Hey Spanky Friends!
Why am I feeling like crap? I already got sick. I’m concerned that Mr. Carlyle is not just bringing home a nice paycheck from his new job. After all, for fourteen years we worked at home together. And this is the first time in years he’s been around that many people. 2400 of them, to be exact. All day long. He said everyone is sick at work. Sniffling and coughing and trudging around in a stupor. I think if you’re sick, you should stay home. But I suppose that’s not practical all the time.
Like tomorrow. I have a presentation to do at my RWA (Romance Writers of America) meeting and am concerned about being sick. So I’m resting all day today and if I’m sniffly, I’ll drug myself up and go do the presentation. I’m the speaker for the meeting, so I have to go. I just won’t breathe on anyone. But the show must go on.
I just hope all to hell I can fight off whatever this thing is that’s making me feel crappy. And remember my stupid presentation. Well, it’s not stupid, I think it’s good and funny. We’ll see what the audience thinks. This is the first time I’ll be doing it. Time to use that theatre degree and PERFORM.
Okay, so here is the next to the last chunk of The Motivator. I think you’ll like it.
Big hugs to all of you!
Michelle
“Easy, Heather, easy. Take it easy. You did very well. I’m very proud of you. You obeyed me and took your punishment like a good girl. Now you won’t disappoint me or yourself again, will you?”
“No,” she croaked out.
“Good girl. Now, I want you to go over and lie face down on the couch. Your punishment is over. But I want you to keep your pants down, all right?”
“O-okay,” she stammered, sobbing still.
She got up and gasped at the pain of movement. She obediently stepped out of her pants and walked over to the couch, completely naked from the waist down. He got harder. She was turned away from him, so hopefully she wouldn’t notice.
Curt walked into her kitchen and checked her freezer. Luckily, she had a pack of frozen peas. He got the peas, and went through her cupboards and found some aspirin. He got a bottle of water, the peas and the pills and returned to the living room.
“Heather? I want you to take two aspirin. Here,” he said, handing them to her. She obediently took the pills.
Then he brought up a chair next to the couch. “I’m going to put this icepack on your rear end.” He did so, she jumped a bit, then relaxed.
“You did very well, Heather, I’m impressed. Very impressed.”
She said nothing. He hoped she wasn’t too angry with him.
He got up, went to his coat pocket and got out a can of Solarcaine. He returned to her and gently began rubbing her back.
“I know I hurt you. I wanted to, I meant to. That was the worst hiding I’ll ever give you. I wanted to make an impression on you. In the future, I will make judgments based upon any other infractions you may make on your plan and modify the punishments accordingly. But this one, I wanted you to know the worst. And this was the worst I’ll ever give you.”
“Thank God.”
He smiled. He removed the peas and sprayed Solarcaine on her rear.
“Since you were such a good girl, I’m rewarding you with Solarcaine. This should help with the pain.”
He saw when the medicine worked, her entire body relaxed, her sobs subsided. Good.
He began petting her head, very softly, very affectionately. “I hope you don’t hate me, Heather.”
“I don’t.”
“I only did this because I care about you. All of this… was because I care about you. I would have never agreed to help you if I hadn’t been interested in you. I will understand if you don’t want to proceed any further with this relationship. But I hope you’ll want to.”
She finally turned and looked up at him. She smiled. “No, I got it. You are a kinda hard-ass, but… I did screw up. And I have been screwing up and I don’t want to. I knew I could have stopped you and ended this whole thing. This was my choice, having you spank me. It was horrible, but… I know I’ll get my homework done this week. And if you keep helping me, I will definitely get that master’s degree and achieve all my goals at work. Which means a lot to me. So, no, I appreciate this. Thanks. Thanks for caring enough about me to do this all for me.”
He grinned. “You’re very welcome, Heather. How are you feeling?”
“Better, now.”
“Good. Uh, is it all right if I rub out some of the pain? It will help as well.”
“Sure, go for it.”
He almost couldn’t believe his good luck. All he wanted to do was bury his face between her legs, but he held himself back. He would start slowly. Build her up so she’d really want him. He gently began massaging her rear, his sex responded accordingly.
After a bit, she unconsciously moaned and moved her hips against the couch. This was promising. He’d test her to see how far he could go.
He rubbed and massaged her buns, then dipped his hand a bit between her legs. He was instantly rewarded. She spread her legs and arched her hips a bit, inviting him in. Oh, God, he wanted her!
He slipped his hand down underneath her, she raised that beautiful ass higher. He played with her tender folds, then inserted a finger inside her. She was so wet, he slid right in. He nearly fainted with lust. He began fingering her, until she began writhing and grinding her hips into the couch.
He finally couldn’t stand it any longer. He withdrew, grabbed her, flipped her over, spread her legs wide and buried his face between her legs. She squealed with delight as his tongue found her hardened clit. He flicked it lightly with his tongue, she grabbed his head and brought him closer. She tasted so good, smelled so good, he was out of his mind with sexual joy. He could pleasure this woman forever and never tire. Heavenly!
He started off slowly and then built up and delivered a practiced assault on her sweet spot. She cried out, and pushed her hips up and tried to get as much of herself into his mouth as she could. She contracted then; writhing, moaning, seemingly barely able to handle the sensations. Then she howled as she came, bucking up against him, smashing against the couch with her fists. After she calmed, he started all over again. This was so fun! He brought her to as many orgasms as he could before she pushed him away.
“I want you inside me, now,” she growled at him, her eyes dark with lust.
He was so happy he was forty. In his younger days, he would have come just from that look on her face. As it was it was hard to hold himself back. He made short work of his clothes, his member was so hard, it hurt. He loved the way her eyes lit up when she saw him. He quickly grabbed a condom out of his pocket, eased it on and then fell between her legs.
When he entered her, he felt the connection. This was powerful. This was real. This was a bonding, not merely sex, but the first time on a path with his future partner. He tried to hold himself back, control himself, but he couldn’t. He lost himself in her. He thrusted into her wildly, she threw her head back against the couch and roared with release. He felt her sex spasm around him and nearly lost it right then. But he was determined to keep her going for as long as he could. Somehow he stayed focused. He wanted to take her on a ride she would never forget. Through some pretty fancy mental gymnastics, he continued on driving into her with everything he had. No woman had ever fit with him like this. No woman had ever felt like this.
©2008, Michelle Carlyle
Friday, February 26, 2010
Friday, February 19, 2010
The Motivator, Part Six
Hey Friends!
I’m still half asleep, so…zzzzzzz. Okay, I just had a dream that I was with William Shatner. No, no spanking or sex or anything like that thankfully. I kept giving him Star Trek toys to play with (my husband and I have an extensive collection in real life). Totally amusing. He really got into it and played with the communicator and pretended to be back on the show. I asked him if he still got fan mail from Star Trek and he said, yes, but not as much as he used to. Then Hubby woke me up.
Sort of. I’m still…zzzzzzzzz. I’m back. So here’s the next chapter of The Motivator and it’s payoff time for all you spankos. Yay!
Man, this week, I’ve been writing mostly Discipline and Desire stuff and it was such a bummer because Mr. Carlyle’s been sick. For our 18th wedding anniversary, I gave him my cold. Wasn’t that nice of me? I’ve been so frustrated with my boy toy broken. Especially because writing the spanky stuff gets me so horny. Oh, well. This is what vibrators are for.
Anyhoo, I’ll be back next week. Until then, enjoy my story and I hope you all get to spank or be spanked by a loved one. Or an acquaintance. By someone fun!
Hugs,
Michelle
“I want you to reach over and grab the opposite edge of the table, Heather. That’s it, all the way over. Good girl. Now do not let go unless I tell you to, you understand me?”
“Yes, Curt.”
Oh, the obedient tone! He got harder. He was glad she couldn’t see him, his pants were completely tented.
“All right, now. I’m going to start. If you let go or try to cover yourself or do anything but hang on, I will stop and start all over again, do you understand me?”
“Yes, Curt.”
“Good.”
He waited a good full few minutes. Let her anticipate the punishment. He walked over and took her by the hips and positioned her a bit better. Moved her legs apart just a bit. Adjusted her to make her ass a bit higher. Then he stepped back. And waited. Her breathing increased. This was such fun!
He took hold of his paddle and got himself into a good position next to her.
Then he rested his hand on the small of her back. Her skin was so soft. A thousand ways of making love to her crossed his mind. He couldn’t resist and ran his hand over her lovely, lovely derrierre.
“Yes, I think you’re finally ready.”
He waited another beat. He wanted her unprepared. Right when he saw her relax, he reached far back and came down on her unprotected, tender behind with his paddle. A satisfying loud slap rewarded him.
She shrieked and let go of the table. Then immediately grabbed hold again. He smiled. She was trying. Good.
He eased up for the next strikes; he hit her hard, but not as hard as he would shortly. He wanted to build the punishment. Build the tension, increase the pain bit by bit until the climax to his performance where the little girl would learn never to let herself down again.
Her rear end began to glow pink. But he wouldn’t stop until it was mottled with purple bruises. This little girl needed to learn a lesson.
After warming her up a bit, he began to work her ass. He started up top, across both buns, then he alternated, one cheek then the other. Each strike sent ripples across her tender flesh. He kept checking her expression to gauge her pain level. The tears had started, but she was trying to be brave. Admirable. But he was definitely getting through to her. She began dancing a bit with her feet.
“Keep those feet on the ground, Heather,” he bit out harshly. She obeyed him instantly. Excellent.
He began concentrating on her sit spots, the most important area on a woman’s behind. The most sensitive, the one place that left the most lasting impression. He started fairly lightly, working the paddle against her taut behind, then built up to where he was close to putting his all into it. One spot, then the other, again and again and again. The leather paddle swished through the air, the strikes making louder and louder slap sounds.
She finally broke down and began sobbing. Good, she was almost done.
He would end with attentions to both cheeks at once. He started a bit lightly, then built up the rhythm and the strength until he was really letting her have it with the paddle.
And God bless the little girl, she bore it. She took it and didn’t let go of the edge of the table, once.
Her ass was fire engine red, it was mottled with purple bruises, it was time to put the finishing touches on his masterpiece. And oh, her ass was a sight. Swollen now, the color so inviting. Her long beautiful legs shook with the pain, her prone position, so vulnerable, so lovely, the hint of her sex peeking out, it took much of his inner resolve not to ram himself inside her. As it was, his granite hard member pressed painfully against his pants. He was so close to coming, it wasn’t funny.
He brought his arm back far and let loose with the last few swats to her overwhelmed rear, causing her to shriek loudly.
He put the paddle down on the table and took his hand off her back.
“You stay there, now Heather. Just stay there.”
She collapsed against the table, weeping and sobbing. Now he’d have to see what the aftermath brought. She would either turn him out and he’d never see her again, or she be contrite and promise never to disappoint him or herself again. He prayed it was the latter. He’d rarely had this much fun punishing someone. And she was so lovely. Those legs! That fine ass!
He put the paddle back in his coat and then returned to her. He forced himself to keep cool. All he wanted to do was plunge her depths, but she could hate him for all he knew.
She was still crying fairly hard. He waited until she quieted some.
He laid a hand on the small of her back, she jumped.
“Easy, Heather, easy. Take it easy. You did very well. I’m very proud of you. You obeyed me and took your punishment like a good girl. Now you won’t disappoint me or yourself again, will you?”
“No,” she croaked out.
“Good girl. Now, I want you to go over and lie face down on the couch. Your punishment is over. But I want you to keep your pants down, all right?”
“O-okay,” she stammered, sobbing still.
©2007 or something, Michelle Carlyle
I’m still half asleep, so…zzzzzzz. Okay, I just had a dream that I was with William Shatner. No, no spanking or sex or anything like that thankfully. I kept giving him Star Trek toys to play with (my husband and I have an extensive collection in real life). Totally amusing. He really got into it and played with the communicator and pretended to be back on the show. I asked him if he still got fan mail from Star Trek and he said, yes, but not as much as he used to. Then Hubby woke me up.
Sort of. I’m still…zzzzzzzzz. I’m back. So here’s the next chapter of The Motivator and it’s payoff time for all you spankos. Yay!
Man, this week, I’ve been writing mostly Discipline and Desire stuff and it was such a bummer because Mr. Carlyle’s been sick. For our 18th wedding anniversary, I gave him my cold. Wasn’t that nice of me? I’ve been so frustrated with my boy toy broken. Especially because writing the spanky stuff gets me so horny. Oh, well. This is what vibrators are for.
Anyhoo, I’ll be back next week. Until then, enjoy my story and I hope you all get to spank or be spanked by a loved one. Or an acquaintance. By someone fun!
Hugs,
Michelle
“I want you to reach over and grab the opposite edge of the table, Heather. That’s it, all the way over. Good girl. Now do not let go unless I tell you to, you understand me?”
“Yes, Curt.”
Oh, the obedient tone! He got harder. He was glad she couldn’t see him, his pants were completely tented.
“All right, now. I’m going to start. If you let go or try to cover yourself or do anything but hang on, I will stop and start all over again, do you understand me?”
“Yes, Curt.”
“Good.”
He waited a good full few minutes. Let her anticipate the punishment. He walked over and took her by the hips and positioned her a bit better. Moved her legs apart just a bit. Adjusted her to make her ass a bit higher. Then he stepped back. And waited. Her breathing increased. This was such fun!
He took hold of his paddle and got himself into a good position next to her.
Then he rested his hand on the small of her back. Her skin was so soft. A thousand ways of making love to her crossed his mind. He couldn’t resist and ran his hand over her lovely, lovely derrierre.
“Yes, I think you’re finally ready.”
He waited another beat. He wanted her unprepared. Right when he saw her relax, he reached far back and came down on her unprotected, tender behind with his paddle. A satisfying loud slap rewarded him.
She shrieked and let go of the table. Then immediately grabbed hold again. He smiled. She was trying. Good.
He eased up for the next strikes; he hit her hard, but not as hard as he would shortly. He wanted to build the punishment. Build the tension, increase the pain bit by bit until the climax to his performance where the little girl would learn never to let herself down again.
Her rear end began to glow pink. But he wouldn’t stop until it was mottled with purple bruises. This little girl needed to learn a lesson.
After warming her up a bit, he began to work her ass. He started up top, across both buns, then he alternated, one cheek then the other. Each strike sent ripples across her tender flesh. He kept checking her expression to gauge her pain level. The tears had started, but she was trying to be brave. Admirable. But he was definitely getting through to her. She began dancing a bit with her feet.
“Keep those feet on the ground, Heather,” he bit out harshly. She obeyed him instantly. Excellent.
He began concentrating on her sit spots, the most important area on a woman’s behind. The most sensitive, the one place that left the most lasting impression. He started fairly lightly, working the paddle against her taut behind, then built up to where he was close to putting his all into it. One spot, then the other, again and again and again. The leather paddle swished through the air, the strikes making louder and louder slap sounds.
She finally broke down and began sobbing. Good, she was almost done.
He would end with attentions to both cheeks at once. He started a bit lightly, then built up the rhythm and the strength until he was really letting her have it with the paddle.
And God bless the little girl, she bore it. She took it and didn’t let go of the edge of the table, once.
Her ass was fire engine red, it was mottled with purple bruises, it was time to put the finishing touches on his masterpiece. And oh, her ass was a sight. Swollen now, the color so inviting. Her long beautiful legs shook with the pain, her prone position, so vulnerable, so lovely, the hint of her sex peeking out, it took much of his inner resolve not to ram himself inside her. As it was, his granite hard member pressed painfully against his pants. He was so close to coming, it wasn’t funny.
He brought his arm back far and let loose with the last few swats to her overwhelmed rear, causing her to shriek loudly.
He put the paddle down on the table and took his hand off her back.
“You stay there, now Heather. Just stay there.”
She collapsed against the table, weeping and sobbing. Now he’d have to see what the aftermath brought. She would either turn him out and he’d never see her again, or she be contrite and promise never to disappoint him or herself again. He prayed it was the latter. He’d rarely had this much fun punishing someone. And she was so lovely. Those legs! That fine ass!
He put the paddle back in his coat and then returned to her. He forced himself to keep cool. All he wanted to do was plunge her depths, but she could hate him for all he knew.
She was still crying fairly hard. He waited until she quieted some.
He laid a hand on the small of her back, she jumped.
“Easy, Heather, easy. Take it easy. You did very well. I’m very proud of you. You obeyed me and took your punishment like a good girl. Now you won’t disappoint me or yourself again, will you?”
“No,” she croaked out.
“Good girl. Now, I want you to go over and lie face down on the couch. Your punishment is over. But I want you to keep your pants down, all right?”
“O-okay,” she stammered, sobbing still.
©2007 or something, Michelle Carlyle
Friday, February 12, 2010
The Motivator, Part Five
Hey There Spanky Friends!
Damn, I’ve been so sick, I totally forgot it was Friday. It’s been one long, sneezy CSI-filled week. I totally feel like death. I thought I was getting better, I’m not sneezing as much, but I feel TERRIBLE.
Enough whining. Here is Part Five of The Motivator.
I hope you all have a wonderful Valentine’s Day. Mr. Carlyle and I are celebrating our 18th wedding anniversary on Monday. Maybe. Depending on how sick I am. I hope this is over soon. I am not used to being sick. I am a goer and a doer. Not a sit around and watch freakin’ CSI all the time kind of a person.
And I think CSI is getting to me. I keep having dreams about corpses.
Hugs to you all,
Michelle
Curt knew the moment he saw Heather the morning before their date that she hadn’t made her goals for that week. And she’d done so well the week before. She’d made a bargain with him, signed the agreement, promised to fulfill an easy set of goals and in only two weeks she’d let herself down? This girl really did need some help. She was a good girl, too. But wild. Just a bit too wild. Her impulsive nature helped her in some ways, but damaged her in others. He’d help her see how to use her nature to her advantage. And guide her in the right direction.
Of course, to do that, he had to spank her. And while he greatly looked forward to it, there would be a part of it that would be difficult. In order to get through to her, he had to do a good job on her, really punish her. It would be no fun for her tonight. But she needed it and she’d asked him to help her. And more importantly, she’d signed the agreement. Something he took very seriously. He assumed at some point, she’d break the contract, but not this soon!
He was curious how she would take her punishment. How she would hold up. Many people asked for limits they never really wanted. But she was different, he knew it. He hoped she did well. He was falling in love with her. If she could stand up to her part of the bargain, he knew it would work out between them. He sure hoped so.
When he arrived at her house at seven pm sharp, he heard her vacuuming. Trying to get as much done as she could before she saw him.
She was breathless when she answered the door. And she was worried. He liked that she was a bit afraid of him. While he’d never really hurt her, it was good she feared him a bit. It would help keep her motivated. He had to make sure that after they made love—if they made love—that she knew his limits were firm and any infractions of the rules would be met with strict discipline. Especially if they were ever to marry. He held his mates up to very high standards.
“Uh, hi, Curt,” she said, looking very nervous.
He walked inside and took off his coat. He set it down on the couch and turned back to her. He gestured towards the large grid on the wall that listed all her goals. “So, let’s see what progress you’ve made.”
She shifted in place and rubbed the back of her neck. “About that…”
“Tell me you aren’t going to try to weasel your way out of this week’s goals.”
She stopped. And thought. Then she gave up. “No.”
“You were, weren’t you?”
“Yeah,” she said, looking at her feet.
He inwardly was very amused, but kept his expression firm. He couldn’t show any weakness or leniency or she’d never get the lesson and never pass that stupid class.
“Well, let’s see what you actually did accomplish.” He walked over to the grid and checked her progress. She’d only gotten half of her goals accomplished.
He turned to her. She seemed to shrink down into her skin. Funny. But again, he kept his expression severe.
“I am interested to hear why you didn’t get much done.”
“Will it help with my sentence?”
“No.”
“Will it add to my sentence?”
“I’m not sure. Depends on the excuse.”
“I’d rather not then.”
“Oh, one of those?”
“Yes,” she said dismally.
“I still want to hear it.”
“Went on a bender with some old college friends.”
“Is that why you were sick on Monday?”
“Yeah.”
“So you lied to your work?”
“No, I was sick. Totally hungover. Woke up in a hotel in Santa Cruz with no memory of how I got… there… I should not have added that.”
He could feel the edges of his mouth flicker, he wanted to smile, but couldn’t let himself. He rubbed his mouth thoughtfully to cover his amusement. Oh, she was a bad girl, this one. He hoped he could tame her. He hoped she responded well to his discipline.
“All right then. It’s time to pay the piper, Heather.”
“Christ. Look, maybe this wasn’t such a good… idea… oh, hell. I need to pass this class and I didn’t even make it to class this week.”
“I see that. All right, this is how it’s going to work. You will submit to your punishment. You won’t try to get away, you won’t fight me. Do you understand?”
“Yeah…”
“Good girl. Now…” He got his coat and reached inside the pocket and withdrew a large leather paddle. He loved her reaction. Her eyes went wide, she paled and swallowed.
“You… you’re gonna hit me with… THAT?”
“Yes. The punishment is for you, not me. I don’t want my hand hurting.”
“Oh, dear…”
“Now,” he said, looking around the room. He spotted the very solid dining table. “That should work well. All right, Heather. Over to the table.”
“O-kay,” she said, looking terrified. The fear in her eyes sent a thrill through him. He liked the prelude to a spanking almost as much as he enjoyed administering the punishment itself.
“Now, I want you to pull your pants and underwear down to your ankles, I won’t look.”
“But…”
“The only way to properly administer a spanking is on the bare bottom of the recipient.”
“Oh, man,” she said, her voice shaky. Her hands were shaking, too. A surge of power raced through him. God, he loved punishing brats!
Reluctantly, she unzipped her jeans and pushed them over her hips. She took her very cute pink panties and pushed them down as well. Then she pushed both down to her ankles.
When he saw her amazing heart-shaped ass, he immediately got hard. Really hard. Almost painfully so. He couldn’t wait to see that lovely alabaster turn to a beet red. He loved reddening a girl’s bottom. Loved their little shrieks of pain. The tears, the trembling lower lip. God, he almost wanted to skip the spanking and take her from behind.
Control, man, control. He still wasn’t sure about her yet. Their whole future depended on how well she submitted to him. While he wanted an equal partner, they both needed to obey the rules. While he always did, it was clear the girl still had some self-destructive behaviors that needed to be addressed. If she handled this punishment well and didn’t get angry with him for it, actually appreciated it, then that would settle any doubts.
©200?, Michelle Carlyle
Damn, I’ve been so sick, I totally forgot it was Friday. It’s been one long, sneezy CSI-filled week. I totally feel like death. I thought I was getting better, I’m not sneezing as much, but I feel TERRIBLE.
Enough whining. Here is Part Five of The Motivator.
I hope you all have a wonderful Valentine’s Day. Mr. Carlyle and I are celebrating our 18th wedding anniversary on Monday. Maybe. Depending on how sick I am. I hope this is over soon. I am not used to being sick. I am a goer and a doer. Not a sit around and watch freakin’ CSI all the time kind of a person.
And I think CSI is getting to me. I keep having dreams about corpses.
Hugs to you all,
Michelle
Curt knew the moment he saw Heather the morning before their date that she hadn’t made her goals for that week. And she’d done so well the week before. She’d made a bargain with him, signed the agreement, promised to fulfill an easy set of goals and in only two weeks she’d let herself down? This girl really did need some help. She was a good girl, too. But wild. Just a bit too wild. Her impulsive nature helped her in some ways, but damaged her in others. He’d help her see how to use her nature to her advantage. And guide her in the right direction.
Of course, to do that, he had to spank her. And while he greatly looked forward to it, there would be a part of it that would be difficult. In order to get through to her, he had to do a good job on her, really punish her. It would be no fun for her tonight. But she needed it and she’d asked him to help her. And more importantly, she’d signed the agreement. Something he took very seriously. He assumed at some point, she’d break the contract, but not this soon!
He was curious how she would take her punishment. How she would hold up. Many people asked for limits they never really wanted. But she was different, he knew it. He hoped she did well. He was falling in love with her. If she could stand up to her part of the bargain, he knew it would work out between them. He sure hoped so.
When he arrived at her house at seven pm sharp, he heard her vacuuming. Trying to get as much done as she could before she saw him.
She was breathless when she answered the door. And she was worried. He liked that she was a bit afraid of him. While he’d never really hurt her, it was good she feared him a bit. It would help keep her motivated. He had to make sure that after they made love—if they made love—that she knew his limits were firm and any infractions of the rules would be met with strict discipline. Especially if they were ever to marry. He held his mates up to very high standards.
“Uh, hi, Curt,” she said, looking very nervous.
He walked inside and took off his coat. He set it down on the couch and turned back to her. He gestured towards the large grid on the wall that listed all her goals. “So, let’s see what progress you’ve made.”
She shifted in place and rubbed the back of her neck. “About that…”
“Tell me you aren’t going to try to weasel your way out of this week’s goals.”
She stopped. And thought. Then she gave up. “No.”
“You were, weren’t you?”
“Yeah,” she said, looking at her feet.
He inwardly was very amused, but kept his expression firm. He couldn’t show any weakness or leniency or she’d never get the lesson and never pass that stupid class.
“Well, let’s see what you actually did accomplish.” He walked over to the grid and checked her progress. She’d only gotten half of her goals accomplished.
He turned to her. She seemed to shrink down into her skin. Funny. But again, he kept his expression severe.
“I am interested to hear why you didn’t get much done.”
“Will it help with my sentence?”
“No.”
“Will it add to my sentence?”
“I’m not sure. Depends on the excuse.”
“I’d rather not then.”
“Oh, one of those?”
“Yes,” she said dismally.
“I still want to hear it.”
“Went on a bender with some old college friends.”
“Is that why you were sick on Monday?”
“Yeah.”
“So you lied to your work?”
“No, I was sick. Totally hungover. Woke up in a hotel in Santa Cruz with no memory of how I got… there… I should not have added that.”
He could feel the edges of his mouth flicker, he wanted to smile, but couldn’t let himself. He rubbed his mouth thoughtfully to cover his amusement. Oh, she was a bad girl, this one. He hoped he could tame her. He hoped she responded well to his discipline.
“All right then. It’s time to pay the piper, Heather.”
“Christ. Look, maybe this wasn’t such a good… idea… oh, hell. I need to pass this class and I didn’t even make it to class this week.”
“I see that. All right, this is how it’s going to work. You will submit to your punishment. You won’t try to get away, you won’t fight me. Do you understand?”
“Yeah…”
“Good girl. Now…” He got his coat and reached inside the pocket and withdrew a large leather paddle. He loved her reaction. Her eyes went wide, she paled and swallowed.
“You… you’re gonna hit me with… THAT?”
“Yes. The punishment is for you, not me. I don’t want my hand hurting.”
“Oh, dear…”
“Now,” he said, looking around the room. He spotted the very solid dining table. “That should work well. All right, Heather. Over to the table.”
“O-kay,” she said, looking terrified. The fear in her eyes sent a thrill through him. He liked the prelude to a spanking almost as much as he enjoyed administering the punishment itself.
“Now, I want you to pull your pants and underwear down to your ankles, I won’t look.”
“But…”
“The only way to properly administer a spanking is on the bare bottom of the recipient.”
“Oh, man,” she said, her voice shaky. Her hands were shaking, too. A surge of power raced through him. God, he loved punishing brats!
Reluctantly, she unzipped her jeans and pushed them over her hips. She took her very cute pink panties and pushed them down as well. Then she pushed both down to her ankles.
When he saw her amazing heart-shaped ass, he immediately got hard. Really hard. Almost painfully so. He couldn’t wait to see that lovely alabaster turn to a beet red. He loved reddening a girl’s bottom. Loved their little shrieks of pain. The tears, the trembling lower lip. God, he almost wanted to skip the spanking and take her from behind.
Control, man, control. He still wasn’t sure about her yet. Their whole future depended on how well she submitted to him. While he wanted an equal partner, they both needed to obey the rules. While he always did, it was clear the girl still had some self-destructive behaviors that needed to be addressed. If she handled this punishment well and didn’t get angry with him for it, actually appreciated it, then that would settle any doubts.
©200?, Michelle Carlyle
Friday, February 5, 2010
The Motivator, Part Four
Hey Spanko Friends!
Gotta make this short, my computer died yesterday and for some miraculous reason it’s working right now, but I don’t trust it. I went out and bought a new one (AAAAUUGGGHHH!!!-there went my trip to a conference in Arizona in April), but Mr. Carlyle needs to help me set it up. And he’s super busy with his new job. At least I didn’t lose any data. I thought I’d lost a good 100 hours of work, but thankfully, no. Whew!
Anyhoo, here’s Part Four of the Motivator (out of 8 parts). I hope you enjoy.
Big hugs,
Michelle
“You agree to this arrangement, and honey, I will hold you to whatever promise you make to me,” Curt warned. “Just remember this: I will never fault you for knowing your limits and keeping to an easy schedule, but whatever agreement you make, whatever promise you make to me, you’d better be prepared to come through. The consequences can be quite…”
“Painful.”
He grinned. “Yes.”
Heather clutched her drink a bit harder. “Oh, dear.”
“Why do I like scaring you? You have this lovely wide-eyed look of terror you get in your eyes. Yet, I can tell you really aren’t scared of me.”
“It’s a weird dichotomy isn’t it?”
“Yes, it is. Quite intriguing, really.”
“Yeah, well, Curt, you intrigue me, too.”
He smiled, like a cat that ate the canary. “I can tell.”
“Cheeky bastard, aren’t you?”
He grinned widely. “Yes. And you’re quite saucy yourself.”
“And impudent at times. Definitely defiant. Yet, I have accomplished a lot. I just hit this… zone. This… wall. I want to move forward, yet… I just can’t seem to summon up the oomfph to do it.”
“I think I can help you there.”
“I’m just wondering if I have the guts to actually make an agreement with you.”
“It’s a question you have to ask yourself. You take me on, you’re taking on more than you have, I think, ever.”
“But I do like a challenge.”
He grinned. “So do I. I will win, you know.”
“I’m counting on it.”
He insisted they go back to her apartment. “I need to see the whole thing so I can help you make your goals list.”
“This is super humiliating.”
“I won’t think any less of you. Let’s just see the whole unvarnished truth about you, shall we?”
“Oh, God.”
“Oh, my,” he said when he saw her living room.
“It gets worse. This is the clean part of the house.”
“How do you live in this?”
“I don’t. I run in, drop stuff off and run out.”
“Oh, so you don’t have a house, you have a closet.”
“Right. I didn’t always live like this.”
“Really?” he asked.
“No. I… I actually hate this.”
“Good. A good sign.”
“Are you a neat freak?”
“I am no freak. But I do like order.”
“I did.”
“I think you really do need my help.”
They sat down and made up a huge grid of goals and timelines for each. He insisted on cutting her goals list in half and lengthening the time by double than what she originally budgeted.
“You don’t have much faith in me, do you?” she asked.
“No, on the contrary, I have a great deal of faith in you or I wouldn’t be here. I saw your resume at work, I know what you’ve done, you’ve just lost your way, that’s all. No, that’s why I want this schedule to be easy to accomplish, I want you to succeed.”
She smiled. “That’s encouraging to hear.”
“I want to motivate you, not discourage you. And if you make too ambitious of a schedule, all you’re doing is setting yourself up for failure. And you don’t want to do that.”
“Okay. Thanks. I think I can do this.”
He grinned, his blue eyes twinkling at her. “Of course you can. Now sign here so we’re very clear on what your promises are.” He pointed to a place on the bottom of the goal list for the week.
“Okie-dokie,” she said.
As she signed her signature, some part of her felt like she was on a conveyor belt that led straight to some unknown, but very scary future. But as she glanced up into his eyes for reassurance, she found it waiting for her. He was a good man. Above everything, she could tell this was a man on the up-and-up, a man she could count on, a man who would be there for her.
But there was that other side to the guy. This was a man you did not cross. You did not lie to him, you didn’t try to pull anything on the man, or you would come out on the short end of the stick.
“Well, I’m going to get going.” He took her by the hand. “Heather… I would love nothing more than to seduce you right now. But… I want to take things slowly with you. I… think we have the start of something special and I want to make sure that we don’t rush it and blow it. And I also want you to take this program seriously. If we got involved too fast, I’m afraid it might not help you. I don’t want to make a mistake here. I’ve done it in the past and I don’t want to repeat it. I don’t know if you feel the same way I do—“
“I do.”
He smiled. “I thought so.”
He leaned in and kissed her. Ka-pow! Serious chemistry. Serious electricity, serious feet tingling going on. His tongue gently explored her entire mouth, then he let loose with a ferocity that made her nearly swoon.
When he pulled away, she was so dizzy, he had to steady her. Which made him laugh.
“You are adorable, aren’t you?” he said.
She could only beam.
“Oh, one more thing,” he said.
Without quite knowing how it happened, Heather found herself across the man’s lap on her couch with her arm up behind her back, her ass high in the air.
“Curt?”
“I just want you to get a sample of what would happen if you didn’t come through for yourself. If you don’t accomplish your goals.”
“I think I can imagine!”
“No, you can’t. Besides, I wouldn’t think of depriving myself of the privilege. If you’d read what you’d signed closely you would have seen the provision for pre-punishments.” She could hear the smile in his voice. He was both teasing her and making a point. He wanted her to understand that he took the bargain seriously. And he also wanted to play.
Whack! A sharp, firm slap to her upturned behind. It smarted, but it didn’t hurt that bad. She was a little surprised to realize that it kind of turned her on. Smack! A bit sharper. But the reverberations sent shockwaves through her entire sex. This was fun. Wow. Curt proceeded to administer a very powerful, yet not too painful spanking. It was really fun, actually. A bit painful, but that just served to heighten the sensations rocking her clit. This man knew how to do it.
But she could also tell he was going easy on her. If he wanted to, he could make this whole thing very, very unpleasant. She hoped she could come through. She hoped she wouldn’t blow it. While he turned her on, this was a man she couldn’t con. All her other men were pushovers. This guy was a warrior. An alpha male. Someone you didn’t push around. If she blew it, he would make her pay.
Which made him far more exciting than any other man she’d ever known. She wanted this guy. In a big, bad way.
He finished the spanking, let her up and kissed her hard. Then he simply got up, went to the door and left. Leaving her standing there, stunned.
She’d never wanted a man more. Ever.
©2008, Michelle Carlyle
Gotta make this short, my computer died yesterday and for some miraculous reason it’s working right now, but I don’t trust it. I went out and bought a new one (AAAAUUGGGHHH!!!-there went my trip to a conference in Arizona in April), but Mr. Carlyle needs to help me set it up. And he’s super busy with his new job. At least I didn’t lose any data. I thought I’d lost a good 100 hours of work, but thankfully, no. Whew!
Anyhoo, here’s Part Four of the Motivator (out of 8 parts). I hope you enjoy.
Big hugs,
Michelle
“You agree to this arrangement, and honey, I will hold you to whatever promise you make to me,” Curt warned. “Just remember this: I will never fault you for knowing your limits and keeping to an easy schedule, but whatever agreement you make, whatever promise you make to me, you’d better be prepared to come through. The consequences can be quite…”
“Painful.”
He grinned. “Yes.”
Heather clutched her drink a bit harder. “Oh, dear.”
“Why do I like scaring you? You have this lovely wide-eyed look of terror you get in your eyes. Yet, I can tell you really aren’t scared of me.”
“It’s a weird dichotomy isn’t it?”
“Yes, it is. Quite intriguing, really.”
“Yeah, well, Curt, you intrigue me, too.”
He smiled, like a cat that ate the canary. “I can tell.”
“Cheeky bastard, aren’t you?”
He grinned widely. “Yes. And you’re quite saucy yourself.”
“And impudent at times. Definitely defiant. Yet, I have accomplished a lot. I just hit this… zone. This… wall. I want to move forward, yet… I just can’t seem to summon up the oomfph to do it.”
“I think I can help you there.”
“I’m just wondering if I have the guts to actually make an agreement with you.”
“It’s a question you have to ask yourself. You take me on, you’re taking on more than you have, I think, ever.”
“But I do like a challenge.”
He grinned. “So do I. I will win, you know.”
“I’m counting on it.”
He insisted they go back to her apartment. “I need to see the whole thing so I can help you make your goals list.”
“This is super humiliating.”
“I won’t think any less of you. Let’s just see the whole unvarnished truth about you, shall we?”
“Oh, God.”
“Oh, my,” he said when he saw her living room.
“It gets worse. This is the clean part of the house.”
“How do you live in this?”
“I don’t. I run in, drop stuff off and run out.”
“Oh, so you don’t have a house, you have a closet.”
“Right. I didn’t always live like this.”
“Really?” he asked.
“No. I… I actually hate this.”
“Good. A good sign.”
“Are you a neat freak?”
“I am no freak. But I do like order.”
“I did.”
“I think you really do need my help.”
They sat down and made up a huge grid of goals and timelines for each. He insisted on cutting her goals list in half and lengthening the time by double than what she originally budgeted.
“You don’t have much faith in me, do you?” she asked.
“No, on the contrary, I have a great deal of faith in you or I wouldn’t be here. I saw your resume at work, I know what you’ve done, you’ve just lost your way, that’s all. No, that’s why I want this schedule to be easy to accomplish, I want you to succeed.”
She smiled. “That’s encouraging to hear.”
“I want to motivate you, not discourage you. And if you make too ambitious of a schedule, all you’re doing is setting yourself up for failure. And you don’t want to do that.”
“Okay. Thanks. I think I can do this.”
He grinned, his blue eyes twinkling at her. “Of course you can. Now sign here so we’re very clear on what your promises are.” He pointed to a place on the bottom of the goal list for the week.
“Okie-dokie,” she said.
As she signed her signature, some part of her felt like she was on a conveyor belt that led straight to some unknown, but very scary future. But as she glanced up into his eyes for reassurance, she found it waiting for her. He was a good man. Above everything, she could tell this was a man on the up-and-up, a man she could count on, a man who would be there for her.
But there was that other side to the guy. This was a man you did not cross. You did not lie to him, you didn’t try to pull anything on the man, or you would come out on the short end of the stick.
“Well, I’m going to get going.” He took her by the hand. “Heather… I would love nothing more than to seduce you right now. But… I want to take things slowly with you. I… think we have the start of something special and I want to make sure that we don’t rush it and blow it. And I also want you to take this program seriously. If we got involved too fast, I’m afraid it might not help you. I don’t want to make a mistake here. I’ve done it in the past and I don’t want to repeat it. I don’t know if you feel the same way I do—“
“I do.”
He smiled. “I thought so.”
He leaned in and kissed her. Ka-pow! Serious chemistry. Serious electricity, serious feet tingling going on. His tongue gently explored her entire mouth, then he let loose with a ferocity that made her nearly swoon.
When he pulled away, she was so dizzy, he had to steady her. Which made him laugh.
“You are adorable, aren’t you?” he said.
She could only beam.
“Oh, one more thing,” he said.
Without quite knowing how it happened, Heather found herself across the man’s lap on her couch with her arm up behind her back, her ass high in the air.
“Curt?”
“I just want you to get a sample of what would happen if you didn’t come through for yourself. If you don’t accomplish your goals.”
“I think I can imagine!”
“No, you can’t. Besides, I wouldn’t think of depriving myself of the privilege. If you’d read what you’d signed closely you would have seen the provision for pre-punishments.” She could hear the smile in his voice. He was both teasing her and making a point. He wanted her to understand that he took the bargain seriously. And he also wanted to play.
Whack! A sharp, firm slap to her upturned behind. It smarted, but it didn’t hurt that bad. She was a little surprised to realize that it kind of turned her on. Smack! A bit sharper. But the reverberations sent shockwaves through her entire sex. This was fun. Wow. Curt proceeded to administer a very powerful, yet not too painful spanking. It was really fun, actually. A bit painful, but that just served to heighten the sensations rocking her clit. This man knew how to do it.
But she could also tell he was going easy on her. If he wanted to, he could make this whole thing very, very unpleasant. She hoped she could come through. She hoped she wouldn’t blow it. While he turned her on, this was a man she couldn’t con. All her other men were pushovers. This guy was a warrior. An alpha male. Someone you didn’t push around. If she blew it, he would make her pay.
Which made him far more exciting than any other man she’d ever known. She wanted this guy. In a big, bad way.
He finished the spanking, let her up and kissed her hard. Then he simply got up, went to the door and left. Leaving her standing there, stunned.
She’d never wanted a man more. Ever.
©2008, Michelle Carlyle
Friday, January 29, 2010
The Motivator, Part Three
A Big Hello To My Friends!
Damn, I’m having difficulty typing this morning. I typed “A Bog Jello” instead of a Big Hello. Tired. Probably have too much sex on the brain. I was writing a HOT story yesterday involving much sensual spanking and chasing and amazingly great sex which led to me POUNCING on my husband nearly the moment he walked in the door. Goddamn, that was some good sex. My back and neck hurt. Gotta get in better shape. Clearly.
And today, I have to get back at it. The writing that is. Later, I plan on POUNCING on the hubby again. I warned Mr. Carlyle that he’d better be prepared for tonight because I intend to use his body for research. He was very enthusiastic. We’ll see how he is after a long day at work. Probably fine. He loves his new job. Absolutely loves it.
I think I had too much port last night too. Something about sex and port and chocolate all go together for a very scrumptious combination.
Oooooo, I love this job.
Speaking of which, here is part…um…something. I think Three of The Motivator. I hope you enjoy.
Hugs to you all, I hope you all have great sex this weekend. Hint: try some port afterwards and chocolate. (grin)
Michelle
Curt’s gaze darkened, his smile grew. But it was a predator’s smile. Welcome to my web said the spider to the fly. “How’s tonight?”
So what if he scared her? He was hot. “Perfect. Where? When?”
“How about Sam Sushi?”
“Oh, good one.”
“I’ll make reservations for seven, shall I?”
“Go for it.”
He sent her another amused smile.
“What? You think I’m gonna run scared from you?” Heather asked.
“Yes.”
“You don’t know me that well.”
“Well, maybe by the end of the evening, we’ll know each other just a little bit better.”
“Okay, son. You’re on.”
“You want me to pick you up? I know you live close to downtown.”
“Yeah, why don’t you? I’ll email you the directions.”
“Good. See you at seven.”
“Great. I think.”
He laughed. She took off for her office. She couldn’t believe she’d accepted his offer. Oh, hell it was just sushi. Nothing else.
Hmmmm. Damn, she hoped he kissed her.
What was she thinking? God, no work romances!
But of course, in his case, she may have to make an exception.
He picked her up at precisely seven, she waited for him at the curb.
He sent her a knowing look when she got into his two-seater sports car. It was clear he figured out she didn’t want him to see her house.
“Yeah,” she said, answering his silent question.
He laughed. “You mentioned it looked pretty bad.”
“It looks like I just moved in, boxes everywhere.”
“When did you move in?”
“A year ago.”
“And you haven’t unpacked yet?”
“I’ve been…”
“Insert excuse here,” he finished.
“No… well… yeah, probably.”
“It seems like you may need my help, after all.”
“Couldn’t hurt.”
He sent her a sharp look. That strange, predatory feral dark promise. She suddenly could see him in all black leather holding a whip. A little thrill went through her at the thought.
Was she nuts?
They sat down, ordered drinks and began munching on the edamame the waitress had brought them as appetizers.
She studied him. “So… how do you propose to help me?”
“You get right to the point, don’t you?”
“Curiosity is killing me.”
He grinned. “All right. Well, basically we draw up a plan for you. What you want to accomplish and when. And we decide if it’s doable—based upon holidays and other things you have going on—everyone has a tendency to plan more than they have time for. So we go over your current schedule, work in the things you want to accomplish and put you on a timetable.”
“Just like any other project.”
“Exactly.”
“Okay. So… we plan out these goals and then… what?”
“You check in with me weekly, or whatever time period we decide and I check to see if you’re accomplished your goals.”
“And then what happens?”
“Well, hopefully, you’ve accomplished what you promised you would.”
“Okay. What if I don’t?”
He smiled and leaned back in his chair. “Now that’s where it gets… interesting. There are many ways to handle that part. But I do have a method I have utilized in the past that has been quite effective. Very motivating. Once I’ve employed this… method, my… er, clients have gotten everything done and normally much faster than they planned.”
“And that is?” She took a long draw off her drink.
His gaze grew more intense. “If you don’t meet your goals, I turn you over my knee and spank the hell out of you.”
She spit her drink out all over her lap. Luckily, her napkin was there. She cleaned up her mess and regarded him. He seemed very amused that she was so flustered.
She laughed. “I was afraid you were gonna say that.”
“Afraid or titillated?” he asked, with a hidden grin, his eyes doing this x-ray vision thing on her.
A thrill went through her nether-regions. This man was dangerous all right. Very, very dangerous.
“Honestly? Both.”
“I was hoping you’d say that,” he said, flashing her a white-toothed grin. He was flirting with her, too.
“So… people have paid you to employ these… methods of yours.”
“Actually, no. I’ve only done this sort of a thing for friends before, really. I do something like this for corporations, without the spankings. CEOs don’t really go in for that sort of thing.”
She laughed. “No, wouldn’t suppose so. So, really, you’ve done this for… people.”
“Let me be more clear. They were a bit more than friends.”
“You spanked your girlfriends?”
He nodded. “To great effect and great benefit to them.”
“And you. You like that part, don’t you?”
His gaze darkened. “Let’s just say I really enjoy giving a deserving girl her just desserts.”
“You are a bit frightening, aren’t you?”
“Not once you get to know me.”
Their sushi arrived and Heather had to admit, it wasn’t easy eating. The man made her more nervous than she was on her first prom date.
“So… if we agree to do this… scheduling, won’t your girlfriend or wife—“
He laughed. “Very subtle, very, very subtle, Heather.”
“Oh, hell. Of course, I’m going to ask.”
He smiled warmly at her. The darkness was gone and just a very sweet man sat there, looking at her very fondly. An interesting and promising change.
He said, “I figured since you came out to dinner with me, you weren’t involved.”
“I was. I mean, no, not this month. Actually, David was several months now. Wow, how time flies. So, you’re not, either, huh?”
“No.”
“Did you scare the last one away?”
He gave her a half-smile. “Did you?”
“Yeah,” she replied without hesitation.
He burst out laughing. “I thought so. I knew you were trouble from the moment I met you.”
“Nah. Well… only… maybe.”
He chuckled, clearly enjoying her. It felt good to be around this guy. She liked him. He saw through her crap, but didn’t completely fault her for it. He liked her.
“And yes, I scared her away. I think my standards were a bit too high for her.”
“Uh, oh.”
“Yes, uh, oh. You agree to this arrangement, and honey, I will hold you to whatever promise you make to me. Just remember this: I will never fault you for knowing your limits and keeping to an easy schedule, but whatever agreement you make, whatever promise you make to me, you’d better be prepared to come through. The consequences can be quite…”
“Painful.”
He grinned. “Yes.”
“Oh, dear.”
©2009, Michelle Carlyle
Damn, I’m having difficulty typing this morning. I typed “A Bog Jello” instead of a Big Hello. Tired. Probably have too much sex on the brain. I was writing a HOT story yesterday involving much sensual spanking and chasing and amazingly great sex which led to me POUNCING on my husband nearly the moment he walked in the door. Goddamn, that was some good sex. My back and neck hurt. Gotta get in better shape. Clearly.
And today, I have to get back at it. The writing that is. Later, I plan on POUNCING on the hubby again. I warned Mr. Carlyle that he’d better be prepared for tonight because I intend to use his body for research. He was very enthusiastic. We’ll see how he is after a long day at work. Probably fine. He loves his new job. Absolutely loves it.
I think I had too much port last night too. Something about sex and port and chocolate all go together for a very scrumptious combination.
Oooooo, I love this job.
Speaking of which, here is part…um…something. I think Three of The Motivator. I hope you enjoy.
Hugs to you all, I hope you all have great sex this weekend. Hint: try some port afterwards and chocolate. (grin)
Michelle
Curt’s gaze darkened, his smile grew. But it was a predator’s smile. Welcome to my web said the spider to the fly. “How’s tonight?”
So what if he scared her? He was hot. “Perfect. Where? When?”
“How about Sam Sushi?”
“Oh, good one.”
“I’ll make reservations for seven, shall I?”
“Go for it.”
He sent her another amused smile.
“What? You think I’m gonna run scared from you?” Heather asked.
“Yes.”
“You don’t know me that well.”
“Well, maybe by the end of the evening, we’ll know each other just a little bit better.”
“Okay, son. You’re on.”
“You want me to pick you up? I know you live close to downtown.”
“Yeah, why don’t you? I’ll email you the directions.”
“Good. See you at seven.”
“Great. I think.”
He laughed. She took off for her office. She couldn’t believe she’d accepted his offer. Oh, hell it was just sushi. Nothing else.
Hmmmm. Damn, she hoped he kissed her.
What was she thinking? God, no work romances!
But of course, in his case, she may have to make an exception.
He picked her up at precisely seven, she waited for him at the curb.
He sent her a knowing look when she got into his two-seater sports car. It was clear he figured out she didn’t want him to see her house.
“Yeah,” she said, answering his silent question.
He laughed. “You mentioned it looked pretty bad.”
“It looks like I just moved in, boxes everywhere.”
“When did you move in?”
“A year ago.”
“And you haven’t unpacked yet?”
“I’ve been…”
“Insert excuse here,” he finished.
“No… well… yeah, probably.”
“It seems like you may need my help, after all.”
“Couldn’t hurt.”
He sent her a sharp look. That strange, predatory feral dark promise. She suddenly could see him in all black leather holding a whip. A little thrill went through her at the thought.
Was she nuts?
They sat down, ordered drinks and began munching on the edamame the waitress had brought them as appetizers.
She studied him. “So… how do you propose to help me?”
“You get right to the point, don’t you?”
“Curiosity is killing me.”
He grinned. “All right. Well, basically we draw up a plan for you. What you want to accomplish and when. And we decide if it’s doable—based upon holidays and other things you have going on—everyone has a tendency to plan more than they have time for. So we go over your current schedule, work in the things you want to accomplish and put you on a timetable.”
“Just like any other project.”
“Exactly.”
“Okay. So… we plan out these goals and then… what?”
“You check in with me weekly, or whatever time period we decide and I check to see if you’re accomplished your goals.”
“And then what happens?”
“Well, hopefully, you’ve accomplished what you promised you would.”
“Okay. What if I don’t?”
He smiled and leaned back in his chair. “Now that’s where it gets… interesting. There are many ways to handle that part. But I do have a method I have utilized in the past that has been quite effective. Very motivating. Once I’ve employed this… method, my… er, clients have gotten everything done and normally much faster than they planned.”
“And that is?” She took a long draw off her drink.
His gaze grew more intense. “If you don’t meet your goals, I turn you over my knee and spank the hell out of you.”
She spit her drink out all over her lap. Luckily, her napkin was there. She cleaned up her mess and regarded him. He seemed very amused that she was so flustered.
She laughed. “I was afraid you were gonna say that.”
“Afraid or titillated?” he asked, with a hidden grin, his eyes doing this x-ray vision thing on her.
A thrill went through her nether-regions. This man was dangerous all right. Very, very dangerous.
“Honestly? Both.”
“I was hoping you’d say that,” he said, flashing her a white-toothed grin. He was flirting with her, too.
“So… people have paid you to employ these… methods of yours.”
“Actually, no. I’ve only done this sort of a thing for friends before, really. I do something like this for corporations, without the spankings. CEOs don’t really go in for that sort of thing.”
She laughed. “No, wouldn’t suppose so. So, really, you’ve done this for… people.”
“Let me be more clear. They were a bit more than friends.”
“You spanked your girlfriends?”
He nodded. “To great effect and great benefit to them.”
“And you. You like that part, don’t you?”
His gaze darkened. “Let’s just say I really enjoy giving a deserving girl her just desserts.”
“You are a bit frightening, aren’t you?”
“Not once you get to know me.”
Their sushi arrived and Heather had to admit, it wasn’t easy eating. The man made her more nervous than she was on her first prom date.
“So… if we agree to do this… scheduling, won’t your girlfriend or wife—“
He laughed. “Very subtle, very, very subtle, Heather.”
“Oh, hell. Of course, I’m going to ask.”
He smiled warmly at her. The darkness was gone and just a very sweet man sat there, looking at her very fondly. An interesting and promising change.
He said, “I figured since you came out to dinner with me, you weren’t involved.”
“I was. I mean, no, not this month. Actually, David was several months now. Wow, how time flies. So, you’re not, either, huh?”
“No.”
“Did you scare the last one away?”
He gave her a half-smile. “Did you?”
“Yeah,” she replied without hesitation.
He burst out laughing. “I thought so. I knew you were trouble from the moment I met you.”
“Nah. Well… only… maybe.”
He chuckled, clearly enjoying her. It felt good to be around this guy. She liked him. He saw through her crap, but didn’t completely fault her for it. He liked her.
“And yes, I scared her away. I think my standards were a bit too high for her.”
“Uh, oh.”
“Yes, uh, oh. You agree to this arrangement, and honey, I will hold you to whatever promise you make to me. Just remember this: I will never fault you for knowing your limits and keeping to an easy schedule, but whatever agreement you make, whatever promise you make to me, you’d better be prepared to come through. The consequences can be quite…”
“Painful.”
He grinned. “Yes.”
“Oh, dear.”
©2009, Michelle Carlyle
Friday, January 22, 2010
The Motivator, Part Two
Hey Spanky Friends!
What a rainy week! Gallons poured down on us this week and it’s raining right now. Thankfully, this is just light rain, falling more or less vertically, but on Wednesday we had sideways rain and thunder and lightning. Very exciting. But thankfully, we didn’t lose power.
Hubby is thrilled with his job, I haven’t seen him happier. He’s excited to get up in the morning and go to work. A first! And now I’m finally left to do what I do best, write and drink tea.
But after 14 years of being within ten feet of him, it is weird to finally be alone a lot. But I’m actually loving it. Besides, I’m not very alone, I have my imaginary friends to keep me company.
But I am thinking of getting a cat again. Also, since my girlfriends found out I’m here all by my lonesome, I’ve had some extended phone conversations and visits.
Life has really turned around for us…speaking of thunder. Wow. Time to unplug the computers.
Take care, my dears,
Michelle
Heather went to her meeting and was walking by Curt’s temporary office, when he beckoned her inside.
“Yes?” she asked in a playful tone.
He grinned. “I meant what I said, I can get you the help if you need it. To pass that class.”
“So you know one of these coach-type people?”
“Yes, I do.”
“Do you know them well?”
He shrugged. “Fairly well.”
“Huh.”
“I think you do need the help. You sound as though you do.”
“Oh, I play stuff up for the group, but I’m doing okay—okay that was such a lie. I am a liar! Sorry. Yes, I do. I know I do, but…”
“What?”
“I just…”
“What?” he asked.
“I don’t know. It seems so desperate.”
“So you think you’re bosses are desperate and that’s why they hired me?”
“No. Well, kinda. They really needed you. I hear you’ve got magical wizardry type financial skills.”
“They needed extra help, expert help.”
“Point taken.”
“We can’t always accomplish our goals alone,” Curt said. “Look at any professional athlete, they have coaches.”
“Yeah, they do. You’re right.”
“I even do some of this coaching myself.”
This surprised her. “You do?”
He smiled and sent her a penetrating stare, then shook his head to himself. “I do. But I don’t think you’d… go for my… specialty. My methods are only for those who truly want to change and get their goals accomplished. I’m a bit… let’s just say my tough love techniques are a bit more tough than others,” he said with a wicked smile.
He intrigued her. “Well, I want to change and I need to pass that class. But… What do you mean a bit more tough than others?”
“I normally only discuss the particulars with serious clients.”
“Huh. So how much do you charge?”
“I have a sliding scale. For you… since we’re friends, I’d be willing to barter or work something out. But only if you were serious and you just don’t strike me as the serious kind of girl.”
“Oh, I’m serious. I have to pass this stupid class. I mean, five times? Come on. I won’t be able to live with myself if I don’t and I’m starting to get desperate.”
“I don’t think you’d like the methods I employ to motivate my clients. You don’t seem the type.”
“The type? What kind of type?”
“You just seem… well, very rebellious, I think. A bit on the bratty side. Brats can get into real trouble with me. Real. Trouble,” he said with a warning and a promise in his eye. Something about it sent a thrill through her. This guy was a real hard-ass and that was a real turn-on. She’d only been with wimps. This guy was a real man.
She grinned. “Well, to be honest with you, I am… yes, I’m very rebellious and I am a bit of a brat. At least, according to my exes. But then, they were jerks and I had to get even somehow. But that’s beside the point. This is business. I need to get this class done. I have to. That offer in R & D isn’t going to last long. But you are scaring me.”
He sent her a half smile, and looked thoughtful for a moment, his deep blue gaze evaluating her. “I would scare you, yes. I think I would.”
She laughed. “So what? Are you some kinda disciplinarian or something?”
He grinned and didn’t miss a beat. “You could say that.”
“Oh, dear,” she said, her knees feeling a bit shaky. The man was touching on some of her hidden fantasies. Was this the man she’d been looking for? The one who would open up that whole world of power games? No, she was imagining it. He just wanted a new client and like he said, she was a friend.
But she was getting some other hints that the man may just find her attractive. He was definitely baiting her, teasing her. And he was certainly turning her on.
“Tell you what?” he said. “You think about it. If you want, we can meet and discuss specifics. Say over dinner sometime this week? If you want.”
“Uh…”
“Think about it. Get back to me.”
“Uh, okay.”
She stared at him for a few seconds more, then turned and walked out. She almost walked into Jason, she was so dazed by the conversation. Did he just ask her to dinner? No. It was business.
But was it business?
She got all the way to her office when it struck her. Who the hell cared why the guy talked about having dinner with her, this was a perfect opportunity to get the guy alone! She was single, she had to get back on the horse and oh, wouldn’t she love to ride his pony. Yee-hah!
But wait, she was making that up. He didn’t care about her sexually, only professionally. Right?
Well, there was one way to find out. And last she checked, her dance card was empty.
What if he was married?
She was talking about dinner, not marriage!
She headed straight back to his office. He seemed surprised, yet very amused to see her return so soon.
“Yes?” he asked cordially.
“You’re on. When?”
His gaze darkened, his smile grew. But it was a predator’s smile. Welcome to my web said the spider to the fly. “How’s tonight?”
So what if he scared her? He was hot. “Perfect. Where? When?”
“How about Sam Sushi?”
“Oh, good one.”
“I’ll make reservations for seven, shall I?”
“Go for it.”
He sent her another amused smile.
“What? You think I’m gonna run scared from you?” she asked.
“Yes.”
“You don’t know me that well.”
“Well, maybe by the end of the evening, we’ll know each other just a little bit better.”
©2009, Michelle Carlyle
What a rainy week! Gallons poured down on us this week and it’s raining right now. Thankfully, this is just light rain, falling more or less vertically, but on Wednesday we had sideways rain and thunder and lightning. Very exciting. But thankfully, we didn’t lose power.
Hubby is thrilled with his job, I haven’t seen him happier. He’s excited to get up in the morning and go to work. A first! And now I’m finally left to do what I do best, write and drink tea.
But after 14 years of being within ten feet of him, it is weird to finally be alone a lot. But I’m actually loving it. Besides, I’m not very alone, I have my imaginary friends to keep me company.
But I am thinking of getting a cat again. Also, since my girlfriends found out I’m here all by my lonesome, I’ve had some extended phone conversations and visits.
Life has really turned around for us…speaking of thunder. Wow. Time to unplug the computers.
Take care, my dears,
Michelle
Heather went to her meeting and was walking by Curt’s temporary office, when he beckoned her inside.
“Yes?” she asked in a playful tone.
He grinned. “I meant what I said, I can get you the help if you need it. To pass that class.”
“So you know one of these coach-type people?”
“Yes, I do.”
“Do you know them well?”
He shrugged. “Fairly well.”
“Huh.”
“I think you do need the help. You sound as though you do.”
“Oh, I play stuff up for the group, but I’m doing okay—okay that was such a lie. I am a liar! Sorry. Yes, I do. I know I do, but…”
“What?”
“I just…”
“What?” he asked.
“I don’t know. It seems so desperate.”
“So you think you’re bosses are desperate and that’s why they hired me?”
“No. Well, kinda. They really needed you. I hear you’ve got magical wizardry type financial skills.”
“They needed extra help, expert help.”
“Point taken.”
“We can’t always accomplish our goals alone,” Curt said. “Look at any professional athlete, they have coaches.”
“Yeah, they do. You’re right.”
“I even do some of this coaching myself.”
This surprised her. “You do?”
He smiled and sent her a penetrating stare, then shook his head to himself. “I do. But I don’t think you’d… go for my… specialty. My methods are only for those who truly want to change and get their goals accomplished. I’m a bit… let’s just say my tough love techniques are a bit more tough than others,” he said with a wicked smile.
He intrigued her. “Well, I want to change and I need to pass that class. But… What do you mean a bit more tough than others?”
“I normally only discuss the particulars with serious clients.”
“Huh. So how much do you charge?”
“I have a sliding scale. For you… since we’re friends, I’d be willing to barter or work something out. But only if you were serious and you just don’t strike me as the serious kind of girl.”
“Oh, I’m serious. I have to pass this stupid class. I mean, five times? Come on. I won’t be able to live with myself if I don’t and I’m starting to get desperate.”
“I don’t think you’d like the methods I employ to motivate my clients. You don’t seem the type.”
“The type? What kind of type?”
“You just seem… well, very rebellious, I think. A bit on the bratty side. Brats can get into real trouble with me. Real. Trouble,” he said with a warning and a promise in his eye. Something about it sent a thrill through her. This guy was a real hard-ass and that was a real turn-on. She’d only been with wimps. This guy was a real man.
She grinned. “Well, to be honest with you, I am… yes, I’m very rebellious and I am a bit of a brat. At least, according to my exes. But then, they were jerks and I had to get even somehow. But that’s beside the point. This is business. I need to get this class done. I have to. That offer in R & D isn’t going to last long. But you are scaring me.”
He sent her a half smile, and looked thoughtful for a moment, his deep blue gaze evaluating her. “I would scare you, yes. I think I would.”
She laughed. “So what? Are you some kinda disciplinarian or something?”
He grinned and didn’t miss a beat. “You could say that.”
“Oh, dear,” she said, her knees feeling a bit shaky. The man was touching on some of her hidden fantasies. Was this the man she’d been looking for? The one who would open up that whole world of power games? No, she was imagining it. He just wanted a new client and like he said, she was a friend.
But she was getting some other hints that the man may just find her attractive. He was definitely baiting her, teasing her. And he was certainly turning her on.
“Tell you what?” he said. “You think about it. If you want, we can meet and discuss specifics. Say over dinner sometime this week? If you want.”
“Uh…”
“Think about it. Get back to me.”
“Uh, okay.”
She stared at him for a few seconds more, then turned and walked out. She almost walked into Jason, she was so dazed by the conversation. Did he just ask her to dinner? No. It was business.
But was it business?
She got all the way to her office when it struck her. Who the hell cared why the guy talked about having dinner with her, this was a perfect opportunity to get the guy alone! She was single, she had to get back on the horse and oh, wouldn’t she love to ride his pony. Yee-hah!
But wait, she was making that up. He didn’t care about her sexually, only professionally. Right?
Well, there was one way to find out. And last she checked, her dance card was empty.
What if he was married?
She was talking about dinner, not marriage!
She headed straight back to his office. He seemed surprised, yet very amused to see her return so soon.
“Yes?” he asked cordially.
“You’re on. When?”
His gaze darkened, his smile grew. But it was a predator’s smile. Welcome to my web said the spider to the fly. “How’s tonight?”
So what if he scared her? He was hot. “Perfect. Where? When?”
“How about Sam Sushi?”
“Oh, good one.”
“I’ll make reservations for seven, shall I?”
“Go for it.”
He sent her another amused smile.
“What? You think I’m gonna run scared from you?” she asked.
“Yes.”
“You don’t know me that well.”
“Well, maybe by the end of the evening, we’ll know each other just a little bit better.”
©2009, Michelle Carlyle
Friday, January 15, 2010
The Motivator, Part One
Peoples!
Howzit? Another Friday. They are so sneaky. I completely forget what day it is when I’m writing.
So this was Hubby’s first week at work and he is thrilled. He gets a FREE LUNCH. That’s right. A freakin’ free lunch at work. Three weeks paid vacation, thirteen holiday days off and all his coworkers are super nice. He’s feeling extremely lucky. And so am I. After fourteen years of being ten feet from the guy 24/7, I finally have alone time. It’s so weird. And so wonderful. I mean, I love my husband, but having some time to really get things done is awesome. And he comes home happy which is even better. I can’t believe it was only a few weeks ago that we were both miserable. Things sure can change fast.
So here’s a new story for you called The Motivator. And boy, is this guy motivating. You’ll never guess the tools he uses. HEEEEEE!!!!!
I hope you’re all doing well out there in Cyberland and I hope you have a great weekend. Ours is supposed to be rather soggy, so I’ll be doing lots of indoor activities. Hopefully involving sex. Lots of sex. Mostly sex.
Hugs to you all,
Michelle
“How’s class goin?” Lydia asked.
Heather groaned. “Oh, God, don’t ask.”
“Don’t tell me you didn’t pass Physics again.”
“Physics Three, thank you very much.”
“Still? How many times have you taken that course?” Lydia demanded.
Heather laughed. “God… uh, I think this is the fourth.”
“How many times do they let you take the course?”
“As many times as I want to pay for it.”
Heather sipped on her latte and took a bite of her pastry. She and four co-workers were in the break room, having coffee and chatting. Along with Heather and Lydia, there was Sherrill, the overweight, nail-biting sales manager, Jason, the young executive intern and Curt, the mysterious and handsome financial consultant.
Curt was only supposed to have been there for a month, but they’d been so impressed with him, he had work lined up there for the next year. With his sparkling blue eyes, his tall, lean frame, a quick smile and killer facial bone structure, Curt was exactly her type. Heather got a crush on the guy at first sight. But he kept his cards close to the vest and didn’t seem to be interested in any office romances.
And why would he be interested in her? She was a freakin’ disaster area.
Jason nodded Heather’s way. “What are you guys talking about? You’re in school, Heather?”
“So the school thinks,” she cracked. “No, Jason, dear, you see I’m only twenty units shy of a master’s degree, and all I have to do is to pass a few classes and bingo, more money, a new degree and the potential to get into Research and Development here.”
Jason seemed surprised. “You want to do that? It doesn’t have the income potential that Sales does.”
“No. But it actually interests me. I’m gettin’ burnt on dealing with our customer base. I want to do what I thought I’d be doing, actually getting involved with some exploration instead of just selling product.”
Sherrill nodded her way. “You need a PhD for that.”
“Don’t I know it. But I got friends in there, if I get my Masters, they can sneak me in and then I’ll have three years to get my doctorate. And of course, the company will pay for it. Well, if I actually passed a class, it would help.”
“Have you tried a tutor?” Lydia asked.
“Why does everybody suggest that? I am smart, I just…”
Jason asked, “What?”
“I hate school. I hate it. I hate, hate, hate class. And this… I’m having trouble with the subject. It got all esoteric on me. I mean, the first two Physics classes were awesome, I got it, I understood it, but it was all pretty tangible. This next crap… is not. I don’t get it and I don’t want to get it… I don’t know, I just got this block.”
Lydia turned to her. “And you’re addicted to several reality show series.”
“And there’s that.”
“Sounds like you just need some motivation,” Curt said.
Heather looked up at him. He didn’t talk to her often, but for some reason, she’d just got his attention with her conversation. And now that she had it, she was a bit uncomfortable. She couldn’t tell what the guy thought. He was super cute, but something about him scared her. There was a look in his eye that made her so nervous. She didn’t know what it was, she couldn’t put her finger on it, but there was some darkness to the guy somewhere deep within him. Maybe not a darkness, but he gave off a certain aura of power. He was certainly self-assured.
“Yeah, motivation would help. Do you know where I can buy some?” Heather cracked.
He smiled, but there was a sharpness to the look behind his eyes. He made her feet feel funny and her stomach fluttery, but it wasn’t all sexual attraction. She felt almost afraid of him. Weird.
“I might,” he said.
“What? Starbucks?” she asked.
He smiled again. But his gaze seemed to almost look through her. He was evaluating her, gauging her, it was disconcerting to say the least. But Heather never allowed people to know if they were getting to her, she put up a good, nonchalant front for the man. Not to mention the group.
“No,” Curt replied. “I’m talking about personal coaches. People who help you stay on track. Maintain schedules. Complete goals.”
Heather regarded him. “You mean, like a cheerleader?”
He smiled. “Something like that. Sometimes they try a bit of tough love if you slack off. But yes, they’ll also cheer you on, to help you accomplish your goals.”
“Tough love. Like bootcamp tough love?” Heather asked.
“So I’ve heard,” Curt said. “I have a few contacts, people who do this sort of thing.”
“Hmmm. Well, I’m not that desperate yet. But I’ll think about it. I have been a bad, bad girl lately.”
The look in his eye changed. If she wasn’t mistaken it went sort of feral, intense, predatory. What did she say? The “bad girl” line. Huh. Very interesting.
She smiled at him and realized that it was a flirty smile. She quickly let it fade. No playing with fire. Curt looked like an inferno and she was in no mood to get burned.
“So are you gonna take the class again?” Lydia asked.
Heather laughed. “I already signed up. I start next week and I’m already thinking of ways to cut class.”
The group broke up laughing.
“So number five is the charm?” Lydia said.
Heather waved a hand. “Oh, God, I don’t know. All I know is that I need to grow up. I swear, the whole thing is that I’m some big child. I’m so spoiled. I work, I go home, I do a bit of a workout, then it’s tube time. I hardly clean the house anymore; I hardly do anything on the weekends. I’ve turned into a total slug since what’s-his-face moved out.”
“He was a neat freak jerk,” Lydia said, pointing at her with a biscotti.
Heather checked her watch. “Maybe that has something to do with it—oh, Christ, I have a meeting in five minutes. See you, guys,” she said, getting up.
As she left, she caught Curt’s gaze. Intense. She’d peaked his interested for some reason. Which was both exciting and scary at the same time. She wasn’t sure what was going on with him, but she’d got his attention. Which, on second thought, couldn’t be a bad thing. He was hot!
©2009, Michelle Carlyle
Howzit? Another Friday. They are so sneaky. I completely forget what day it is when I’m writing.
So this was Hubby’s first week at work and he is thrilled. He gets a FREE LUNCH. That’s right. A freakin’ free lunch at work. Three weeks paid vacation, thirteen holiday days off and all his coworkers are super nice. He’s feeling extremely lucky. And so am I. After fourteen years of being ten feet from the guy 24/7, I finally have alone time. It’s so weird. And so wonderful. I mean, I love my husband, but having some time to really get things done is awesome. And he comes home happy which is even better. I can’t believe it was only a few weeks ago that we were both miserable. Things sure can change fast.
So here’s a new story for you called The Motivator. And boy, is this guy motivating. You’ll never guess the tools he uses. HEEEEEE!!!!!
I hope you’re all doing well out there in Cyberland and I hope you have a great weekend. Ours is supposed to be rather soggy, so I’ll be doing lots of indoor activities. Hopefully involving sex. Lots of sex. Mostly sex.
Hugs to you all,
Michelle
“How’s class goin?” Lydia asked.
Heather groaned. “Oh, God, don’t ask.”
“Don’t tell me you didn’t pass Physics again.”
“Physics Three, thank you very much.”
“Still? How many times have you taken that course?” Lydia demanded.
Heather laughed. “God… uh, I think this is the fourth.”
“How many times do they let you take the course?”
“As many times as I want to pay for it.”
Heather sipped on her latte and took a bite of her pastry. She and four co-workers were in the break room, having coffee and chatting. Along with Heather and Lydia, there was Sherrill, the overweight, nail-biting sales manager, Jason, the young executive intern and Curt, the mysterious and handsome financial consultant.
Curt was only supposed to have been there for a month, but they’d been so impressed with him, he had work lined up there for the next year. With his sparkling blue eyes, his tall, lean frame, a quick smile and killer facial bone structure, Curt was exactly her type. Heather got a crush on the guy at first sight. But he kept his cards close to the vest and didn’t seem to be interested in any office romances.
And why would he be interested in her? She was a freakin’ disaster area.
Jason nodded Heather’s way. “What are you guys talking about? You’re in school, Heather?”
“So the school thinks,” she cracked. “No, Jason, dear, you see I’m only twenty units shy of a master’s degree, and all I have to do is to pass a few classes and bingo, more money, a new degree and the potential to get into Research and Development here.”
Jason seemed surprised. “You want to do that? It doesn’t have the income potential that Sales does.”
“No. But it actually interests me. I’m gettin’ burnt on dealing with our customer base. I want to do what I thought I’d be doing, actually getting involved with some exploration instead of just selling product.”
Sherrill nodded her way. “You need a PhD for that.”
“Don’t I know it. But I got friends in there, if I get my Masters, they can sneak me in and then I’ll have three years to get my doctorate. And of course, the company will pay for it. Well, if I actually passed a class, it would help.”
“Have you tried a tutor?” Lydia asked.
“Why does everybody suggest that? I am smart, I just…”
Jason asked, “What?”
“I hate school. I hate it. I hate, hate, hate class. And this… I’m having trouble with the subject. It got all esoteric on me. I mean, the first two Physics classes were awesome, I got it, I understood it, but it was all pretty tangible. This next crap… is not. I don’t get it and I don’t want to get it… I don’t know, I just got this block.”
Lydia turned to her. “And you’re addicted to several reality show series.”
“And there’s that.”
“Sounds like you just need some motivation,” Curt said.
Heather looked up at him. He didn’t talk to her often, but for some reason, she’d just got his attention with her conversation. And now that she had it, she was a bit uncomfortable. She couldn’t tell what the guy thought. He was super cute, but something about him scared her. There was a look in his eye that made her so nervous. She didn’t know what it was, she couldn’t put her finger on it, but there was some darkness to the guy somewhere deep within him. Maybe not a darkness, but he gave off a certain aura of power. He was certainly self-assured.
“Yeah, motivation would help. Do you know where I can buy some?” Heather cracked.
He smiled, but there was a sharpness to the look behind his eyes. He made her feet feel funny and her stomach fluttery, but it wasn’t all sexual attraction. She felt almost afraid of him. Weird.
“I might,” he said.
“What? Starbucks?” she asked.
He smiled again. But his gaze seemed to almost look through her. He was evaluating her, gauging her, it was disconcerting to say the least. But Heather never allowed people to know if they were getting to her, she put up a good, nonchalant front for the man. Not to mention the group.
“No,” Curt replied. “I’m talking about personal coaches. People who help you stay on track. Maintain schedules. Complete goals.”
Heather regarded him. “You mean, like a cheerleader?”
He smiled. “Something like that. Sometimes they try a bit of tough love if you slack off. But yes, they’ll also cheer you on, to help you accomplish your goals.”
“Tough love. Like bootcamp tough love?” Heather asked.
“So I’ve heard,” Curt said. “I have a few contacts, people who do this sort of thing.”
“Hmmm. Well, I’m not that desperate yet. But I’ll think about it. I have been a bad, bad girl lately.”
The look in his eye changed. If she wasn’t mistaken it went sort of feral, intense, predatory. What did she say? The “bad girl” line. Huh. Very interesting.
She smiled at him and realized that it was a flirty smile. She quickly let it fade. No playing with fire. Curt looked like an inferno and she was in no mood to get burned.
“So are you gonna take the class again?” Lydia asked.
Heather laughed. “I already signed up. I start next week and I’m already thinking of ways to cut class.”
The group broke up laughing.
“So number five is the charm?” Lydia said.
Heather waved a hand. “Oh, God, I don’t know. All I know is that I need to grow up. I swear, the whole thing is that I’m some big child. I’m so spoiled. I work, I go home, I do a bit of a workout, then it’s tube time. I hardly clean the house anymore; I hardly do anything on the weekends. I’ve turned into a total slug since what’s-his-face moved out.”
“He was a neat freak jerk,” Lydia said, pointing at her with a biscotti.
Heather checked her watch. “Maybe that has something to do with it—oh, Christ, I have a meeting in five minutes. See you, guys,” she said, getting up.
As she left, she caught Curt’s gaze. Intense. She’d peaked his interested for some reason. Which was both exciting and scary at the same time. She wasn’t sure what was going on with him, but she’d got his attention. Which, on second thought, couldn’t be a bad thing. He was hot!
©2009, Michelle Carlyle
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