suggestion. There’s a fine line between pleasure and pain, but I know how to dance around it.”
Her eyes dilated. She licked her lips. “I don’t think I’d be into that now, but…”
His gaze shifted to her mouth. “You’d like to try it.”
“Uh-huh.”
He kissed her. God, he wanted her again! He hadn’t felt this way since he was a teenager. What was it about this woman?
He got lost in the kiss, his cock growing hard again.
She pushed him away. “God! You’re making me lose my mind. Look, we have to talk. I shouldn’t have done this. I never do this. I never lose myself like this. What is up with you? Ever since I met you, I can’t get you out of my mind. Which is why I trashed this place. You meant some of what you said, didn’t you? Be straight with me. This has gone beyond revenge, beyond—you did this to hurt me, didn’t you? You just set me up.” She sat up and glared down at him.
He pulled her in and kissed her. She fought him, but he held her tightly and kissed her thoroughly until she relaxed.
He ended the kiss. “No. I didn’t set you up. I didn’t know you’d be here. Nor did I plan on seducing you. I’m as surprised as you are, although, I share the same feelings. I haven’t been able to get you off my mind, either. That first kiss I gave you took me by surprise. I had no intention of kissing you. Spanking you, yes. Kissing, no.”
“You planned on spanking me? That wasn’t spontaneous?”
“No, once you pulled that crap on me in Fleur and I saw that very spankable ass of yours sashaying away from me, I thought of little else.”
“Sorry. And I mean that. I did more digging and found out that your wife is a total bitch. But you did hurt my feelings. I need to know what you really think about me. I need you to be honest with me.”
“Oh, God.” He rolled on his back. He hated to cop to his earlier thoughts of her, but if they were to have a future he had to come clean with her.
“You did mean those remarks.”
“Not easy to admit. Look,” he said, rolling up on an elbow.
Hurt, deep in her gaze. Damn it.
“I won’t lie to you. I want a future with you and I need to level with you to do that. Yes, I meant some of it.”
“About me being too low for you?”
“You, no. Your occupation, yes. I won’t apologize for that. Reprehensible. You’ll quit today or I can’t move forward with you. I won’t be in a relationship with someone who hurts people for a living.”
“Payback is all. You were my first target that didn’t deserve the retribution. My first mistake. Your little friend Malcolm Horner is a total dick. You know he missed his daughter’s high school graduation because he was screwing her friend? A girl of barely 18?”
“That was a lie.”
“No, I saw it. The girl taped herself and Malcolm. This is why the judge gave his wife everything she wanted. Then he decided to take revenge on her. He took all her favorite stuff and burned it in their pizza oven.”
“He did not.”
“I was there when she found it. When I went to meet her at her house, she’d just found her high school diploma and a whole bunch of pictures of her parents. He even burned her teddy bear. He destroyed all her precious childhood treasures.”
Peter fell back against the pillows and thought about his exchanges with Malcolm. Come to think of it, he’d seen him dress down a taxi driver once. Seemed a bit inappropriate. And there was that time he’d seen a young girl in his car, crying. Told Peter it was his niece, a guy had just broken her heart and Malcolm was comforting her.
Damn.
“I’m telling you the truth. Some of your friends are real creeps. And your wife… she’s good. She showed me all kinds of documentation regarding your abuse. Now in retrospect, the docs were clearly forged. I knew something was wrong, but I’d just taken down two of your creepy associates. I figured you must be like them.”
“I’m not.”
“I see that now.”
“I want you to quit. You’ll take my money until you find something decent. I have some connections to some private schools. My firm represents them. I can get you some interviews if you still want to teach.”
She popped up off the bed, her eyes shining. “You mean it? All I want to do is teach. I miss it so much. I mean, getting even with some of those guys has been fun, but it’s mean. I don’t want to do mean things to people, even if they deserve it. I’m sick of it, to tell you the truth. But I’m not taking your money. I pay my own way. I have pride.”
“I don’t want you doing that work.”
“Only what I’ve got on my books right now.”
“No. I mean it. You take my money or I go out and buy a paddle.”
©2011, Michelle Carlyle
Friday, March 4, 2011
Revenge, Inc, Parts Seven and Eight
Hey Buddies in Cyberspace!
Michelle here, still cranking out novels. Haven’t done anything but work in three weeks. Still near brain dead, but happy.
And now for your reading pleasure, I am giving you a double dose of Michelle today. Two chapters in one post!!!! YAY!!!!!
I hope you have some fun weekend plans that involve sex and spanking! I hope I have some fun weekend plans that involve sex and spanking!
Hugs and love to all you wonderful people!
Michelle
“All right,” Peter said. “You can go, but first, let me clarify something. Don’t let our paths cross again with this job of yours. If it’s in my face, I’m going to do something about it.”
“But what you don’t know, won’t hurt you.”
“Exactly. Find out who my friends are and avoid them.”
“Or get better at what I’m doing so you couldn’t possibly connect me to their misfortune.”
He hardened his stare. “Let’s put it another way, if one of my close friends gets a hangnail, I’m coming for your pretty little ass.”
She frowned. “That’s not fair.”
“Neither is life.”
Fay snorted. “A crack shows in Mr. Ethic’s carefully constructed exterior.”
“I didn’t say I was ethical, that was your hypothesis.”
“You are ethical. But your hormones aren’t. Good day, Mr. Madden. I hope we won’t meet again.”
“And I hope we do. Only under better circumstances.”
“I will run the other way.”
“I’ll train for sprinting.”
“Jesus, buddy, let it go. You’re still playing with me. I know, you think you’re the master of your universe and maybe with the players you have now in your game, you are. But you can’t understand the level I play on. I’m dangerous. I’m only going to warn you this one time. You decide to pursue me, professionally or personally and it will not go well for you. I don’t think I’m right for you, even for a fling. We have different morals. You can’t correct me or save me. Or help me. I am incorrigible and this will be the only time I admit this. If you cross the line and we end up… involved, I take no responsibility for destroying you. That will all be on you. Don’t laugh. I’m giving you fair warning.”
“Thank you. I think.”
“Good day, Mr. Madden.”
“Good day, Miss Wright.”
“That’s Ms. Wright to you, buddy.”
“Ms. Wright.”
She smirked at him, then walked by him. At the last second, she glanced up at him. She hesitated, her dark eyes, sparkling with fire and lust, peered deep into his. A slight half-smile, a quick look at his mouth, then she walked on past. His cock strained against his pants.
No woman had ever lit his fire like this. Never. She had the number to his libido and had it on speed dial. He wanted to be inside her more than he wanted anything in that moment.
The door closed. His mind raced for plans to get her back. Take her. He wanted this woman. And maybe for keeps. He’d never walked away from a challenge before. And she challenged him. He grinned. This would be fun. Yes, he’d see her again. He’d make sure of it.
Once Fay got home she realized she’d forgotten one detail about Peter Madden’s surveillance: she’d left a bug in his car. Easy to retrieve, since she had a set of keys to his Lexus. The battery on the bug should be dead by now. She had the device on for the past week, the tiny button batteries normally only lasted a short time.
She turned on the receiver to check. Car noise came over the speaker. Peter was driving somewhere and no, the battery hadn’t died yet. Later tonight, she’d go over to his house and retrieve it while he was asleep.
Just as she reached over to turn off the speaker, Peter spoke. “Horatio, you can’t believe my evening...”
Her stomach felt funny.
“Oh, yes, I found her and spanked her. You should have seen those bare buns over my lap. Gives me a woody just thinking about it. You want a hot little girl, Fay Wright is that. Oh, yes, she’s a brat. A bona fide brat who needs a lesson. One I’m really going to enjoy giving her. No, she’s not giving up. I just have to find out who she’s going after next and warn them. I’m putting Williams on her case… No, I think she liked it. She’s giving me ideas. Like she may just be the playmate I’ve been searching for. There was this look in her eye, wow. All I could think about was plundering her. Spanking her then bending her over and doing her right there. You’ve got a hard-on? I’ve had one since I met the girl… Serious? With her? Are you kidding? With a poor woman who debases herself to make her income? No, I’m not serious. I’m only interested in Fay Wright for sport. While I like her, she’s not good enough to be my girlfriend. Let alone my wife. No, I just want to play with her for a while until I find the next Mrs. Right. Ha! Yes, Fay Wright, such a misnomer. Should be called Ms. Right Now. Ms. Wrong But Fun In Bed.”
Every nerve ignited. Humiliation coursed like hot lava through her veins. Glowering at the speaker, she shut it off. She’d heard too much as it was. So she wasn’t good enough for him, huh? By the time she was through with him, he would eat those words. She wouldn’t settle until he was destroyed. Thoroughly, utterly destroyed.
First things, first. She needed to find out who this Williams guy was. Then she’d put her plan into place. And this one would be a great one. Peter Madden wouldn’t know what hit him.
Peter put his American Express card on the waiter’s bill tray; the waiter nodded and took it away. “Yes, Horatio, I’ve got Williams on her. You have to meet her. I have to figure that out. Don’t want her near my other friends. Especially not the ones she’s targeted.”
Horatio smiled. “Too funny. Sounds kinky, that girl.”
“Wait. I’m just about to reel her in for our second round of play.”
“I’m sorry, sir, but this was denied.”
Peter stared up at the waiter, confused. “What was denied?”
“Your American Express card,” the tall Asian man replied, handing him back his card “Do you have another?”
Stunned, Peter took out his wallet and fished out another card. “What the hell?”
Horatio raised an eyebrow.
The next card was denied, too. Horatio threw his on the table. It went through.
The truth hit him fast. “Fay Wright. Somehow, someway, she did this. I know it.”
Horatio smiled. “Seems as if she played her hand first, my friend.”
Peter scowled. “Doesn’t it, though. But I had Williams on her all week. He’s kept her in sight the whole time. All she’s done is look for work and hang out at her house on her computer.”
“Maybe she knows Williams is on her.”
Peter stroked his chin. “Maybe.”
“Hire another man. And don’t let Williams know. Maybe she paid him off.”
“Hmmm. Good idea.”
Later, in his office, Peter called another private detective, one he’d worked with occasionally. It was only two hours later he got his first report.
Blackie Menner’s raspy voice sounded triumphant. “She’s pulled one over on Williams, all right. While he was covering the front, I covered the back. She put a dummy in front of her computer on a rocking chair with a motor attached, then slipped out the back. She’s workin’ all right. I’m following her right now. And oh, look, she just turned off. Guess where we are? Your place.”
“Keep her there. I’m on my way.”
Vengeance and rage flooded his system. He’d get her, all right. She’d never be the same once he was through with her.
Peter pulled onto the street behind his and parked. Creeping through a storm ditch, he approached the fence to his yard and easily scaled it. Making his way through the dense foliage of his hedges, he moved to a place where he could see into the house. He called his private detective.
“Blackie?”
“Peter?”
“I’m in the back yard, but I can’t see her.”
Blackie laughed. “She’s in your bedroom.”
An evil smile curved across his face. Perfect. “Thank you, your job is done. I’ll send the check.”
“Anything else, you just let me know.”
“I will, and thanks.”
Peter hung up and circled the house. Slipping in through his office door, he crept silently through the house and up the stairs. He stopped at the door to his bedroom. Rustling sounds came from the room.
Fay cackled. “Oh, this is a good one! A real good one! Peter, old, boy, you won’t know what hit you. Not good enough for you, huh? I’m a sport, huh? Wouldn’t debase yourself, huh? Well, this oughta debase you.”
Peter stepped back, stunned. She’d overheard that conversation he’d had with Horatio! No wonder she’d come after him. He’d hurt her. The minx had overheard him, believed his bravado act and attacked him for it. Which meant that she liked him far more than she’d let on.
He paused and thought. How did he really feel about her? He wanted her, that was for sure. But he’d never meant to hurt her. Truthfully, he didn’t think she was very serious about anything. But he probably shouldn’t have used the word “debase”. Pretty demeaning. Still, if they were to have a future—and he was beginning to realize he might actually want one with her—he needed to set some ground rules.
Straightening his shoulders, he walked into his bedroom.
Fay turned, a magazine in one hand and some of his sweats in the other. Her jaw dropped, her pupils went to pinpricks, then dilated. She screamed.
Throwing the objects in the air, she rushed him. But he was ready for her.
Crouching low, he caught her, flung her over his shoulder and strode to his bed. Throwing her down on the mattress, he leapt on top of her, right as she screamed, “No!”
A loud cracking came from the bed; it collapsed. He fell on top of her; their limbs entangled.
She pushed on his chest. “Ow! Get off me!”
He pushed himself up a bit, just enough to get hold of her wrists and angle his body over hers. He glowered down at her. “Let me guess, you sawed through the legs of my five thousand dollar bed frame.”
Red-faced, she fought him. “Serves you right for spending so much on a stupid bed frame.”
Narrowing his eyes, he easily kept control over her. “What else did you do?”
“I’m not telling!” She thrust her jaw out defiantly.
While some impulse encouraged him to slap her, a stronger one urged him to kiss her. Such a cute little thing! Her dark eyes sparkled with rage; her dark hair fanned out on the pillow. The stubborn set to her lips made him want to devour her. Not only that, her body was made in heaven. Long, buff legs, lovely rounded hips and the sweetest breasts he’d seen in a long time. Perfect handfuls. All he wanted was to take them in his mouth while thrusting into her. That beautiful mouth open wide, screaming his name. He got hard, quick.
“Maybe I can coerce you into talking.”
In one move, he had her up and off the bed and over his knee. Thankfully, the mattress and box springs were tall enough for him to get his legs in a good place for spanking her. He grabbed her flailing arms and pinned them. She wore tight black workout pants, accentuating her enticing rounded behind. He ran a hand appreciatively over her firm buns.
“Stop that, you pervert!”
Yes, her lesson. With one tug on the back of her pants, he exposed her bare ass. He gasped at its perfection. Alabaster skin, not one ounce of fat. He wanted to eat her alive.
But first, the spanking. Raising his arm high in the air, he let the weight of his swing power his first swat. A loud report followed by her screech exhilarated him. She nearly jumped off his lap. A red mark in the shape of his hand appeared on her behind. A thrill went through his loins. He got harder.
“Stop it! Peter!”
“No, I won’t,” he replied calmly.
The power over her, along with her amazing body, intoxicated him. He laid a series of fearsome strikes all over her vulnerable rear. She howled and begged him to stop. But he wouldn’t. This wasn’t just a lesson for the moment, this was a lesson for life. He was sure. He wanted her. And he wanted her for keeps. But first, he had to lay down the law with her. This little girl needed taming. And he was just the man for the job.
©2011, Michelle Carlyle
Michelle here, still cranking out novels. Haven’t done anything but work in three weeks. Still near brain dead, but happy.
And now for your reading pleasure, I am giving you a double dose of Michelle today. Two chapters in one post!!!! YAY!!!!!
I hope you have some fun weekend plans that involve sex and spanking! I hope I have some fun weekend plans that involve sex and spanking!
Hugs and love to all you wonderful people!
Michelle
“All right,” Peter said. “You can go, but first, let me clarify something. Don’t let our paths cross again with this job of yours. If it’s in my face, I’m going to do something about it.”
“But what you don’t know, won’t hurt you.”
“Exactly. Find out who my friends are and avoid them.”
“Or get better at what I’m doing so you couldn’t possibly connect me to their misfortune.”
He hardened his stare. “Let’s put it another way, if one of my close friends gets a hangnail, I’m coming for your pretty little ass.”
She frowned. “That’s not fair.”
“Neither is life.”
Fay snorted. “A crack shows in Mr. Ethic’s carefully constructed exterior.”
“I didn’t say I was ethical, that was your hypothesis.”
“You are ethical. But your hormones aren’t. Good day, Mr. Madden. I hope we won’t meet again.”
“And I hope we do. Only under better circumstances.”
“I will run the other way.”
“I’ll train for sprinting.”
“Jesus, buddy, let it go. You’re still playing with me. I know, you think you’re the master of your universe and maybe with the players you have now in your game, you are. But you can’t understand the level I play on. I’m dangerous. I’m only going to warn you this one time. You decide to pursue me, professionally or personally and it will not go well for you. I don’t think I’m right for you, even for a fling. We have different morals. You can’t correct me or save me. Or help me. I am incorrigible and this will be the only time I admit this. If you cross the line and we end up… involved, I take no responsibility for destroying you. That will all be on you. Don’t laugh. I’m giving you fair warning.”
“Thank you. I think.”
“Good day, Mr. Madden.”
“Good day, Miss Wright.”
“That’s Ms. Wright to you, buddy.”
“Ms. Wright.”
She smirked at him, then walked by him. At the last second, she glanced up at him. She hesitated, her dark eyes, sparkling with fire and lust, peered deep into his. A slight half-smile, a quick look at his mouth, then she walked on past. His cock strained against his pants.
No woman had ever lit his fire like this. Never. She had the number to his libido and had it on speed dial. He wanted to be inside her more than he wanted anything in that moment.
The door closed. His mind raced for plans to get her back. Take her. He wanted this woman. And maybe for keeps. He’d never walked away from a challenge before. And she challenged him. He grinned. This would be fun. Yes, he’d see her again. He’d make sure of it.
Once Fay got home she realized she’d forgotten one detail about Peter Madden’s surveillance: she’d left a bug in his car. Easy to retrieve, since she had a set of keys to his Lexus. The battery on the bug should be dead by now. She had the device on for the past week, the tiny button batteries normally only lasted a short time.
She turned on the receiver to check. Car noise came over the speaker. Peter was driving somewhere and no, the battery hadn’t died yet. Later tonight, she’d go over to his house and retrieve it while he was asleep.
Just as she reached over to turn off the speaker, Peter spoke. “Horatio, you can’t believe my evening...”
Her stomach felt funny.
“Oh, yes, I found her and spanked her. You should have seen those bare buns over my lap. Gives me a woody just thinking about it. You want a hot little girl, Fay Wright is that. Oh, yes, she’s a brat. A bona fide brat who needs a lesson. One I’m really going to enjoy giving her. No, she’s not giving up. I just have to find out who she’s going after next and warn them. I’m putting Williams on her case… No, I think she liked it. She’s giving me ideas. Like she may just be the playmate I’ve been searching for. There was this look in her eye, wow. All I could think about was plundering her. Spanking her then bending her over and doing her right there. You’ve got a hard-on? I’ve had one since I met the girl… Serious? With her? Are you kidding? With a poor woman who debases herself to make her income? No, I’m not serious. I’m only interested in Fay Wright for sport. While I like her, she’s not good enough to be my girlfriend. Let alone my wife. No, I just want to play with her for a while until I find the next Mrs. Right. Ha! Yes, Fay Wright, such a misnomer. Should be called Ms. Right Now. Ms. Wrong But Fun In Bed.”
Every nerve ignited. Humiliation coursed like hot lava through her veins. Glowering at the speaker, she shut it off. She’d heard too much as it was. So she wasn’t good enough for him, huh? By the time she was through with him, he would eat those words. She wouldn’t settle until he was destroyed. Thoroughly, utterly destroyed.
First things, first. She needed to find out who this Williams guy was. Then she’d put her plan into place. And this one would be a great one. Peter Madden wouldn’t know what hit him.
Peter put his American Express card on the waiter’s bill tray; the waiter nodded and took it away. “Yes, Horatio, I’ve got Williams on her. You have to meet her. I have to figure that out. Don’t want her near my other friends. Especially not the ones she’s targeted.”
Horatio smiled. “Too funny. Sounds kinky, that girl.”
“Wait. I’m just about to reel her in for our second round of play.”
“I’m sorry, sir, but this was denied.”
Peter stared up at the waiter, confused. “What was denied?”
“Your American Express card,” the tall Asian man replied, handing him back his card “Do you have another?”
Stunned, Peter took out his wallet and fished out another card. “What the hell?”
Horatio raised an eyebrow.
The next card was denied, too. Horatio threw his on the table. It went through.
The truth hit him fast. “Fay Wright. Somehow, someway, she did this. I know it.”
Horatio smiled. “Seems as if she played her hand first, my friend.”
Peter scowled. “Doesn’t it, though. But I had Williams on her all week. He’s kept her in sight the whole time. All she’s done is look for work and hang out at her house on her computer.”
“Maybe she knows Williams is on her.”
Peter stroked his chin. “Maybe.”
“Hire another man. And don’t let Williams know. Maybe she paid him off.”
“Hmmm. Good idea.”
Later, in his office, Peter called another private detective, one he’d worked with occasionally. It was only two hours later he got his first report.
Blackie Menner’s raspy voice sounded triumphant. “She’s pulled one over on Williams, all right. While he was covering the front, I covered the back. She put a dummy in front of her computer on a rocking chair with a motor attached, then slipped out the back. She’s workin’ all right. I’m following her right now. And oh, look, she just turned off. Guess where we are? Your place.”
“Keep her there. I’m on my way.”
Vengeance and rage flooded his system. He’d get her, all right. She’d never be the same once he was through with her.
Peter pulled onto the street behind his and parked. Creeping through a storm ditch, he approached the fence to his yard and easily scaled it. Making his way through the dense foliage of his hedges, he moved to a place where he could see into the house. He called his private detective.
“Blackie?”
“Peter?”
“I’m in the back yard, but I can’t see her.”
Blackie laughed. “She’s in your bedroom.”
An evil smile curved across his face. Perfect. “Thank you, your job is done. I’ll send the check.”
“Anything else, you just let me know.”
“I will, and thanks.”
Peter hung up and circled the house. Slipping in through his office door, he crept silently through the house and up the stairs. He stopped at the door to his bedroom. Rustling sounds came from the room.
Fay cackled. “Oh, this is a good one! A real good one! Peter, old, boy, you won’t know what hit you. Not good enough for you, huh? I’m a sport, huh? Wouldn’t debase yourself, huh? Well, this oughta debase you.”
Peter stepped back, stunned. She’d overheard that conversation he’d had with Horatio! No wonder she’d come after him. He’d hurt her. The minx had overheard him, believed his bravado act and attacked him for it. Which meant that she liked him far more than she’d let on.
He paused and thought. How did he really feel about her? He wanted her, that was for sure. But he’d never meant to hurt her. Truthfully, he didn’t think she was very serious about anything. But he probably shouldn’t have used the word “debase”. Pretty demeaning. Still, if they were to have a future—and he was beginning to realize he might actually want one with her—he needed to set some ground rules.
Straightening his shoulders, he walked into his bedroom.
Fay turned, a magazine in one hand and some of his sweats in the other. Her jaw dropped, her pupils went to pinpricks, then dilated. She screamed.
Throwing the objects in the air, she rushed him. But he was ready for her.
Crouching low, he caught her, flung her over his shoulder and strode to his bed. Throwing her down on the mattress, he leapt on top of her, right as she screamed, “No!”
A loud cracking came from the bed; it collapsed. He fell on top of her; their limbs entangled.
She pushed on his chest. “Ow! Get off me!”
He pushed himself up a bit, just enough to get hold of her wrists and angle his body over hers. He glowered down at her. “Let me guess, you sawed through the legs of my five thousand dollar bed frame.”
Red-faced, she fought him. “Serves you right for spending so much on a stupid bed frame.”
Narrowing his eyes, he easily kept control over her. “What else did you do?”
“I’m not telling!” She thrust her jaw out defiantly.
While some impulse encouraged him to slap her, a stronger one urged him to kiss her. Such a cute little thing! Her dark eyes sparkled with rage; her dark hair fanned out on the pillow. The stubborn set to her lips made him want to devour her. Not only that, her body was made in heaven. Long, buff legs, lovely rounded hips and the sweetest breasts he’d seen in a long time. Perfect handfuls. All he wanted was to take them in his mouth while thrusting into her. That beautiful mouth open wide, screaming his name. He got hard, quick.
“Maybe I can coerce you into talking.”
In one move, he had her up and off the bed and over his knee. Thankfully, the mattress and box springs were tall enough for him to get his legs in a good place for spanking her. He grabbed her flailing arms and pinned them. She wore tight black workout pants, accentuating her enticing rounded behind. He ran a hand appreciatively over her firm buns.
“Stop that, you pervert!”
Yes, her lesson. With one tug on the back of her pants, he exposed her bare ass. He gasped at its perfection. Alabaster skin, not one ounce of fat. He wanted to eat her alive.
But first, the spanking. Raising his arm high in the air, he let the weight of his swing power his first swat. A loud report followed by her screech exhilarated him. She nearly jumped off his lap. A red mark in the shape of his hand appeared on her behind. A thrill went through his loins. He got harder.
“Stop it! Peter!”
“No, I won’t,” he replied calmly.
The power over her, along with her amazing body, intoxicated him. He laid a series of fearsome strikes all over her vulnerable rear. She howled and begged him to stop. But he wouldn’t. This wasn’t just a lesson for the moment, this was a lesson for life. He was sure. He wanted her. And he wanted her for keeps. But first, he had to lay down the law with her. This little girl needed taming. And he was just the man for the job.
©2011, Michelle Carlyle
Friday, February 18, 2011
Revenge, Inc. Part Five
Hello Out There In Cyberspace!
How are my spanky friends doing today? Well, California finally caught up with the rest of the country, our summer in winter is over and it’s cold and rainy and NASTY outside. So all my friends back east should be pleased. We aren’t suffering like you guys did, but it’s freakin’ cold out. 46 Farenheit might not be cold for you, but it’s cold for the San Francisco Bay Area. And cold for me.
Hubby and I celebrated our 19th wedding anniversary on Tuesday. Instead of the fancy restaurant we planned to go to, I got sick and made soup. So we had soup and watched TV for our anniversary and Hubby was so tired, he barely said two words to me. Wedded Bliss! It’s okay. We had a great weekend last weekend. The weather was spectacular (high sixties and clear) and we took a long walk along the Baylands and ate amazing cheap food downtown. Love living in the Bay Area!
So here is the next installment of Revenge Inc, soon to be found in A Straightjacket of Lies. I hope you enjoy!
Have a great weekend and stay warm!
Michelle
Fay’s rear end burned like someone had ignited it with a torch. But that wasn’t where her focus was, all her attention was on the super tall hunk who was currently kissing her.
Freakin’ idiot! What are you doing? This man is the enemy!
A split second later, all thoughts evaporated. Peter tasted divine, he was so tall. His strong arms around her, his commanding kiss, dominating her mouth, her body. Lust zapped her; huge lightning bolts of joy electrified her sex. Wow! This guy was a powerhouse!
Fay, wake up! The man is manipulating you! How blind and stupid are you? He spanked you, humiliated you and here you are letting him kiss you? Outrageous!
She pushed on his chest, wound up and punched his gorgeous square jaw. His head snapped back and his blue gaze turned to flames.
Amazing how fast a man that size could move. She didn’t even see him come for her. All at once, she was in the air. The next second, she was across his lap in an inexorable hold, her pants around her ankles.
Awesome strikes sizzled her tender behind. “Yeee-ow! Stop, you big bully!”
As an answer, he swatted her a hard one across both buns. “You obviously missed my earlier lesson in crossing me, so here’s another!” A machine-gun report of searing spanks blazed her rear.
“Ow ow ow ow! Stop!”
“Not yet,” he said, peppering her behind with a series of red-hot swats.
His spanking sent wave upon wave of agony rippling through her. Her tender behind was already so sore from his earlier spanking, she had no idea how much more she could endure. Not that she had a choice.
After strafing her entire behind and the back of her thighs with his formidable and large hand for several long moments, he stopped.
She continued howling. The pain slowly started to ebb. She longed to rub her blistered behind.
Finally, she calmed some. “Are you going to let me up?”
“Not until we get a few things straight.”
“Let me guess, you want me to leave you alone.”
“Not only that, all my friends, too.”
“How the hell can I know who your friends—ow!” she cried from a terrible swat.
“You know who they are, you found out all about me.”
“But that’s my whole client list! I work only from recommendations. How the hell am I supposed to make my rent?”
“That’s your problem. Get a real job, why don’t you?”
“Easy for you to say, your job wasn’t eliminated because the state government doesn’t care about our schools or a breadth of education. I was a good drama teacher and they fired me! I can’t get another job! This is all I have! And I’m barely making enough money as it is.”
He spanked her so hard, her cries were as loud as a police siren. “Stop!” she begged.
He whacked her a good one. “You started a rotten business! All because you couldn’t stand up to your ex-husband!”
“You jerk! I loved him and he cheated on me! He humiliated me! He slept with one of my students as soon as she turned eighteen! He left me for one of my stupid students and you fault me for going after him? He had all the money! He took me for everything because he had a better lawyer and he started it all! He got the house, the vacation house, everything because I couldn’t afford to keep them up. Don’t go judging me when you don’t know the whole story.”
“I can only judge you on your actions and your actions are deplorable,” he said, swatting her soundly.
“Ow!”
He yanked up on her pants and set her on her feet. The confident and amused grin on his face made her want to punch him again. But her ass hurt so badly, just flexing her muscles to steady her feet was agony. She forced her arm to her side.
“Good choice,” he said with a sharp nod.
She almost hit him again.
“Now, Miss Troublemaker, you’re going to quit your job and find another.”
He reached into his jacket pocket and withdrew a small black case. Opening it, he took out a pen and scribbled something inside. She realized the pad of paper was his checkbook. He tore off a check and handed it to her. Ten grand. Just like that, he writes a damn check for ten grand.
Fury boiled her insides. So he thought she could be bought off, did he? She made a move to tear up the check, but stopped before the paper ripped. Wait a minute here. Wait just a goddamned minute. If she wanted revenge on the guy, why was she refusing his cash? The dude just handed her ten grand. She’d take the damn money and use it to ruin his life.
Oh, this just got better and better.
A plan was brewing inside her darling head, Peter could see it. The wheels turning, she hadn’t given up the game. He inwardly smiled. This was going to be fun. She thought she was smarter than he. Thought he couldn’t read her. A serious miscalculation. He had an arsenal at his disposal she couldn’t even imagine.
“Do we understand each other, Miss Wright?”
She blinked at him, at attempt at looking innocent. Then her brow furrowed, her mouth twisted, her attention went back to the check. “Yeah. You win, okay.”
“You wouldn’t be lying to me, would you? You know what I do to liars?”
“I can guess,” she muttered.
“Good. I’ll be checking on you.”
“I’m sure you will. Can I go now?”
“Yes. But first, I need to straighten something out.”
Her eyes dilated, she took a step towards the door; clearly worried another spanking was forthcoming.
Grabbing her by the wrist, he pulled her to him and kissed her before she could react.
©2011, Michelle Carlyle
How are my spanky friends doing today? Well, California finally caught up with the rest of the country, our summer in winter is over and it’s cold and rainy and NASTY outside. So all my friends back east should be pleased. We aren’t suffering like you guys did, but it’s freakin’ cold out. 46 Farenheit might not be cold for you, but it’s cold for the San Francisco Bay Area. And cold for me.
Hubby and I celebrated our 19th wedding anniversary on Tuesday. Instead of the fancy restaurant we planned to go to, I got sick and made soup. So we had soup and watched TV for our anniversary and Hubby was so tired, he barely said two words to me. Wedded Bliss! It’s okay. We had a great weekend last weekend. The weather was spectacular (high sixties and clear) and we took a long walk along the Baylands and ate amazing cheap food downtown. Love living in the Bay Area!
So here is the next installment of Revenge Inc, soon to be found in A Straightjacket of Lies. I hope you enjoy!
Have a great weekend and stay warm!
Michelle
Fay’s rear end burned like someone had ignited it with a torch. But that wasn’t where her focus was, all her attention was on the super tall hunk who was currently kissing her.
Freakin’ idiot! What are you doing? This man is the enemy!
A split second later, all thoughts evaporated. Peter tasted divine, he was so tall. His strong arms around her, his commanding kiss, dominating her mouth, her body. Lust zapped her; huge lightning bolts of joy electrified her sex. Wow! This guy was a powerhouse!
Fay, wake up! The man is manipulating you! How blind and stupid are you? He spanked you, humiliated you and here you are letting him kiss you? Outrageous!
She pushed on his chest, wound up and punched his gorgeous square jaw. His head snapped back and his blue gaze turned to flames.
Amazing how fast a man that size could move. She didn’t even see him come for her. All at once, she was in the air. The next second, she was across his lap in an inexorable hold, her pants around her ankles.
Awesome strikes sizzled her tender behind. “Yeee-ow! Stop, you big bully!”
As an answer, he swatted her a hard one across both buns. “You obviously missed my earlier lesson in crossing me, so here’s another!” A machine-gun report of searing spanks blazed her rear.
“Ow ow ow ow! Stop!”
“Not yet,” he said, peppering her behind with a series of red-hot swats.
His spanking sent wave upon wave of agony rippling through her. Her tender behind was already so sore from his earlier spanking, she had no idea how much more she could endure. Not that she had a choice.
After strafing her entire behind and the back of her thighs with his formidable and large hand for several long moments, he stopped.
She continued howling. The pain slowly started to ebb. She longed to rub her blistered behind.
Finally, she calmed some. “Are you going to let me up?”
“Not until we get a few things straight.”
“Let me guess, you want me to leave you alone.”
“Not only that, all my friends, too.”
“How the hell can I know who your friends—ow!” she cried from a terrible swat.
“You know who they are, you found out all about me.”
“But that’s my whole client list! I work only from recommendations. How the hell am I supposed to make my rent?”
“That’s your problem. Get a real job, why don’t you?”
“Easy for you to say, your job wasn’t eliminated because the state government doesn’t care about our schools or a breadth of education. I was a good drama teacher and they fired me! I can’t get another job! This is all I have! And I’m barely making enough money as it is.”
He spanked her so hard, her cries were as loud as a police siren. “Stop!” she begged.
He whacked her a good one. “You started a rotten business! All because you couldn’t stand up to your ex-husband!”
“You jerk! I loved him and he cheated on me! He humiliated me! He slept with one of my students as soon as she turned eighteen! He left me for one of my stupid students and you fault me for going after him? He had all the money! He took me for everything because he had a better lawyer and he started it all! He got the house, the vacation house, everything because I couldn’t afford to keep them up. Don’t go judging me when you don’t know the whole story.”
“I can only judge you on your actions and your actions are deplorable,” he said, swatting her soundly.
“Ow!”
He yanked up on her pants and set her on her feet. The confident and amused grin on his face made her want to punch him again. But her ass hurt so badly, just flexing her muscles to steady her feet was agony. She forced her arm to her side.
“Good choice,” he said with a sharp nod.
She almost hit him again.
“Now, Miss Troublemaker, you’re going to quit your job and find another.”
He reached into his jacket pocket and withdrew a small black case. Opening it, he took out a pen and scribbled something inside. She realized the pad of paper was his checkbook. He tore off a check and handed it to her. Ten grand. Just like that, he writes a damn check for ten grand.
Fury boiled her insides. So he thought she could be bought off, did he? She made a move to tear up the check, but stopped before the paper ripped. Wait a minute here. Wait just a goddamned minute. If she wanted revenge on the guy, why was she refusing his cash? The dude just handed her ten grand. She’d take the damn money and use it to ruin his life.
Oh, this just got better and better.
A plan was brewing inside her darling head, Peter could see it. The wheels turning, she hadn’t given up the game. He inwardly smiled. This was going to be fun. She thought she was smarter than he. Thought he couldn’t read her. A serious miscalculation. He had an arsenal at his disposal she couldn’t even imagine.
“Do we understand each other, Miss Wright?”
She blinked at him, at attempt at looking innocent. Then her brow furrowed, her mouth twisted, her attention went back to the check. “Yeah. You win, okay.”
“You wouldn’t be lying to me, would you? You know what I do to liars?”
“I can guess,” she muttered.
“Good. I’ll be checking on you.”
“I’m sure you will. Can I go now?”
“Yes. But first, I need to straighten something out.”
Her eyes dilated, she took a step towards the door; clearly worried another spanking was forthcoming.
Grabbing her by the wrist, he pulled her to him and kissed her before she could react.
©2011, Michelle Carlyle
Friday, February 11, 2011
Revenge, Inc, Part Four
Hey Spankos!
Hope you have a great weekend. Just sent my new book, Rulebreakers, to Reesa for publishing, should be out in the next few months. I’ll keep you updated. And now, I must return to editing my next book “Insert Awesome Title Here.” Blanking for right now on what to call it. But I’ll come up with something. I always do. But clearly I need more tea.
Here is the next part of the story called Revenge Inc, soon to be found in my upcoming release, Straightjacket of Lies. Which I will edit after “Insert Awesome Title Here.”
Hugs to all you wonderful people out there!
Michelle
“Interesting job. How can you sleep at night?” came a deep voice from behind her, startling her.
Fay jumped and spun in place. She couldn’t believe it. Peter Madden, standing right there in the doorway to the suite’s bedroom.
All at once it hit her. This was a set-up. Her eyes darted to the door.
He followed her line of sight and quickly moved to block the exit. “Oh, no, you don’t. You and I are going to have a little talk.”
“I’m not saying anything to you. You let me out of here. This is false imprisonment.”
He took out a remote and turned on the TV. Fay appeared on the screen from just minutes before.
“I’m sure the police would find your activities very interesting. Don’t you?”
She narrowed her eyes and pointed at him. “Look, you creep. If you hadn’t cheated on Lily and humiliated her and tried to take her kids from her, none of this would have happened. You just got what was coming to you, that’s all. You need to take this up with your ex-wife, not me. I was just the messenger.”
“Nice speech. Won’t work. I don’t want revenge on her, I want it on you.”
“Why me?”
“Because you were the one who ruined my date with Tiffany.”
She laughed. “Anyone who would date a woman named Tiffany deserves to have the date ruined. Miss Perky-Butt-Twenty-Something deserves better than you, anyway. I did her a favor.”
His jaw hardened, his gaze turned to molten lava. “I am going to teach you a lesson in research. As in, you’d better do your homework before you go after someone. I never cheated on my wife. She made all that up.”
Fay snorted. “It was all over the papers, dude. Stop denying it.”
A muscle in his cheek twitched. “That’s because she set me up, so she could get the kids and my money. You’re not the only person she hired to ruin me. The other guy was better. I never found him. You were easy. My world isn’t large and you’ve made some good friends of mine very angry. I’m sure they’d love to know who you are.”
She stuck out her jaw. “I’m just doing a job. Making a living. You’re the idiots who couldn’t get along with your wives. Maybe you should have picked a better wife. Or treated her better.”
His intense gaze unwavering, his face hard as granite, he moved towards her.
Trying to intimidate her. The jerk. She tried not to show any fear, but her belly did flip-flops, sweat broke out all over her body. She balled her fists to stop her hands from shaking.
She stepped towards the bedroom door, he blocked her way, his gaze fixed on her. She got the feeling she was the mouse and he was a hungry cat.
Wait a minute, why was she so scared? What could he do?
“No, I’m not running from you, buddy.” She straightened and took a bold step towards him. “What? You want to fight? I’ll freakin’ take you on. You picked the wrong chick to intimidate. I did nothing wrong. Just did a service. And from what I gather about you, it was a service that was greatly deserved.”
He stopped and grinned. “Good. This will make my job that much more satisfying. By the time I get done with you, I can guarantee you, you will think twice before you do this to another man.”
“Blah, blah, blah. Come on, you chicken, take the first swing, I dare you,” she said, assuming a defensive posture.
He laughed. “This is priceless. Come on, do you really think you’re any match for me?”
“The bigger they are the harder they—” She stopped and looked over his shoulder. “Your girlfriend’s back.”
The idiot actually turned around. By the time he turned back, she was in mid-air.
She nailed him in the jaw with her right foot. As he reeled back, she kicked up with her left and sent him to the ground.
She launched off the floor once more and came down, intending to kick him in the face just one last time. Hopefully dazing him enough so she could laugh and leave.
Just as her foot touched his jaw, he reached up so fast, she didn’t see his hands move. The next thing she knew, she was eating carpet.
Before she could move, she was in mid-air, his vise-like grip immobilizing her. Two large steps of his and they were at the suite’s couch. A split second later, he was sitting and she was across his lap. One arm behind her back, the other pinned underneath her, she couldn’t move.
“You let me up, you big—what are you doing?” she demanded as she felt a hard tug on the back of her pants. When air rushed over her suddenly bare behind, his plan became all too clear. “You’d better not!”
His first strike took her breath away. Across both buns, the sting was beyond painful. She couldn’t get her head around the situation. How had this happened? How the hell did she end up over one of her victim’s laps? She was better than this!
Rapid fire, the man delivered a series of punishing swats all over her poor, vulnerable rear end. Pain seared her ass, sending shockwaves of agony throughout her body. She struggled, but that only made him increase the intensity of his spanks. She let out a howl that would wake the dead. To which he chortled with victorious guffaws.
“This is fun!” he crowed, spanking one bun then the other.
Each strike burned like nothing ever had. Who knew spankings could hurt this badly?
Tears stung her eyes, she kicked her feet, her rage exploding. She would ruin this man’s life and she’d use everything at her disposal to do it.
The slaps followed by her screams filled the room. Where was security? Could someone just get away with an assault like this?
Soon, she couldn’t get a thought straight in her mind, all focus went to pain management. His rhythm was ceaseless, the power to his swats, awe-inspiring. The sharpness of each swat blazed her nerves. His firm hand barbecued her poor ass.
All at once, she was on her feet, facing him. She went to punch him, he grabbed her arm and got her in a very painful hold. “I wouldn’t do that if I were you. Unless you want more? You want more?”
“No! No, please, no! Don’t! I won’t hit you! I’m sorry.”
“That I don’t believe for a minute,” he said, spinning her around to face him. He was so close, she could see his stubble.
She caught his scent, the feral edge to his gaze and even though her ass was throbbing, something about his awesome looks tripped her up for a second. Up close, the man was nothing less than a god.
Why was she noticing?
His features, hard with vengeance, suddenly softened. His gaze dropped to her lips. And before she knew it, the man had kissed her.
©2011, Michelle Carlyle
Hope you have a great weekend. Just sent my new book, Rulebreakers, to Reesa for publishing, should be out in the next few months. I’ll keep you updated. And now, I must return to editing my next book “Insert Awesome Title Here.” Blanking for right now on what to call it. But I’ll come up with something. I always do. But clearly I need more tea.
Here is the next part of the story called Revenge Inc, soon to be found in my upcoming release, Straightjacket of Lies. Which I will edit after “Insert Awesome Title Here.”
Hugs to all you wonderful people out there!
Michelle
“Interesting job. How can you sleep at night?” came a deep voice from behind her, startling her.
Fay jumped and spun in place. She couldn’t believe it. Peter Madden, standing right there in the doorway to the suite’s bedroom.
All at once it hit her. This was a set-up. Her eyes darted to the door.
He followed her line of sight and quickly moved to block the exit. “Oh, no, you don’t. You and I are going to have a little talk.”
“I’m not saying anything to you. You let me out of here. This is false imprisonment.”
He took out a remote and turned on the TV. Fay appeared on the screen from just minutes before.
“I’m sure the police would find your activities very interesting. Don’t you?”
She narrowed her eyes and pointed at him. “Look, you creep. If you hadn’t cheated on Lily and humiliated her and tried to take her kids from her, none of this would have happened. You just got what was coming to you, that’s all. You need to take this up with your ex-wife, not me. I was just the messenger.”
“Nice speech. Won’t work. I don’t want revenge on her, I want it on you.”
“Why me?”
“Because you were the one who ruined my date with Tiffany.”
She laughed. “Anyone who would date a woman named Tiffany deserves to have the date ruined. Miss Perky-Butt-Twenty-Something deserves better than you, anyway. I did her a favor.”
His jaw hardened, his gaze turned to molten lava. “I am going to teach you a lesson in research. As in, you’d better do your homework before you go after someone. I never cheated on my wife. She made all that up.”
Fay snorted. “It was all over the papers, dude. Stop denying it.”
A muscle in his cheek twitched. “That’s because she set me up, so she could get the kids and my money. You’re not the only person she hired to ruin me. The other guy was better. I never found him. You were easy. My world isn’t large and you’ve made some good friends of mine very angry. I’m sure they’d love to know who you are.”
She stuck out her jaw. “I’m just doing a job. Making a living. You’re the idiots who couldn’t get along with your wives. Maybe you should have picked a better wife. Or treated her better.”
His intense gaze unwavering, his face hard as granite, he moved towards her.
Trying to intimidate her. The jerk. She tried not to show any fear, but her belly did flip-flops, sweat broke out all over her body. She balled her fists to stop her hands from shaking.
She stepped towards the bedroom door, he blocked her way, his gaze fixed on her. She got the feeling she was the mouse and he was a hungry cat.
Wait a minute, why was she so scared? What could he do?
“No, I’m not running from you, buddy.” She straightened and took a bold step towards him. “What? You want to fight? I’ll freakin’ take you on. You picked the wrong chick to intimidate. I did nothing wrong. Just did a service. And from what I gather about you, it was a service that was greatly deserved.”
He stopped and grinned. “Good. This will make my job that much more satisfying. By the time I get done with you, I can guarantee you, you will think twice before you do this to another man.”
“Blah, blah, blah. Come on, you chicken, take the first swing, I dare you,” she said, assuming a defensive posture.
He laughed. “This is priceless. Come on, do you really think you’re any match for me?”
“The bigger they are the harder they—” She stopped and looked over his shoulder. “Your girlfriend’s back.”
The idiot actually turned around. By the time he turned back, she was in mid-air.
She nailed him in the jaw with her right foot. As he reeled back, she kicked up with her left and sent him to the ground.
She launched off the floor once more and came down, intending to kick him in the face just one last time. Hopefully dazing him enough so she could laugh and leave.
Just as her foot touched his jaw, he reached up so fast, she didn’t see his hands move. The next thing she knew, she was eating carpet.
Before she could move, she was in mid-air, his vise-like grip immobilizing her. Two large steps of his and they were at the suite’s couch. A split second later, he was sitting and she was across his lap. One arm behind her back, the other pinned underneath her, she couldn’t move.
“You let me up, you big—what are you doing?” she demanded as she felt a hard tug on the back of her pants. When air rushed over her suddenly bare behind, his plan became all too clear. “You’d better not!”
His first strike took her breath away. Across both buns, the sting was beyond painful. She couldn’t get her head around the situation. How had this happened? How the hell did she end up over one of her victim’s laps? She was better than this!
Rapid fire, the man delivered a series of punishing swats all over her poor, vulnerable rear end. Pain seared her ass, sending shockwaves of agony throughout her body. She struggled, but that only made him increase the intensity of his spanks. She let out a howl that would wake the dead. To which he chortled with victorious guffaws.
“This is fun!” he crowed, spanking one bun then the other.
Each strike burned like nothing ever had. Who knew spankings could hurt this badly?
Tears stung her eyes, she kicked her feet, her rage exploding. She would ruin this man’s life and she’d use everything at her disposal to do it.
The slaps followed by her screams filled the room. Where was security? Could someone just get away with an assault like this?
Soon, she couldn’t get a thought straight in her mind, all focus went to pain management. His rhythm was ceaseless, the power to his swats, awe-inspiring. The sharpness of each swat blazed her nerves. His firm hand barbecued her poor ass.
All at once, she was on her feet, facing him. She went to punch him, he grabbed her arm and got her in a very painful hold. “I wouldn’t do that if I were you. Unless you want more? You want more?”
“No! No, please, no! Don’t! I won’t hit you! I’m sorry.”
“That I don’t believe for a minute,” he said, spinning her around to face him. He was so close, she could see his stubble.
She caught his scent, the feral edge to his gaze and even though her ass was throbbing, something about his awesome looks tripped her up for a second. Up close, the man was nothing less than a god.
Why was she noticing?
His features, hard with vengeance, suddenly softened. His gaze dropped to her lips. And before she knew it, the man had kissed her.
©2011, Michelle Carlyle
Friday, February 4, 2011
Revenge, Inc, Part Three
Hey Spanky Friends!
Man, have I been busy getting my next book, Rulebreakers, ready for release. Found the coolest cover, but Kindle won’t print it because it features a naked chick’s behind with a man’s hand on it. Bummer! So back to the drawing board. Should find a suitable replacement, but I really liked that one! Oh, well.
Working hard at getting my next three books together for you guys. I can’t wait to get them released and out to you! Yay!!! Spanky fiction!
So my latest vanilla novel have been read by all the top editors in NY and they all loved it—BUT they don’t want to buy it because my characters are larger-than-life (like yours truly) and they don’t think that the average romance reader could relate to them. So, I’m either going to publish with Newsite (Discipline and Desire) because Reesa is starting a line of vanilla romances or I’m going to self-publish and hawk the books myself. The publishing world is changing fast, my friends. Did you know that more e-books sold last year than paperbacks? The traditional publishers are reacting to the changing paradigm exactly like the record industry has. They are only looking for million-dollar sellers and are allowing the most tepid, vanilla boring crap to be produced for the mass market. But I am riding the new wave and will do well with it. Onward!
Speaking of the new wave, here is today’s chapter of Revenge, Inc. This story is featured in my upcoming book, Straightjacket of Lies.
Have a fantastic Superbowl weekend and for all my friends in the snow—I’m sorry! You poor little icy cold things! Have some hot chocolate on me!
Hugs to you all,
Michelle
Fay finished filling out her deposits. Eight grand, more than she’d made in a week in years. So cool! Finally, a business that worked!
Mitzi popped her head in the door to her office. “You going to the bank now?”
“Yeah. What do we have on for tonight?”
Her partner leaned against the doorjamb. “New account meeting. A Mrs. Wellington.”
Fay nodded, tapping her pencil on top of her desk. “Sounds rich. Anything else?”
“Nope. We see her at six until seven and then we’re free.”
“Cool, I want to catch up on some tube and take a bath.”
“Sounds good. Brad’s taking me out to celebrate our success.”
“Does he know what we’re doing yet?”
Mitzi laughed. “Oh, God, no. He’d divorce me.”
“Really?”
“Let me put it this way, it wouldn’t be pretty.”
“I’m glad I’m single. So what does he think we’re doing?”
“Event planning.”
Fay laughed. “Well, that isn’t a lie.”
Mitzi sent her a smug smile. “I know. Clever, aren’t I?”
“Very. Say, why don’t you let me do the initial interview and you and Brad can start off early on your date?”
“Really?”
“Yeah, why not? I can handle it. Where are we meeting the woman?”
“Marriott on Fourth. Hotel room. She wanted to be discreet. I got all the info here. Room 1411. Supposed to go on up when you got there.”
“Perfect, afterwards I’ll stop by the mall and pick up some take out on the way home.”
At six o’clock on the dot, Fay knocked on Mrs. Wellington’s door. A tall, slender blonde woman answered.
“Fay Wright?” she asked. Her voice was deep and husky. She wore black business suit, Gucci, if Fay wasn’t mistaken.
“Yes.”
“Do come in.” The woman stepped out of the way and allowed Fay to pass. Nice two-room suite with a breathtaking view of the City skyline.
Mrs. Wellington gestured towards two chairs in the corner. “Please sit down. Can I get you a drink?”
“No, thanks.”
The woman sat opposite her in the suite’s living room area.
“Well, Mrs. Wellington, what can I do for you?”
“I’m a friend of Lily Madden’s.”
“Ah, yes.”
“I heard you did her a… um, favor.”
“Yes, I did.”
The woman suddenly brightened. “Did you really embarrass Peter in the middle of Fleur?”
Fay grinned. “Oh, yeah.”
“So how do you… what exactly do you do in these cases? I heard you have an acting background.”
“Yeah, I was a drama teacher until California public schools decided that drama was an extracurricular class they didn’t need. Well, some still offer it, but mostly it’s a dying elective.”
“That’s too bad. So you decided to… how did you get into this?”
Fay shifted in her seat, getting more comfortable. “I taught the child of one of my initial clients. When I lost my job, we stayed in touch, you know, Christmas cards. After my horrible divorce, my husband got everything and I wasn’t too happy about that. So I… went after him. Not formally, because he always won in court, but… behind the scenes. And I mentioned this to Georgia and she loved the idea and hired me to do the same thing to her ex. Only since he didn’t know me, I was able to take her revenge to a higher level. I basically did the same thing to Peter Madden. Accosted him when he was out dating. And then she told her friends and here you are. And here I am. Now tell me, how badly do you want your husband to suffer? And what did he do to you?”
Her delicate brow rose. “Why do you need to know that?”
“Helps motivate me. What your friend Lily told me about Madden, that was plenty motivation. I really only like to attack the more odious guys. But of course, for money, I’ll go after anyone you like. Nothing traceable, of course.”
Mrs. Wellington nodded. “Of course. And you haven’t been caught or—”
“God no. I don’t travel in your circles, so I won’t be likely to run into anyone you know or your husband knows. And this will be our only face-to-face meeting. You tell me what you’d like done, I’ll tell you my price.”
“How far are you willing to go?”
“I won’t hurt him physically. I won’t do anything that will ruin his business, I mean, like stealing or anything very illegal. Basically, all I do is cause a string of bad luck events to happen to him. Cancelled flights, cancelled services, cancelled credit cards at inopportune times, like when he’s seeing his new girlfriend. Basically, I ruin his relationships with his new women. I work mainly in humiliation.”
“You sound like just the girl for me.”
A cell phone rang. Mrs. Wellington reached for her purse and took out her phone. “Yes? What? Wait, I can’t hear you. Let me call you right back.” She turned to Fay. “I need to talk to this person and the only signal I can get is out in the hallway in front of that window near the elevator. Will you excuse me?”
“Sure.”
Mrs. Wellington got up and left the room. Fay wandered over to the window.
“Interesting job. How can you sleep at night?” came a deep voice from behind her, startling her.
She jumped and spun in place. She couldn’t believe it. Peter Madden, standing right there in the doorway to the suite’s bedroom.
©2011, Michelle Carlyle
Man, have I been busy getting my next book, Rulebreakers, ready for release. Found the coolest cover, but Kindle won’t print it because it features a naked chick’s behind with a man’s hand on it. Bummer! So back to the drawing board. Should find a suitable replacement, but I really liked that one! Oh, well.
Working hard at getting my next three books together for you guys. I can’t wait to get them released and out to you! Yay!!! Spanky fiction!
So my latest vanilla novel have been read by all the top editors in NY and they all loved it—BUT they don’t want to buy it because my characters are larger-than-life (like yours truly) and they don’t think that the average romance reader could relate to them. So, I’m either going to publish with Newsite (Discipline and Desire) because Reesa is starting a line of vanilla romances or I’m going to self-publish and hawk the books myself. The publishing world is changing fast, my friends. Did you know that more e-books sold last year than paperbacks? The traditional publishers are reacting to the changing paradigm exactly like the record industry has. They are only looking for million-dollar sellers and are allowing the most tepid, vanilla boring crap to be produced for the mass market. But I am riding the new wave and will do well with it. Onward!
Speaking of the new wave, here is today’s chapter of Revenge, Inc. This story is featured in my upcoming book, Straightjacket of Lies.
Have a fantastic Superbowl weekend and for all my friends in the snow—I’m sorry! You poor little icy cold things! Have some hot chocolate on me!
Hugs to you all,
Michelle
Fay finished filling out her deposits. Eight grand, more than she’d made in a week in years. So cool! Finally, a business that worked!
Mitzi popped her head in the door to her office. “You going to the bank now?”
“Yeah. What do we have on for tonight?”
Her partner leaned against the doorjamb. “New account meeting. A Mrs. Wellington.”
Fay nodded, tapping her pencil on top of her desk. “Sounds rich. Anything else?”
“Nope. We see her at six until seven and then we’re free.”
“Cool, I want to catch up on some tube and take a bath.”
“Sounds good. Brad’s taking me out to celebrate our success.”
“Does he know what we’re doing yet?”
Mitzi laughed. “Oh, God, no. He’d divorce me.”
“Really?”
“Let me put it this way, it wouldn’t be pretty.”
“I’m glad I’m single. So what does he think we’re doing?”
“Event planning.”
Fay laughed. “Well, that isn’t a lie.”
Mitzi sent her a smug smile. “I know. Clever, aren’t I?”
“Very. Say, why don’t you let me do the initial interview and you and Brad can start off early on your date?”
“Really?”
“Yeah, why not? I can handle it. Where are we meeting the woman?”
“Marriott on Fourth. Hotel room. She wanted to be discreet. I got all the info here. Room 1411. Supposed to go on up when you got there.”
“Perfect, afterwards I’ll stop by the mall and pick up some take out on the way home.”
At six o’clock on the dot, Fay knocked on Mrs. Wellington’s door. A tall, slender blonde woman answered.
“Fay Wright?” she asked. Her voice was deep and husky. She wore black business suit, Gucci, if Fay wasn’t mistaken.
“Yes.”
“Do come in.” The woman stepped out of the way and allowed Fay to pass. Nice two-room suite with a breathtaking view of the City skyline.
Mrs. Wellington gestured towards two chairs in the corner. “Please sit down. Can I get you a drink?”
“No, thanks.”
The woman sat opposite her in the suite’s living room area.
“Well, Mrs. Wellington, what can I do for you?”
“I’m a friend of Lily Madden’s.”
“Ah, yes.”
“I heard you did her a… um, favor.”
“Yes, I did.”
The woman suddenly brightened. “Did you really embarrass Peter in the middle of Fleur?”
Fay grinned. “Oh, yeah.”
“So how do you… what exactly do you do in these cases? I heard you have an acting background.”
“Yeah, I was a drama teacher until California public schools decided that drama was an extracurricular class they didn’t need. Well, some still offer it, but mostly it’s a dying elective.”
“That’s too bad. So you decided to… how did you get into this?”
Fay shifted in her seat, getting more comfortable. “I taught the child of one of my initial clients. When I lost my job, we stayed in touch, you know, Christmas cards. After my horrible divorce, my husband got everything and I wasn’t too happy about that. So I… went after him. Not formally, because he always won in court, but… behind the scenes. And I mentioned this to Georgia and she loved the idea and hired me to do the same thing to her ex. Only since he didn’t know me, I was able to take her revenge to a higher level. I basically did the same thing to Peter Madden. Accosted him when he was out dating. And then she told her friends and here you are. And here I am. Now tell me, how badly do you want your husband to suffer? And what did he do to you?”
Her delicate brow rose. “Why do you need to know that?”
“Helps motivate me. What your friend Lily told me about Madden, that was plenty motivation. I really only like to attack the more odious guys. But of course, for money, I’ll go after anyone you like. Nothing traceable, of course.”
Mrs. Wellington nodded. “Of course. And you haven’t been caught or—”
“God no. I don’t travel in your circles, so I won’t be likely to run into anyone you know or your husband knows. And this will be our only face-to-face meeting. You tell me what you’d like done, I’ll tell you my price.”
“How far are you willing to go?”
“I won’t hurt him physically. I won’t do anything that will ruin his business, I mean, like stealing or anything very illegal. Basically, all I do is cause a string of bad luck events to happen to him. Cancelled flights, cancelled services, cancelled credit cards at inopportune times, like when he’s seeing his new girlfriend. Basically, I ruin his relationships with his new women. I work mainly in humiliation.”
“You sound like just the girl for me.”
A cell phone rang. Mrs. Wellington reached for her purse and took out her phone. “Yes? What? Wait, I can’t hear you. Let me call you right back.” She turned to Fay. “I need to talk to this person and the only signal I can get is out in the hallway in front of that window near the elevator. Will you excuse me?”
“Sure.”
Mrs. Wellington got up and left the room. Fay wandered over to the window.
“Interesting job. How can you sleep at night?” came a deep voice from behind her, startling her.
She jumped and spun in place. She couldn’t believe it. Peter Madden, standing right there in the doorway to the suite’s bedroom.
©2011, Michelle Carlyle
Friday, January 28, 2011
Revenge, Inc. Part Two
Hey Spanky Friends!
How are all you lovely people today? I’m doing super. We had the weirdest weather this week. Weirdest. Spooky. Crazy. Like high 60s, low 70s, super sunny, warm and beautiful. In January????? Hubby and I started gardening like it was spring. Tore out a bunch of nasty stuff, weeded and I bought this reed roll fencing so I can cover up the ugly-ass cinderblock wall that lines my driveway. Getting ready for summer! Only slight problem. It is still winter. And it is returning with a vengeance this weekend. Oh, well. Was very happy to get a short reprieve. Especially when most of my friends back East are under a nasty blanket of snow. Well, don’t be too jealous, we had an earthquake recently. A few of them. I always think of our California weather as compensation for extremely high sales taxes, property taxes, state income taxes, the premium we pay on gasoline and natural gas, on food, and basically EVERYTHING. “Oh, you live in California? Hand me your checkbook, please. Sorry, nothing leftover for you.”
There is no free ride. As I have discovered.
Speaking of a free ride, I had AWESOME sex last night. I wish I could bottle up my Hubby and sell him because I’d make a fortune. If you wonder how I get inspired to write my work, look no further than my spouse. He’s a treasure. A stinky treasure, but a treasure all the same. And man, can that boy spank my ass well! YESSSSSSSSS!!!!!!
Okay, I’m horny again. When will he get home???? When???? Speaking of horny, we are going to a fancy-schmancy hotel in Palo Alto on Saturday night. I got a free night there from an organization that I volunteer for, for all their appreciation for the work I’ve done. So Hubby and I are going to celebrate an early anniversary, go to the movies, go to a nice place for dinner and go back to the hotel and FUCK OUR BRAINS OUT. I told him we had to do it three or four times at least. Let’s see how we do. Whooo-hooooo! Hotel sex!!!
Okay, enough of this. Here is the next chapter of Revenge, Inc. Soon to be found in my upcoming book, “Straightjacket of Lies”, which should be released later on this year.
Have a great weekend!
Michelle
“Tiffany, are you all right?” Peter would try a super caring approach to see if that could restore the seduction.
Her red lips tight, she shook her head a tiny bit. “No, I’m fine.”
“No, you’re not.”
“Look, are you sure you don’t know her? I mean, she knew the name of your boat. And last week, you went sailing, I know you did, you told me.”
“So what? Anyone could have gathered that information.”
She looked down at her nails. “Is it possible you got drunk and…” Her blue gaze searched his.
He straightened his shoulders. “I never get drunk.”
She blinked at him, then bit her lower lip. She pinched the bridge of her nose. “You know, I’ve got a bit of a headache. Maybe we should call it an evening…”
He’d lost. Damn it.
After driving her home, he drove straight to his club. There wouldn’t be anyone under the age of eighty there, but he needed a drink and didn’t want to be alone. Surprisingly, he found one of his closest friends sitting in front of the fire with a brandy.
Horatio, a corporate lawyer, indicated the burgundy leather chair across from him. “Join me, friend. And tell me all about your exciting evening.”
“You know?”
“Jimmy was at Fleur tonight.”
His shoulders slumping, Peter ran a hand through his thick mane of dark hair. “Christ.”
“You know, it’s curious. You’re not the only one who’s had weird scenes with strangers lately. Thom, Rob Colt and Graham White, all had crazy women accost them. Women they didn’t know. Just like you.”
Peter frowned. “What the hell? Really? Rob and Graham?”
“Yes. Plus other strange troubles. Rob had a flight cancelled, Graham had his car impounded, Thom found his car filled with orange juice.”
“Orange juice?”
“Yeah, I guess there was a tanker nearby and someone put a hose from the tanker into his car window and filled the sucker.”
Peter burst out laughing and then caught himself. “I know that’s not funny. Was it the Ferrari?”
“Yeah.”
“Not the ‘67?”
“Yep.”
“That’s irreplaceable.”
Horatio nodded. “Whomever it was, wanted to hurt him.”
“Damn,” Peter said, stroking his chin. “You know I had my phone service cancelled this week, my car died suddenly—it’s in the shop—someone put sugar in my gas tank. And then this woman attacks me in Fleur.”
“Obviously a pattern. What do you all have in common?”
“Um… don’t know. We’re rich… Wait… divorced. We’re divorced. In the past two years.”
“Yes.”
Peter gestured sharply. “But Lily couldn’t be behind this. She’s too refined. Barely shed a tear during the divorce proceedings. But then again, she leaked all kinds of misinformation to the press. Sure I was cheating on her, even though I wasn’t. I don’t know. She’s the only one in my life who hates me enough to pull something like this. But it’s not her style.”
“She knows the other guys’ ex-wives. They’re all in a little coffee clutch.”
Peter shot his friend a look. “You think they’re behind this?”
“That’s what I’m thinking. Maybe they’re pulling stuff on each other’s respective exes.”
“I know those ladies. None would ever get their hands dirty. Would fit, though. That woman tonight didn’t look deranged. She looked like a bad actress. There was a look in her eye, she knew what she was doing, she knew me. And if her purpose was to get Tiffany to dump me, it worked.”
“Then Tiffany wasn’t worth a damn.”
“Suppose. Thought she was a nice girl.”
“Beware of nice girls. Especially ones that come from your marketing department.”
“Yeah… maybe you’re right.”
Horatio leaned forward. “Listen to me, my friend. Look for a girl from your social circle. Dating a company woman only works when you’re working your way up. Not when you’re on the top. Can’t trust the lot of them. Watch out for the gold-diggers. You’ve got a target on your chest.”
“Yeah, I know.” Dismal information, but true. “Well, I’ll tell you one thing, I’m not taking this crap lying down. Someone attacked me this week and I’m going to find out who that woman was. If she’s working for my ex, I’ll shut down her little business and put her behind bars where she belongs.”
He pictured the slip of a woman in that clingy dress. While he hated her and she was clearly a lunatic, her body was beyond perfection. Had the nicest rounded bottom he’d seen in a long time.
“But maybe before I send her to jail, I’ll take out some of my frustration on that perfect little ass of hers.”
Horatio’s brow rose. “She had a perfect ass?”
“Oh, yes. Very spankable.”
Horatio’s eyes lit up. “Sounds like fun. Nothing more exhilarating than spanking a deserving behind.”
Peter grinned. “Isn’t it though? Had a girlfriend once who pushed me so hard, she rarely sat down comfortably. And that little girl tonight… Can’t wait to give her the treatment. Quite the actress. Hey… What if she is an actress? Theatre world isn’t very big in this town. Maybe I’ll start there.”
“Williams is a good man. Helped me with some trouble with an ex-partner. Anyone get a picture of your woman?”
“Maybe she’s on the security camera. Good thought. I’ll call the restaurant right away. Andre will help me. Slipped him three grand tonight to cover the damages.”
“Sounds like you have yourself a mission.”
“I’d say so.”
His spirits buoyed, Peter finished his drink and drove home. He’d find that little brat. A thrill went through his loins at the thought of that perfect rear over his knee. He’d teach her a lesson, all right. One she’d never forget.
©2011, Michelle Carlyle
How are all you lovely people today? I’m doing super. We had the weirdest weather this week. Weirdest. Spooky. Crazy. Like high 60s, low 70s, super sunny, warm and beautiful. In January????? Hubby and I started gardening like it was spring. Tore out a bunch of nasty stuff, weeded and I bought this reed roll fencing so I can cover up the ugly-ass cinderblock wall that lines my driveway. Getting ready for summer! Only slight problem. It is still winter. And it is returning with a vengeance this weekend. Oh, well. Was very happy to get a short reprieve. Especially when most of my friends back East are under a nasty blanket of snow. Well, don’t be too jealous, we had an earthquake recently. A few of them. I always think of our California weather as compensation for extremely high sales taxes, property taxes, state income taxes, the premium we pay on gasoline and natural gas, on food, and basically EVERYTHING. “Oh, you live in California? Hand me your checkbook, please. Sorry, nothing leftover for you.”
There is no free ride. As I have discovered.
Speaking of a free ride, I had AWESOME sex last night. I wish I could bottle up my Hubby and sell him because I’d make a fortune. If you wonder how I get inspired to write my work, look no further than my spouse. He’s a treasure. A stinky treasure, but a treasure all the same. And man, can that boy spank my ass well! YESSSSSSSSS!!!!!!
Okay, I’m horny again. When will he get home???? When???? Speaking of horny, we are going to a fancy-schmancy hotel in Palo Alto on Saturday night. I got a free night there from an organization that I volunteer for, for all their appreciation for the work I’ve done. So Hubby and I are going to celebrate an early anniversary, go to the movies, go to a nice place for dinner and go back to the hotel and FUCK OUR BRAINS OUT. I told him we had to do it three or four times at least. Let’s see how we do. Whooo-hooooo! Hotel sex!!!
Okay, enough of this. Here is the next chapter of Revenge, Inc. Soon to be found in my upcoming book, “Straightjacket of Lies”, which should be released later on this year.
Have a great weekend!
Michelle
“Tiffany, are you all right?” Peter would try a super caring approach to see if that could restore the seduction.
Her red lips tight, she shook her head a tiny bit. “No, I’m fine.”
“No, you’re not.”
“Look, are you sure you don’t know her? I mean, she knew the name of your boat. And last week, you went sailing, I know you did, you told me.”
“So what? Anyone could have gathered that information.”
She looked down at her nails. “Is it possible you got drunk and…” Her blue gaze searched his.
He straightened his shoulders. “I never get drunk.”
She blinked at him, then bit her lower lip. She pinched the bridge of her nose. “You know, I’ve got a bit of a headache. Maybe we should call it an evening…”
He’d lost. Damn it.
After driving her home, he drove straight to his club. There wouldn’t be anyone under the age of eighty there, but he needed a drink and didn’t want to be alone. Surprisingly, he found one of his closest friends sitting in front of the fire with a brandy.
Horatio, a corporate lawyer, indicated the burgundy leather chair across from him. “Join me, friend. And tell me all about your exciting evening.”
“You know?”
“Jimmy was at Fleur tonight.”
His shoulders slumping, Peter ran a hand through his thick mane of dark hair. “Christ.”
“You know, it’s curious. You’re not the only one who’s had weird scenes with strangers lately. Thom, Rob Colt and Graham White, all had crazy women accost them. Women they didn’t know. Just like you.”
Peter frowned. “What the hell? Really? Rob and Graham?”
“Yes. Plus other strange troubles. Rob had a flight cancelled, Graham had his car impounded, Thom found his car filled with orange juice.”
“Orange juice?”
“Yeah, I guess there was a tanker nearby and someone put a hose from the tanker into his car window and filled the sucker.”
Peter burst out laughing and then caught himself. “I know that’s not funny. Was it the Ferrari?”
“Yeah.”
“Not the ‘67?”
“Yep.”
“That’s irreplaceable.”
Horatio nodded. “Whomever it was, wanted to hurt him.”
“Damn,” Peter said, stroking his chin. “You know I had my phone service cancelled this week, my car died suddenly—it’s in the shop—someone put sugar in my gas tank. And then this woman attacks me in Fleur.”
“Obviously a pattern. What do you all have in common?”
“Um… don’t know. We’re rich… Wait… divorced. We’re divorced. In the past two years.”
“Yes.”
Peter gestured sharply. “But Lily couldn’t be behind this. She’s too refined. Barely shed a tear during the divorce proceedings. But then again, she leaked all kinds of misinformation to the press. Sure I was cheating on her, even though I wasn’t. I don’t know. She’s the only one in my life who hates me enough to pull something like this. But it’s not her style.”
“She knows the other guys’ ex-wives. They’re all in a little coffee clutch.”
Peter shot his friend a look. “You think they’re behind this?”
“That’s what I’m thinking. Maybe they’re pulling stuff on each other’s respective exes.”
“I know those ladies. None would ever get their hands dirty. Would fit, though. That woman tonight didn’t look deranged. She looked like a bad actress. There was a look in her eye, she knew what she was doing, she knew me. And if her purpose was to get Tiffany to dump me, it worked.”
“Then Tiffany wasn’t worth a damn.”
“Suppose. Thought she was a nice girl.”
“Beware of nice girls. Especially ones that come from your marketing department.”
“Yeah… maybe you’re right.”
Horatio leaned forward. “Listen to me, my friend. Look for a girl from your social circle. Dating a company woman only works when you’re working your way up. Not when you’re on the top. Can’t trust the lot of them. Watch out for the gold-diggers. You’ve got a target on your chest.”
“Yeah, I know.” Dismal information, but true. “Well, I’ll tell you one thing, I’m not taking this crap lying down. Someone attacked me this week and I’m going to find out who that woman was. If she’s working for my ex, I’ll shut down her little business and put her behind bars where she belongs.”
He pictured the slip of a woman in that clingy dress. While he hated her and she was clearly a lunatic, her body was beyond perfection. Had the nicest rounded bottom he’d seen in a long time.
“But maybe before I send her to jail, I’ll take out some of my frustration on that perfect little ass of hers.”
Horatio’s brow rose. “She had a perfect ass?”
“Oh, yes. Very spankable.”
Horatio’s eyes lit up. “Sounds like fun. Nothing more exhilarating than spanking a deserving behind.”
Peter grinned. “Isn’t it though? Had a girlfriend once who pushed me so hard, she rarely sat down comfortably. And that little girl tonight… Can’t wait to give her the treatment. Quite the actress. Hey… What if she is an actress? Theatre world isn’t very big in this town. Maybe I’ll start there.”
“Williams is a good man. Helped me with some trouble with an ex-partner. Anyone get a picture of your woman?”
“Maybe she’s on the security camera. Good thought. I’ll call the restaurant right away. Andre will help me. Slipped him three grand tonight to cover the damages.”
“Sounds like you have yourself a mission.”
“I’d say so.”
His spirits buoyed, Peter finished his drink and drove home. He’d find that little brat. A thrill went through his loins at the thought of that perfect rear over his knee. He’d teach her a lesson, all right. One she’d never forget.
©2011, Michelle Carlyle
Tuesday, December 8, 2009
Spank Me, I've Been Bad Has Been Released!!!!
YEEEE-HAH!!!!!!!!!!! A new book for you!!!!!!!! You can buy this and have it in your home within DAYS!!! Aren't you excited??? I'm excited. So excited, I'm going to go have a beer and attack my husband! Wheeeeee!!!!
Here's the link to buy the sucker, if you are so inclined:
BUY SPANK ME, I'VE BEEN BAD
eHugs to all you lovely people!
Michelle
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