Hey Spankos!
Arrrrggggg. This is a true Friday the 13th for me. I feel like shit. Freakin’ panic attack in the middle of the night. Money worries will do that to you. We’re fine, we’ll be fine, but some stuff came up in the past week that has scared me. Apparently. Been awhile since I’ve laid awake like this. But something hit my buttons and now…I’m exhausted, my belly is buzzing and some part of me is screaming at me to “RUN!” No wonder I write a lot of romantic suspense. Heavy sigh. I think I’ll go back to bed.
So…this week (aside from the money weirdness) I’ve been working on polishing some upcoming releases: Hanky Spanky and two other titles. Yay! More books for sale! Wheeee! Which might help with those money worries.
Damn, I hate this economy. I hate that the rich keep getting richer and the rest of us suffer. I hate that money isn’t going into the schools or where we actually need it, it’s being spent in stupid ways that don’t help the majority. So many of my friends have lost their houses and jobs, it’s crazy. Yet the banks are doing great and so is Big Business. All these businesses are reporting record profits, but they won’t hire new people.
Okay, enough of this gloomy crap. Man. My brain is warped. I think I need to lose myself in one of my stories. Hey, look, there’s one right here. How convenient.
Hugs and love to all my readers,
Michelle
“Holy Moly! Melvin! It is Gary! He’s coming here to question you! I have to get out of here!” Heather cried, leaping to her feet. She grabbed her bag of pot, shoved it in her pocket and headed for the back door.
“Heather! Wait! I need a witness to the police brutality!” Melvin called after her.
Heather was already into the backyard. She raced through the overgrown yard, leapt up on the back fence and jumped over. Right as she landed, she heard a voice call out behind her. “Wait right there! FBI!” It was Gary. She couldn’t believe this. Heather ran for her life.
She leapt over lawn furniture, raced up to a table next to the fence, jumped up on it and vaulted over.
“I see you! Damn you, wait! FBI! I order you to stop!” he yelled after her.
Her heart pounding out of her chest, Heather ran across the next yard, leapt up on the fence and heaved herself over.
“FBI! Stop!”
How did this happen? Heather raced across one more yard, hopped the fence and landed in the street. Damn it!
She darted across the street, heading for an alley.
“Goddamn you!” came Gary’s cry from behind her.
She ran down the alley, turned the corner and saw the train tracks ahead of her. It was then she heard the train. She had to make it, she had to make it in front of the train. It was her only way out.
Even though she was nearly out of breath, somehow the terror of being caught by Gary propelled her faster.
“FBI! STOP!” he shouted. She checked over her shoulder; he was closing in on her. He was still a good fifty feet away, but he was getting closer by the minute.
The train’s deafening horn blared. The crossing gates were coming down up the block.
“Don’t try it! It’s not worth it! I only want to talk to you!” Gary cried out.
Heather’s entire focus was on the train and the tracks in front of her. It was going to be close.
She ran flat out for the tracks, the train was right there. Using every bit of her strength, she launched herself over the tracks. The conductor blared the horn.
She saw the train out of her peripheral vision; it looked like it was going to hit her.
She landed on the other side of the tracks just as the blast of the wind from the train hit her. She kept running, barely believing that she’d made it. She finally came to stop and checked behind her. The train was a long one, she’d made it.
Unable to believe what she’d just done, she turned away from the train and kept running. She had to get back home. She’d pick up her motorcycle later. Good thing there’d been no parking in front of Melvin’s. She’d parked down the block. Hopefully, Gary wouldn’t see the cycle. It least it was a stock Honda and a very popular model.
Heather didn’t stop panicking until she reached the safety of her own home. She rushed inside, hid her pot in her stash place and headed for the shower. She had to ditch her clothes and get the sweat off. No clues. Gary was due in two hours. Of course, if they arrested Melvin, maybe Gary would be delayed.
Three hours later, when she heard the knock at her door followed by the sound of it opening, she was ready. She had her fake work out on her desk, had prepared dinner and was casually dressed in sweats and t-shirt. She even took off her make up in an effort to appear like she’d been home all day.
When Gary’s face appeared at her office door, she didn’t bat an eye. She leapt out of her chair and ran to him. He grinned and brought her in for a lovely kiss.
“So how’s my favorite girl today?” he asked, his blue eyes twinkling down at her. She ran her hand through his flame red hair. “Better now that you’re here.”
He kissed her again. “So you been home all day?”
“Oh, yeah. Got a huge part of a manual done.”
“Good girl. So what’s cookin’? It smells great.”
“Pot roast,” she said.
“Mmm, sounds great. Tomorrow, I’m takin’ you out.”
“Ooo, where?”
“It’s a surprise. Actually, I have a couple surprises for you tonight.”
“Really? What kind of surprises?”
He smiled down at her. “You’ll just have to wait. Hey, I’m gonna throw on some sweats, too. You wanna come watch?”
“Food first, then sex. If I watch you, I won’t be able to keep my hands off you.”
“We could have sex before and after,” he said, reaching for her.
“I’m too hungry. Go get changed, then we can eat. You’re a bit late.”
“Yeah, had some problems at work.”
“Poor thing. Go change and meet me in the kitchen. You can tell me all about it.”
Heather was in the kitchen, congratulating herself for running. This was so cool. Gary would never know that it had been her at Melvin’s. Whew, dodged that bullet!
“Honey?” Gary called out.
“Yeah?”
“Could you come here a minute?”
“Sure. Just a sec.” Heather put down her wineglass and went to her bedroom. Gary had changed into sweats and black t-shirt. He looked so hot!
“What is it?” she asked, walking up to him.
“Hey, look what I found,” he said, handing her a small plastic object.
She looked at it. It was her Godzilla key ring. She’d spent a full hour searching for it that afternoon.
“God, I’ve been looking all over for this, where did you find it?” she asked.
The look in his eye changed. It darkened.
“What? Where did you find it?” she asked.
“At 4545 Willow Avenue,” he said as his mouth grew tight.
Heather felt like someone clubbed her over the head. She got dizzy. She had to sit. She collapsed on the bed. It was over. Over and done with.
©2010, Michelle Carlyle
Friday, August 13, 2010
Friday, August 6, 2010
Her Secret Life, Part One
Hey Spanky Friends!
How’s it hangin’? I’m doing great. I’m just totally, utterly, one-hundred-percent SICK of entertaining. Since it’s one of my favorite pastimes, I’m surprised. After my guests left last Sunday, I was a lot happier than I should have been. I couldn’t figure out why I was bummed and then realized I’d spent two solid weekends of cooking, cleaning and serving. I love sharing my house and hanging out with my friends, but I’m done for awhile. Thank God, we’re not entertaining this weekend. This is a picnic-at-the-beach weekend. Yay! Date with the Hubby!
Okay, so that fucktastic marathon my hubby and I were having DIED. We haven’t had sex in a week. We both had sex dreams last night and promised ourselves we’d summon the energy to continue our fun tonight. Problem was we wore ourselves out with entertaining and were too wiped this week to have sex. Which is the number one reason we need to stop entertaining so much. Lesson learned.
So today we start with a new/old story called Her Secret Life, found in Bad Girls 3. This story came from a vanilla novel I wrote a long time ago. The male lead is based on a character I wrote about ten books for and never published. A hardassed FBI agent with a crazy girlfriend. This was before I was purposefully writing spanking fiction. When all my novels ended up with a spanking for the heroine. Which is why they were never published. Thank God, I found Discipline and Desire and a whole audience of people who actually loved the spanking scenes.
Actually nearly ALL of my spanking stories come from my vanilla novels. As I’m writing, spanking ideas will come up and I normally have two story lines going with the same characters. The main story goes into the novel and the side stories go to the spanking fiction. Gerry and Rob are exceptions (the prankster woman) and a few others, but mostly my story ideas and characters come from my novels. Sometimes I split the characters and develop two different people. Like sort of the same person with different aspects of their personalities highlighted. For instance, I work with two Zane Blacks (I need to do something about the names…), Zane Black-The Spanker/Rocker and Zane Black, the special ops guy. Both look the same, talk the same, have the same heart and moral character, but they have very different occupations, backgrounds and…predilections, if you know what I mean. I wonder what will happen when I finally sell a vanilla novel. I’ll have to own those characters or change some names or something. Anyway, no worries for right now.
Okie-dokie. I hope you all have a spiffy weekend.
Hugsnlove,
Michelle
As Heather sat there, smoking a big bomber of a joint with her connection, she finally took in her surroundings. Her friend was a paranoid nutcase. She’d known him since high school, but Melvin had been slipping further and further out into the outer fringes of society. He had newspaper clippings all over the walls of his living room, some with huge red circles around the headlines. The books covering his coffee table ranged from manuals on how to build a trebuchet to getting off the power grid to military manifestos written by South American dictators.
“So when are you building the bunker?” she finally asked the large, pasty-faced man sitting in the recliner next to her.
His large brown eyes practically popped out of his head. “How did you know about the bunker?” he demanded, sitting upright in his chair.
“Dude, dude, calm. I was kidding. I’m just a bit worried about you, man. You… this isn’t good, all this reading of yours,” she said, gesturing towards the coffee table.
“But Heather, the world is coming to an end, soon,” he replied earnestly. “And the government is behind it.”
“Honey, have you thought about therapy?”
“Therapy placates the masses and makes you all comfortable with this commercialized hell the planet has become. I don’t want anything to dull my senses,” he said, taking a huge hit off the joint.
“Nice irony, there,” she replied, taking the joint from him.
“Marijuana sharpens my mind. I can think more clearly, see through all the distractions the government is bombarding me with. The iPod? Do you really think they’re playing all music? Subliminal programming, they all come with subliminal programming that makes us want to buy more stuff. And TV now? They’re sending two programs during most prime time viewing, they send the show or whatever, the Simpsons then in images we can’t even perceive, they are sending us messages to go out and spend ourselves into oblivion.”
“I can see those images. They’re called commercials.”
“You always were a naysayer, Heather. You gotta open up your eyes and your mind, girl. They’re subverting us.”
“Oh, I feel subverted. This stuff is strong. Here, you finish it. I gotta be straight soon. Seeing my new boyfriend later.”
“Are you still lying to him?”
“Of course. He’d bust me. Maybe not, but he could. He doesn’t know about this whole other life of mine. He thinks I go to some cubicle in the city to work, he has no idea I’m one of the most successful erotica writers in the country.”
“I think he started dating you to get to me.”
“He doesn’t even know you. Or know that I know you.”
“I think you’ve lost your mind with this one, Heather. The biker, I understood. The shoe salesman, I understood.”
“He was hot.”
“I even understood when you went out with the hacker.”
“He was cute in a sort of wild-coffee-addict-never-sees-the-light-of-day way.”
“But what I cannot fathom is this new flirtation with the dark side,” Melvin said.
“He’s cute as hell and an awesome lay. What more could I need?”
“Someone who didn’t have the power to arrest you,” he responded acidly.
“He wouldn’t,” Heather scoffed. “Besides, he’ll never find out about me. Or you. Or anything I don’t want him to. We’ve been going out for three months and he still doesn’t know anything about me. And I’m gonna keep it that way.”
“A relationship made in heaven. The guy doesn’t even know you. And this doesn’t say anything to you? Trust in a relationship? Mutual respect? How can you say he loves you when he doesn’t even know you?”
“Oh, he knows all the important parts.”
Melvin snorted. “I’ll bet.”
“No, not those parts. Its not like I change personalities around him. He knows I like cartoons and I collect weird action figures. He knows I ride a motorcycle and I like to hike. He’s met my parents.”
“That’s not saying much, they haven’t known anything about you since you were twelve.”
“I couldn’t tell them I was dealing. Or that’s how I worked my way through college. Or that I write erotica. They think I’m a computer programmer.”
“What does he think you do?”
“He thinks I’m a technical writer.”
Melvin burst out laughing. “You don’t know the first thing about technology.”
“I can use my computer.”
“Only because I keep updating everything for you.”
“Yeah, well.”
“I don’t know. So what kind of cop is he again?”
“FBI, baby.”
“Damn, girl. When you travel on the dark side, you go all the way.”
“Don’t I know it. If he weren’t so cute, I would have dumped him by now. And he’s so nice. It’s actually frightening what a goody two shoes the man is. I hope he never finds out about me.”
“What if it gets serious?”
“Serious. Who, me?” Heather asked.
“Yeah. You.”
“Never occurred to me.”
“Are you in love with him?”
“Hell yeah.”
“And he loves you.”
“He says so. He acts like it. I’ve met his parents and everything.”
“So? Doesn’t this say anything to you? What if he wants to marry you?”
“Marry me? Me?” She laughed. “No man has ever dared to tread that path with me. I think he’ll come to his senses eventually and leave me. That’s what they all do. Well, either that or I leave them. Marriage, ha. I’ve never even been proposed to yet.
“What about Mike? And Jack? And Daniel?” Melvin corrected.
Heather waved a dismissive hand. “Oh, those didn’t count.”
“Why not? They were marriage proposals.”
“They didn’t count because I didn’t love them.”
“So what if this guy asks you to marry him?”
This stumped Heather. “I don’t know. Never gave it any serious thought. I just figured he’d dump me. I don’t know.”
“How old are you now?”
“Don’t ask,” Heather said.
“You have to be my age, like, thirty-three.”
“I don’t want to think about it. It makes me think that I have to be serious about my life and I don’t like being serious. So, no, I’m not gonna think about it. Besides, I like him too much. That’s always a sure sign they’re gonna dump me.”
“I hope you’re right. FBI. Just gives me the willies thinkin’ about it. Oh, have I told you about my new blog?”
“No, what one is this about?”
“About assassinating the president.”
The words reverberated through her head.
She stared over at her pasty-faced friend. “Are you nuts?”
“I want those bastards to wake up and realize that there are some of us who just won’t take their crap anymore.”
“Melvin, when did you start this blog?”
“About three days ago. Man, did it take off. Thousands of people commented on it. I’m finally getting the attention I’ve been needing. Now that I’ve got a platform, I’m gonna be tackling all the big subjects. How Russia is still controlling the planet, how antiperspirant causes brain damage—“
“I was wondering why you smelled so funky—“
“How those black helicopters are starting to follow major corridors of traffic, a sure sign the government is planning to implement martial law. Then I’m gonna launch into how our money is poisoned with a secret toxin that makes us want to eat junk food. You know the biggest threat we’re facing on our planet?”
“Trans fatty acids?” Heather guessed.
“No, Chinese fast food joints. Think about it. They start in, they’ve got tons more people than the US does. If they start shoving their food down our throats, we’ll be slaves to them and their ideals. It will all go down hill from there.”
“You’re making me hungry. Man, some Kung Pao Chicken would be really good about now.”
“You are hopeless.”
Heather laughed. “Melvin, you gotta get out more, man. You spend too much time cooped up in…” A man outside the house caught Heather’s attention.
“What?” Melvin asked.
“That guy getting out of that car across the street. He looks just like Gary.”
“Where?” Melvin asked. He turned around to look.
Heather pointed. “See that guy with that other suit? I swear, he looks just like…”
It suddenly slammed her. Melvin’s blog.
“Holy Moly! Melvin! It is Gary! He’s coming here to question you! I have to get out of here!” she cried, leaping to her feet. She grabbed her bag of pot, shoved it in her pocket and headed for the back door.
©2010, Michelle Carlyle
How’s it hangin’? I’m doing great. I’m just totally, utterly, one-hundred-percent SICK of entertaining. Since it’s one of my favorite pastimes, I’m surprised. After my guests left last Sunday, I was a lot happier than I should have been. I couldn’t figure out why I was bummed and then realized I’d spent two solid weekends of cooking, cleaning and serving. I love sharing my house and hanging out with my friends, but I’m done for awhile. Thank God, we’re not entertaining this weekend. This is a picnic-at-the-beach weekend. Yay! Date with the Hubby!
Okay, so that fucktastic marathon my hubby and I were having DIED. We haven’t had sex in a week. We both had sex dreams last night and promised ourselves we’d summon the energy to continue our fun tonight. Problem was we wore ourselves out with entertaining and were too wiped this week to have sex. Which is the number one reason we need to stop entertaining so much. Lesson learned.
So today we start with a new/old story called Her Secret Life, found in Bad Girls 3. This story came from a vanilla novel I wrote a long time ago. The male lead is based on a character I wrote about ten books for and never published. A hardassed FBI agent with a crazy girlfriend. This was before I was purposefully writing spanking fiction. When all my novels ended up with a spanking for the heroine. Which is why they were never published. Thank God, I found Discipline and Desire and a whole audience of people who actually loved the spanking scenes.
Actually nearly ALL of my spanking stories come from my vanilla novels. As I’m writing, spanking ideas will come up and I normally have two story lines going with the same characters. The main story goes into the novel and the side stories go to the spanking fiction. Gerry and Rob are exceptions (the prankster woman) and a few others, but mostly my story ideas and characters come from my novels. Sometimes I split the characters and develop two different people. Like sort of the same person with different aspects of their personalities highlighted. For instance, I work with two Zane Blacks (I need to do something about the names…), Zane Black-The Spanker/Rocker and Zane Black, the special ops guy. Both look the same, talk the same, have the same heart and moral character, but they have very different occupations, backgrounds and…predilections, if you know what I mean. I wonder what will happen when I finally sell a vanilla novel. I’ll have to own those characters or change some names or something. Anyway, no worries for right now.
Okie-dokie. I hope you all have a spiffy weekend.
Hugsnlove,
Michelle
As Heather sat there, smoking a big bomber of a joint with her connection, she finally took in her surroundings. Her friend was a paranoid nutcase. She’d known him since high school, but Melvin had been slipping further and further out into the outer fringes of society. He had newspaper clippings all over the walls of his living room, some with huge red circles around the headlines. The books covering his coffee table ranged from manuals on how to build a trebuchet to getting off the power grid to military manifestos written by South American dictators.
“So when are you building the bunker?” she finally asked the large, pasty-faced man sitting in the recliner next to her.
His large brown eyes practically popped out of his head. “How did you know about the bunker?” he demanded, sitting upright in his chair.
“Dude, dude, calm. I was kidding. I’m just a bit worried about you, man. You… this isn’t good, all this reading of yours,” she said, gesturing towards the coffee table.
“But Heather, the world is coming to an end, soon,” he replied earnestly. “And the government is behind it.”
“Honey, have you thought about therapy?”
“Therapy placates the masses and makes you all comfortable with this commercialized hell the planet has become. I don’t want anything to dull my senses,” he said, taking a huge hit off the joint.
“Nice irony, there,” she replied, taking the joint from him.
“Marijuana sharpens my mind. I can think more clearly, see through all the distractions the government is bombarding me with. The iPod? Do you really think they’re playing all music? Subliminal programming, they all come with subliminal programming that makes us want to buy more stuff. And TV now? They’re sending two programs during most prime time viewing, they send the show or whatever, the Simpsons then in images we can’t even perceive, they are sending us messages to go out and spend ourselves into oblivion.”
“I can see those images. They’re called commercials.”
“You always were a naysayer, Heather. You gotta open up your eyes and your mind, girl. They’re subverting us.”
“Oh, I feel subverted. This stuff is strong. Here, you finish it. I gotta be straight soon. Seeing my new boyfriend later.”
“Are you still lying to him?”
“Of course. He’d bust me. Maybe not, but he could. He doesn’t know about this whole other life of mine. He thinks I go to some cubicle in the city to work, he has no idea I’m one of the most successful erotica writers in the country.”
“I think he started dating you to get to me.”
“He doesn’t even know you. Or know that I know you.”
“I think you’ve lost your mind with this one, Heather. The biker, I understood. The shoe salesman, I understood.”
“He was hot.”
“I even understood when you went out with the hacker.”
“He was cute in a sort of wild-coffee-addict-never-sees-the-light-of-day way.”
“But what I cannot fathom is this new flirtation with the dark side,” Melvin said.
“He’s cute as hell and an awesome lay. What more could I need?”
“Someone who didn’t have the power to arrest you,” he responded acidly.
“He wouldn’t,” Heather scoffed. “Besides, he’ll never find out about me. Or you. Or anything I don’t want him to. We’ve been going out for three months and he still doesn’t know anything about me. And I’m gonna keep it that way.”
“A relationship made in heaven. The guy doesn’t even know you. And this doesn’t say anything to you? Trust in a relationship? Mutual respect? How can you say he loves you when he doesn’t even know you?”
“Oh, he knows all the important parts.”
Melvin snorted. “I’ll bet.”
“No, not those parts. Its not like I change personalities around him. He knows I like cartoons and I collect weird action figures. He knows I ride a motorcycle and I like to hike. He’s met my parents.”
“That’s not saying much, they haven’t known anything about you since you were twelve.”
“I couldn’t tell them I was dealing. Or that’s how I worked my way through college. Or that I write erotica. They think I’m a computer programmer.”
“What does he think you do?”
“He thinks I’m a technical writer.”
Melvin burst out laughing. “You don’t know the first thing about technology.”
“I can use my computer.”
“Only because I keep updating everything for you.”
“Yeah, well.”
“I don’t know. So what kind of cop is he again?”
“FBI, baby.”
“Damn, girl. When you travel on the dark side, you go all the way.”
“Don’t I know it. If he weren’t so cute, I would have dumped him by now. And he’s so nice. It’s actually frightening what a goody two shoes the man is. I hope he never finds out about me.”
“What if it gets serious?”
“Serious. Who, me?” Heather asked.
“Yeah. You.”
“Never occurred to me.”
“Are you in love with him?”
“Hell yeah.”
“And he loves you.”
“He says so. He acts like it. I’ve met his parents and everything.”
“So? Doesn’t this say anything to you? What if he wants to marry you?”
“Marry me? Me?” She laughed. “No man has ever dared to tread that path with me. I think he’ll come to his senses eventually and leave me. That’s what they all do. Well, either that or I leave them. Marriage, ha. I’ve never even been proposed to yet.
“What about Mike? And Jack? And Daniel?” Melvin corrected.
Heather waved a dismissive hand. “Oh, those didn’t count.”
“Why not? They were marriage proposals.”
“They didn’t count because I didn’t love them.”
“So what if this guy asks you to marry him?”
This stumped Heather. “I don’t know. Never gave it any serious thought. I just figured he’d dump me. I don’t know.”
“How old are you now?”
“Don’t ask,” Heather said.
“You have to be my age, like, thirty-three.”
“I don’t want to think about it. It makes me think that I have to be serious about my life and I don’t like being serious. So, no, I’m not gonna think about it. Besides, I like him too much. That’s always a sure sign they’re gonna dump me.”
“I hope you’re right. FBI. Just gives me the willies thinkin’ about it. Oh, have I told you about my new blog?”
“No, what one is this about?”
“About assassinating the president.”
The words reverberated through her head.
She stared over at her pasty-faced friend. “Are you nuts?”
“I want those bastards to wake up and realize that there are some of us who just won’t take their crap anymore.”
“Melvin, when did you start this blog?”
“About three days ago. Man, did it take off. Thousands of people commented on it. I’m finally getting the attention I’ve been needing. Now that I’ve got a platform, I’m gonna be tackling all the big subjects. How Russia is still controlling the planet, how antiperspirant causes brain damage—“
“I was wondering why you smelled so funky—“
“How those black helicopters are starting to follow major corridors of traffic, a sure sign the government is planning to implement martial law. Then I’m gonna launch into how our money is poisoned with a secret toxin that makes us want to eat junk food. You know the biggest threat we’re facing on our planet?”
“Trans fatty acids?” Heather guessed.
“No, Chinese fast food joints. Think about it. They start in, they’ve got tons more people than the US does. If they start shoving their food down our throats, we’ll be slaves to them and their ideals. It will all go down hill from there.”
“You’re making me hungry. Man, some Kung Pao Chicken would be really good about now.”
“You are hopeless.”
Heather laughed. “Melvin, you gotta get out more, man. You spend too much time cooped up in…” A man outside the house caught Heather’s attention.
“What?” Melvin asked.
“That guy getting out of that car across the street. He looks just like Gary.”
“Where?” Melvin asked. He turned around to look.
Heather pointed. “See that guy with that other suit? I swear, he looks just like…”
It suddenly slammed her. Melvin’s blog.
“Holy Moly! Melvin! It is Gary! He’s coming here to question you! I have to get out of here!” she cried, leaping to her feet. She grabbed her bag of pot, shoved it in her pocket and headed for the back door.
©2010, Michelle Carlyle
Friday, July 30, 2010
Rigged For A Spanking, Conclusion
Spanko Friends!
Okay, got to make it quick, I’m on deadline for the humor column and all this crap has happened to me in the past two days that has SUCKED UP all my time. Jeez. Sometimes I hate being an adult. On the bright side, Hubby and I have been having a major fuck-a-thon that makes everything else much easier to deal with. Insert satisfied sigh here. We’ve been going places in bed, I’ve rarely been before. The highs have been tremendous. I think maybe this week has been especially sexy because I’ve been writing my two monthly stories for Discipline and Desire. One story was a two-vibrator-break story and the other was a three-vibrator-break short story. I think I came so much by the time Hubby got home he was able to keep me out on a wonderful precipice of ecstasy, that great place right before you come that is sooooo fun. And he kept me in that amazing place FOREVER. Shit, I’m squirming here. I can’t wait until he gets home tonight.
Of course, today I’m writing something completely different that won’t make me horny. So maybe I’ll read a story before he gets home… I’m so smart!
Okay, now I really have to go to work. Jeez! It’s so late!
Here’s the conclusion of Rigged for a Spanking, soon to be found in Hanky Spanky. Next week, we start a new story! Yay!!!
Hugs to you all,
Michelle
The crew managed to clean up the mess fast and the show resumed ten minutes later. Zane had a guy personally escort her to his dressing room with strict orders not to leave.
Lila spent the time sewing up her ripped jeans and drinking beer.
She heard the finale and her heart started beating faster. Damn it, he’d better not spank her for that. It hadn’t been her fault.
As soon as Zane appeared at the door, she leapt up. “It wasn’t my fault, I swear, it wasn’t my fault.”
He held up both hands, his expression hard and unforgiving. “Lila, stop.” He chuckled but he wasn’t amused. “There’s no way out, woman. You knew better than to climb back up there without someone with you. Rabbit told you how dangerous it was.”
“But I had to get my knife!”
“I heard all about it. But you are still not off the hook. You destroyed a twelve-thousand-dollar backdrop, Lila. You stopped my show. You went where you had no business going. One of the guys who strikes the show afterwards could have gotten the knife. But you don’t think. You climb up there where no one is supposed to be—exactly because of what happened. What the hell were you thinking?”
“I was thinking I wanted—“
He sighed and nodded, exasperated. “Your knife. Well, maybe if you get even more of a spanking on that bruised ass of yours, maybe you might think next time. Lila, really, you have to stop, baby. And damn it, I’m your husband and it’s my job to protect you. And if that means spanking you everyday until you get it, well, that’s what I’ll do.”
He locked the door to the dressing room.
She was horrified. “Not here, they might all hear!”
“Well, then, maybe you might want to keep your mouth shut while I’m spankin’ you.”
“This isn’t fair.”
He swung on her, his mouth agape. “Are you talkin’ to me about fair?”
She looked down. “No.”
“Good. Now get over here,” he said, heading to a small loveseat along one wall.
Reluctantly, she shuffled over. When she wasn’t even partway there, he reached out with his ten-foot-long arm, grabbed her and yanked her towards him. Her pants were down around her ankles in a flash.
Zane shifted her so she was in his perfect target range. He lifted a knee, causing her to bend over some and let her have it.
She shrieked. Then stuck her fist in her mouth. He swatted her again, even harder. She squealed deep in her throat. He picked up his torturous rhythm, incinerating her buns. She had no idea how loud her spankings were. Normally, she deafened herself by the sounds of her own cries. But now, her inner screams weren’t dampening the sounds of the incredibly hard smacks to her tender and sore behind. The thunderous slaps echoed off the painted walls and cement floor, she was sure everyone backstage could hear them.
Of course, the noise was the least of her problems. Zane was barbecuing her already super sore ass. This was the worst of the worst. She already couldn’t sit, this was pure agony. And he was sure to be thorough. He spanked the tops of her buns down to the bottom where he worked her sit spots until she couldn’t hold it in any longer. She took her fist out of her mouth and let out a howl.
She thought she heard laughter outside the door, but since all of her energy was focused on pain control, it didn’t really register.
“You knew better!” Zane yelled, furious. He laid down a speed-metal percussion on her ass that made her nearly lose her mind. She bellowed.
He spanked every inch of her tender buns and upper thighs. Tears streamed down her face, she cried and didn’t care who heard her. This was horrible.
After another horrible assault on her sit spots, Zane stopped. She sobbed uncontrollably. This was all so unfair!
He picked her up, set her on her feet and pulled up her pants. When he pulled the material past her blazing buns, she shrieked again. He zipped up her pants and glared down at her.
Pointing down at her, he said, “You stop all this. Now. You stop, you hear me?”
“But it wasn’t my fault!” she cried.
His green gaze glowed with fury. “Do you want to be spanked again?”
“Okay, okay, so it was my fault. But I didn’t mean to ruin your show.”
“You didn’t. I’m sure our review will make all the newsmagazines, thanks to you. But you almost died, again, Lila. That’s twice in twenty-four hours. That’s insane, even for you. You listen to me, you obey me and you don’t ever go against me again. You hear?”
“Yes… sir…”
“Good. Jesus, woman. You are gonna be the death of me. I look up, here you are, appearing out of a cloud of smoke, sailin’ down at me, holdin’ on to that backdrop. I could—no, strike that. I could believe it. Too well. Honey, you have to stop.”
“I will, I will. I’m sorry.”
“No more climbing of anything for three months, you hear me? Not even a ladder to change a light bulb. No climbing walls, no nothing. You are grounded and in big trouble with me. Double trouble. Triple trouble. And I may just spank you tomorrow and the next day and the next day. As many days as I see fit.”
His hardass expression suddenly broke. Anguish showed in his green eyes. The look broke her heart. “Please, Lila. Just stay alive for me, honey, will ya? Just stay alive?”
She fell into his arms, sobbing again. “I’m sorry, Zane. I love you so much, I’m sorry.”
He crushed her in a hug. “I love you too, baby. So much.” He kissed her. His kiss turned lustful. He pushed her up against the wall and unzipped her jeans. “I have to have you,” he said into her mouth, He pulled away and tore off her pants—again causing a ripple of pain from her ass. But at this point, she didn’t care. He had his pants down and was inside her, fast. She yelled, only this time with joy.
He pumped her hard; she slammed against the wall, making a ton of noise. Zane took her fiercely; she relished in his power and catapulted into orgasm after orgasm. He quickened his pace, she screamed, he joined her and they both climaxed together.
They fell to the couch afterwards, breathing hard and clinging to each other.
“I love you, Zane.”
“I love you more, baby.”
“We love you too, Zane!” came the taunts of his band mates right outside the door. They heard everything! How embarrassing!
“Go to hell!” Zane yelled.
Uproarious laughter. The guys pounded on the door and then left, laughing the whole way.
Lila felt her face flush. “That was embarrassing.”
“Ignore them, think about me,” he said, kissing her.
“Okay,” she said into his mouth.
He wrapped his arms around her and she knew she was forgiven. While her behavior wouldn’t soon be forgotten, at least she was forgiven. God, she loved her man.
© 2010, Michelle Carlyle
Okay, got to make it quick, I’m on deadline for the humor column and all this crap has happened to me in the past two days that has SUCKED UP all my time. Jeez. Sometimes I hate being an adult. On the bright side, Hubby and I have been having a major fuck-a-thon that makes everything else much easier to deal with. Insert satisfied sigh here. We’ve been going places in bed, I’ve rarely been before. The highs have been tremendous. I think maybe this week has been especially sexy because I’ve been writing my two monthly stories for Discipline and Desire. One story was a two-vibrator-break story and the other was a three-vibrator-break short story. I think I came so much by the time Hubby got home he was able to keep me out on a wonderful precipice of ecstasy, that great place right before you come that is sooooo fun. And he kept me in that amazing place FOREVER. Shit, I’m squirming here. I can’t wait until he gets home tonight.
Of course, today I’m writing something completely different that won’t make me horny. So maybe I’ll read a story before he gets home… I’m so smart!
Okay, now I really have to go to work. Jeez! It’s so late!
Here’s the conclusion of Rigged for a Spanking, soon to be found in Hanky Spanky. Next week, we start a new story! Yay!!!
Hugs to you all,
Michelle
The crew managed to clean up the mess fast and the show resumed ten minutes later. Zane had a guy personally escort her to his dressing room with strict orders not to leave.
Lila spent the time sewing up her ripped jeans and drinking beer.
She heard the finale and her heart started beating faster. Damn it, he’d better not spank her for that. It hadn’t been her fault.
As soon as Zane appeared at the door, she leapt up. “It wasn’t my fault, I swear, it wasn’t my fault.”
He held up both hands, his expression hard and unforgiving. “Lila, stop.” He chuckled but he wasn’t amused. “There’s no way out, woman. You knew better than to climb back up there without someone with you. Rabbit told you how dangerous it was.”
“But I had to get my knife!”
“I heard all about it. But you are still not off the hook. You destroyed a twelve-thousand-dollar backdrop, Lila. You stopped my show. You went where you had no business going. One of the guys who strikes the show afterwards could have gotten the knife. But you don’t think. You climb up there where no one is supposed to be—exactly because of what happened. What the hell were you thinking?”
“I was thinking I wanted—“
He sighed and nodded, exasperated. “Your knife. Well, maybe if you get even more of a spanking on that bruised ass of yours, maybe you might think next time. Lila, really, you have to stop, baby. And damn it, I’m your husband and it’s my job to protect you. And if that means spanking you everyday until you get it, well, that’s what I’ll do.”
He locked the door to the dressing room.
She was horrified. “Not here, they might all hear!”
“Well, then, maybe you might want to keep your mouth shut while I’m spankin’ you.”
“This isn’t fair.”
He swung on her, his mouth agape. “Are you talkin’ to me about fair?”
She looked down. “No.”
“Good. Now get over here,” he said, heading to a small loveseat along one wall.
Reluctantly, she shuffled over. When she wasn’t even partway there, he reached out with his ten-foot-long arm, grabbed her and yanked her towards him. Her pants were down around her ankles in a flash.
Zane shifted her so she was in his perfect target range. He lifted a knee, causing her to bend over some and let her have it.
She shrieked. Then stuck her fist in her mouth. He swatted her again, even harder. She squealed deep in her throat. He picked up his torturous rhythm, incinerating her buns. She had no idea how loud her spankings were. Normally, she deafened herself by the sounds of her own cries. But now, her inner screams weren’t dampening the sounds of the incredibly hard smacks to her tender and sore behind. The thunderous slaps echoed off the painted walls and cement floor, she was sure everyone backstage could hear them.
Of course, the noise was the least of her problems. Zane was barbecuing her already super sore ass. This was the worst of the worst. She already couldn’t sit, this was pure agony. And he was sure to be thorough. He spanked the tops of her buns down to the bottom where he worked her sit spots until she couldn’t hold it in any longer. She took her fist out of her mouth and let out a howl.
She thought she heard laughter outside the door, but since all of her energy was focused on pain control, it didn’t really register.
“You knew better!” Zane yelled, furious. He laid down a speed-metal percussion on her ass that made her nearly lose her mind. She bellowed.
He spanked every inch of her tender buns and upper thighs. Tears streamed down her face, she cried and didn’t care who heard her. This was horrible.
After another horrible assault on her sit spots, Zane stopped. She sobbed uncontrollably. This was all so unfair!
He picked her up, set her on her feet and pulled up her pants. When he pulled the material past her blazing buns, she shrieked again. He zipped up her pants and glared down at her.
Pointing down at her, he said, “You stop all this. Now. You stop, you hear me?”
“But it wasn’t my fault!” she cried.
His green gaze glowed with fury. “Do you want to be spanked again?”
“Okay, okay, so it was my fault. But I didn’t mean to ruin your show.”
“You didn’t. I’m sure our review will make all the newsmagazines, thanks to you. But you almost died, again, Lila. That’s twice in twenty-four hours. That’s insane, even for you. You listen to me, you obey me and you don’t ever go against me again. You hear?”
“Yes… sir…”
“Good. Jesus, woman. You are gonna be the death of me. I look up, here you are, appearing out of a cloud of smoke, sailin’ down at me, holdin’ on to that backdrop. I could—no, strike that. I could believe it. Too well. Honey, you have to stop.”
“I will, I will. I’m sorry.”
“No more climbing of anything for three months, you hear me? Not even a ladder to change a light bulb. No climbing walls, no nothing. You are grounded and in big trouble with me. Double trouble. Triple trouble. And I may just spank you tomorrow and the next day and the next day. As many days as I see fit.”
His hardass expression suddenly broke. Anguish showed in his green eyes. The look broke her heart. “Please, Lila. Just stay alive for me, honey, will ya? Just stay alive?”
She fell into his arms, sobbing again. “I’m sorry, Zane. I love you so much, I’m sorry.”
He crushed her in a hug. “I love you too, baby. So much.” He kissed her. His kiss turned lustful. He pushed her up against the wall and unzipped her jeans. “I have to have you,” he said into her mouth, He pulled away and tore off her pants—again causing a ripple of pain from her ass. But at this point, she didn’t care. He had his pants down and was inside her, fast. She yelled, only this time with joy.
He pumped her hard; she slammed against the wall, making a ton of noise. Zane took her fiercely; she relished in his power and catapulted into orgasm after orgasm. He quickened his pace, she screamed, he joined her and they both climaxed together.
They fell to the couch afterwards, breathing hard and clinging to each other.
“I love you, Zane.”
“I love you more, baby.”
“We love you too, Zane!” came the taunts of his band mates right outside the door. They heard everything! How embarrassing!
“Go to hell!” Zane yelled.
Uproarious laughter. The guys pounded on the door and then left, laughing the whole way.
Lila felt her face flush. “That was embarrassing.”
“Ignore them, think about me,” he said, kissing her.
“Okay,” she said into his mouth.
He wrapped his arms around her and she knew she was forgiven. While her behavior wouldn’t soon be forgotten, at least she was forgiven. God, she loved her man.
© 2010, Michelle Carlyle
Friday, July 23, 2010
Rigged For A Spanking, Part Three
Hello Spanky People!
The pinball exposition I attended last weekend was tremendously fun! California Extreme, better known as the Nerd Convention, took place in a huge hotel ballroom filled with a hundred pinball machines plus about two hundred video arcade games. I played for so long, it hurt to type on Monday. But I had SO MUCH FUN!!! I loooooove pinball.
The people watching was interesting. The main group looked remarkably similar. The attendees wore black t-shirts with some obscure reference to an old video game and jeans, mainly. But they were people who don’t see a lot of daylight. People who have more power in their fingers than in their arms and legs. People who like computers. A lot. Round people.
Then there were the really weird people. While I do not consider myself normal by any stretch of the imagination, there’s weird and then there’s WEIRD. Like the skinny blond guy in a “Utilikilt” and a Mohawk. Yes, a kilt. But it was part tool belt which I think he thought made the garment manly. It didn’t. However, I’m glad there’s weird people wandering around in Utilikilts. Or else I wouldn’t have anyone to pick on. Bad, bad Michelle. Guess who needs a spanking?
Speaking of which, I got a great one last night. After he royally fucked me, he royally spanked me which made me come about three more times. Spankings are so awesome after sex. Love all those bonus climaxes. It helps that my husband is an amazing lover. That man can fuck. And we fit so well. Like two pieces of a puzzle. I’ve had sex with eleven (or twelve…I can’t remember one dude, but I was sure I’d hit a dozen before marriage) men and none of them fit but my husband. None of them could give me an orgasm from screwing. I couldn’t figure out why women did it. Then I slept with Hubby and WOW! Damn, that was surprising. Completely unexpected. I didn’t know what was happening, all I knew was that I never wanted it to stop. And now 23 years later, he’s still sending me to the moon.
And thank God, or I’m not sure I would have gone into writing erotica. And writing this stuff is a lot of fun.
Even more fun is sharing it. I really appreciate you guys, all my loyal readers. I love entertaining people. And I’m glad most of you come back here week after week to see what I’ve posted. Makes me happy. And grateful.
So thanks today to all my spanky friends! You rock!
Next week I’ll post the conclusion of Rigged for a Spanking and after that, who knows what the hell I’ll print here, but hopefully, you’ll like it.
Hugs and love to you all,
Michelle
“Have you seen Lila?” Zane asked.
“Sure. I took her up above with me to check stuff out and escorted her back down. Last I saw, she was trottin’ off to the bathroom. No worries, Zane.”
Zane breathed a sigh of relief. Then he caught the line about being “above” somewhere. “Where? Above, where?”
“Chill, everything was fine.”
“You took her up above the stage to the grid?!” Zane yelled.
The guys in the room all busted up laughing.
Zane was fit to be tied. “Are you nuts?”
Rabbit didn’t even blink an eye. “You rather have her find her way up there alone or have me be with her the whole time?”
Zane felt stupid. “I—oh. I see your point. Thank you, Rabbit. Sorry for yelling.”
“I can see why she makes ya yell. But she’s a good girl. Really, she is.”
“I know.”
“Okay, get ready men, its time to entertain the masses,” Rabbit said and left.
Zane went on, relieved. She was fine. Even though he wished he would have seen her for himself.
Lila was pissed, struggling to free her pant leg from a piece of rigging right on the edge of the grid, perilously close to the hundred-foot drop to the stage. When Rabbit took her above the stage into “the grid”—where there were giant horizontal beams from which hung all the mechanisms for the curtains and backdrops—she’d accidentally left her pocketknife on a little ledge. Rabbit wanted to fix something and didn’t have his knife with him, so she lent him hers. He handed it back and she set it down for a moment because she was wrestling with a button on her shirt. She followed Rabbit back down the ladder, he left and she remembered her knife. So she climbed back up, retrieved it and on the way out, the show started, a curtain moved and her pants got caught in a massive pulley.
This was so ridiculous. She sat down on two rafters of the grid. Through the gaps, she could see the top of Zane’s head way down below her. She got out her knife and reached down to cut the pant leg off the pulley. The rigging moved again, her pants leg twisted around the pulley, jerking her leg. She dropped the knife, it bounced off the beam next to her, then slipped through the gap.
Oh, God, she was going to stab her husband! She looked down frantically, he had moved and a set piece was sliding into place. She didn’t see where the knife went, but she watched and no one screamed. Whew!
The rigging was pulled again, her pants were twisted in the pulley and began to come off.
This was crazy! The music was too loud; no one knew she was up there. Seeing no other way out, she unzipped her jeans and pushed them off. They got caught on her boots. Christ! She kicked and wrestled with her jeans, but couldn’t get the pant legs over the boots. The pants were getting totally twisted into the rigging, she kept being pulled closer and closer to the edge. This was not happening.
The lights went off below her, then an explosion and she was suddenly engulfed in a cloud of smoke. Without warning, she was yanked off the platform and fell headlong towards the stage. She jerked to a stop, hanging upside down like a bat, her pants still caught in the rigging. She swung a bit and stared down at the stage below in horror. She was going to die! She was still behind the curtains so no one could see her. She had no idea what she was going to do.
She didn’t have long to think. The pulley moved, releasing her pants somewhat, she screamed and almost fell. She reached out wildly and caught hold of a backdrop in front of her. Just as she grabbed the large canvas sheet, her pants came off the pulley, her feet were released. Her body swung down, she gripped hold of the canvas with all her might. She figured she’d just slide down the edge of the backdrop.
The backdrop suddenly moved one way, she went another with the material still in her hands. It ripped. Screaming, Lila found herself clinging to a piece of the giant canvas as it ripped and took her diagonally downwards towards the stage.
The crowd came into view as Lila sailed like Tarzan down across the stage, fast, heading towards the audience, her pants wrapped around her ankles. The band members were standing on large set pieces and one by one, they saw her. And just in time. Snark ducked one way, Joey another, Zane dove for the floor. Luckily, she wasn’t near the drummer, Jimmy. Right when she passed the set and was about ten feet above the stage, the material snagged on something, it ripped out of her hands, she kept going and knocked over a huge stand of speakers before crashing to the floor, taking out two roadies in the process.
Lila was in a tangle of power cords, speakers and arms, legs and groaning bodies. The music stopped. Everything stopped. The crowd cheered.
Zane’s voice boomed throughout the venue. “Everyone, I’d like you to meet my wife, Lila. She’s trying out for the upcoming movie, Spiderwoman Four.”
The crowd erupted in laughter. But Lila knew Zane was not nearly as amused as he appeared. Damn it! Her ass was already bruised to hell. This was so not fair!
©2010, Michelle Carlyle
*Just realized I was putting the old copyright on my blog posts and that it makes no sense. I rewrite the stories before I post them anyway. Sometimes the holes in my logic frighten me when I finally discover them. I'm glad it's Friday.
The pinball exposition I attended last weekend was tremendously fun! California Extreme, better known as the Nerd Convention, took place in a huge hotel ballroom filled with a hundred pinball machines plus about two hundred video arcade games. I played for so long, it hurt to type on Monday. But I had SO MUCH FUN!!! I loooooove pinball.
The people watching was interesting. The main group looked remarkably similar. The attendees wore black t-shirts with some obscure reference to an old video game and jeans, mainly. But they were people who don’t see a lot of daylight. People who have more power in their fingers than in their arms and legs. People who like computers. A lot. Round people.
Then there were the really weird people. While I do not consider myself normal by any stretch of the imagination, there’s weird and then there’s WEIRD. Like the skinny blond guy in a “Utilikilt” and a Mohawk. Yes, a kilt. But it was part tool belt which I think he thought made the garment manly. It didn’t. However, I’m glad there’s weird people wandering around in Utilikilts. Or else I wouldn’t have anyone to pick on. Bad, bad Michelle. Guess who needs a spanking?
Speaking of which, I got a great one last night. After he royally fucked me, he royally spanked me which made me come about three more times. Spankings are so awesome after sex. Love all those bonus climaxes. It helps that my husband is an amazing lover. That man can fuck. And we fit so well. Like two pieces of a puzzle. I’ve had sex with eleven (or twelve…I can’t remember one dude, but I was sure I’d hit a dozen before marriage) men and none of them fit but my husband. None of them could give me an orgasm from screwing. I couldn’t figure out why women did it. Then I slept with Hubby and WOW! Damn, that was surprising. Completely unexpected. I didn’t know what was happening, all I knew was that I never wanted it to stop. And now 23 years later, he’s still sending me to the moon.
And thank God, or I’m not sure I would have gone into writing erotica. And writing this stuff is a lot of fun.
Even more fun is sharing it. I really appreciate you guys, all my loyal readers. I love entertaining people. And I’m glad most of you come back here week after week to see what I’ve posted. Makes me happy. And grateful.
So thanks today to all my spanky friends! You rock!
Next week I’ll post the conclusion of Rigged for a Spanking and after that, who knows what the hell I’ll print here, but hopefully, you’ll like it.
Hugs and love to you all,
Michelle
“Have you seen Lila?” Zane asked.
“Sure. I took her up above with me to check stuff out and escorted her back down. Last I saw, she was trottin’ off to the bathroom. No worries, Zane.”
Zane breathed a sigh of relief. Then he caught the line about being “above” somewhere. “Where? Above, where?”
“Chill, everything was fine.”
“You took her up above the stage to the grid?!” Zane yelled.
The guys in the room all busted up laughing.
Zane was fit to be tied. “Are you nuts?”
Rabbit didn’t even blink an eye. “You rather have her find her way up there alone or have me be with her the whole time?”
Zane felt stupid. “I—oh. I see your point. Thank you, Rabbit. Sorry for yelling.”
“I can see why she makes ya yell. But she’s a good girl. Really, she is.”
“I know.”
“Okay, get ready men, its time to entertain the masses,” Rabbit said and left.
Zane went on, relieved. She was fine. Even though he wished he would have seen her for himself.
Lila was pissed, struggling to free her pant leg from a piece of rigging right on the edge of the grid, perilously close to the hundred-foot drop to the stage. When Rabbit took her above the stage into “the grid”—where there were giant horizontal beams from which hung all the mechanisms for the curtains and backdrops—she’d accidentally left her pocketknife on a little ledge. Rabbit wanted to fix something and didn’t have his knife with him, so she lent him hers. He handed it back and she set it down for a moment because she was wrestling with a button on her shirt. She followed Rabbit back down the ladder, he left and she remembered her knife. So she climbed back up, retrieved it and on the way out, the show started, a curtain moved and her pants got caught in a massive pulley.
This was so ridiculous. She sat down on two rafters of the grid. Through the gaps, she could see the top of Zane’s head way down below her. She got out her knife and reached down to cut the pant leg off the pulley. The rigging moved again, her pants leg twisted around the pulley, jerking her leg. She dropped the knife, it bounced off the beam next to her, then slipped through the gap.
Oh, God, she was going to stab her husband! She looked down frantically, he had moved and a set piece was sliding into place. She didn’t see where the knife went, but she watched and no one screamed. Whew!
The rigging was pulled again, her pants were twisted in the pulley and began to come off.
This was crazy! The music was too loud; no one knew she was up there. Seeing no other way out, she unzipped her jeans and pushed them off. They got caught on her boots. Christ! She kicked and wrestled with her jeans, but couldn’t get the pant legs over the boots. The pants were getting totally twisted into the rigging, she kept being pulled closer and closer to the edge. This was not happening.
The lights went off below her, then an explosion and she was suddenly engulfed in a cloud of smoke. Without warning, she was yanked off the platform and fell headlong towards the stage. She jerked to a stop, hanging upside down like a bat, her pants still caught in the rigging. She swung a bit and stared down at the stage below in horror. She was going to die! She was still behind the curtains so no one could see her. She had no idea what she was going to do.
She didn’t have long to think. The pulley moved, releasing her pants somewhat, she screamed and almost fell. She reached out wildly and caught hold of a backdrop in front of her. Just as she grabbed the large canvas sheet, her pants came off the pulley, her feet were released. Her body swung down, she gripped hold of the canvas with all her might. She figured she’d just slide down the edge of the backdrop.
The backdrop suddenly moved one way, she went another with the material still in her hands. It ripped. Screaming, Lila found herself clinging to a piece of the giant canvas as it ripped and took her diagonally downwards towards the stage.
The crowd came into view as Lila sailed like Tarzan down across the stage, fast, heading towards the audience, her pants wrapped around her ankles. The band members were standing on large set pieces and one by one, they saw her. And just in time. Snark ducked one way, Joey another, Zane dove for the floor. Luckily, she wasn’t near the drummer, Jimmy. Right when she passed the set and was about ten feet above the stage, the material snagged on something, it ripped out of her hands, she kept going and knocked over a huge stand of speakers before crashing to the floor, taking out two roadies in the process.
Lila was in a tangle of power cords, speakers and arms, legs and groaning bodies. The music stopped. Everything stopped. The crowd cheered.
Zane’s voice boomed throughout the venue. “Everyone, I’d like you to meet my wife, Lila. She’s trying out for the upcoming movie, Spiderwoman Four.”
The crowd erupted in laughter. But Lila knew Zane was not nearly as amused as he appeared. Damn it! Her ass was already bruised to hell. This was so not fair!
©2010, Michelle Carlyle
*Just realized I was putting the old copyright on my blog posts and that it makes no sense. I rewrite the stories before I post them anyway. Sometimes the holes in my logic frighten me when I finally discover them. I'm glad it's Friday.
Friday, July 16, 2010
Rigged For A Spanking, Part Two
Helloooooooooooo Out There In Spanky Cyberspace!!!!
It’s FRIDAY!!!! Whoo-hoo!!!! I am going to play pinball all weekend!!! Yayyyyy! Pinball! Once a year, a group of pinball machine collectors and video game collectors gather in San Jose to put on California Extreme, an videogame/pinball exposition/party. All the collectors bring their machines, put them on free play and for 35 bucks a day or 65 bucks for the weekend, you get to play all these marvelous machines from the 20s through to now. Soooo cool! Even though we’re not far from there, we stay in the hotel so we can take breaks. I can only take a couple hours of pinball at a time (it is soooo loud in that giant room) and then my eyes go buggy and my heart can’t take the stress (I’m very competitive and get very angry when I lose). So Hubby and I go to the bar, have a couple drinks, go to the room, play a different game (YAY! Hotel sex!!!) and then return to play more pinball. We have one machine at home, a Star Trek Next Generation pinball, but it is so fun to play hundreds of different games. We’ve gone the last six years in a row and we can’t wait.
Okie-dokie, so here is the next installment of Rigged for a Spanking, soon to be found in my upcoming release Hanky Spanky. I think I need to have my husband spank me because I’ve been neglecting the editing of Hanky Spanky and should have the sucker out there, but writing my other novels is sooo much more compelling. I love writing. I hate editing. Yes, I will give myself a deadline and if I don’t make it, I’ll have him spank me. Hard. That should do it. I need motivation! Ooo, and the threat of a hard spanking is a total turn-on. Which is counter-motivating, but who cares? Hard spanking followed by a hard fucking. Now I like the sound of THAT!
And I’d like to thank all my regulars who’ve been coming by to check out my work and I’d like to thank all the new people for subscribing to my blog. You guys are great! A while back I was getting two thousand hits a month here regularly and just recently checked to see how many of you wonderful people were reading my work and I was floored. 5500 hits a month? Wowza! I am so stoked.
You guys make me so happy!!! I love to share my work!!!
Have a great weekend and I’ll see you back here next week!
Hugs and love,
Michelle
“Do you want to eat something?” Zane asked Lila. “I was just gonna order room service.”
“Sure, when do you have to get to the show?”
“What time is it?” He found the clock. “Oh, man, it’s already five? Where has the time gone?”
“We screwed all day, that’s where it went.”
He grinned and kissed her nose. “I guess. I was having so much fun, I lost track of time. I have to get there by seven. Show starts at eight. But it’s all set up from last night. Just some last checks and we’re ready to go.”
“Can I come down there and watch you?”
“Sure baby. Ooo, let’s have sex in my dressing room,” he said, squeezing her.
She giggled. “For a forty-four year old man, you sure have stamina. We’ve already done it three times today.”
“Four’s a charm,” he said, kissing her breast. “Or is it five?” he asked with an evil grin her way.
“You are insatiable.”
He pointed at himself. “That’s me. The insatiable rocker.”
“You’re totally living up to your reputation. Only you’re screwing one woman instead of a hundred.”
“Yeah, and I’m having much more fun. You are the most fun I’ve ever had in bed, woman. Ever.”
“I suppose that’s quite a compliment given your hedonistic first forty-three years.”
“You bet it is.” There was a pause. “Does my past bother you?”
“Yes. But you wouldn’t like my sexual history, either.”
She felt his body stiffen. “Uh, yeah. I mean, no. Let’s move on to… us.” He kissed her.
Lila had never ventured outside the dressing room of Zane’s performance venues before. Of course, she’d only gone to one. She loved his music, but the man was so busy when he was working, she got no time with him. The whole rock-and-roll scene—the crowds, fans, craziness and noise—it was too intense for her. She preferred working; both on her photo business and on her art photography. But since she was on vacation and had nothing to do, she decided to take backstage photos of the band, the show and the crew.
She was awed by how much equipment, staging, rigging and sets the band hauled around with them. Their set was elaborate with many backdrops, scrims, and set pieces. They had large backdrops they flew in, large set pieces that moved. Very theatrical. Zane said they modified the show depending on the venue. But this one in Boston was really high tech, so they could shoot the works. Fascinating.
And dangerous. Some of the set pieces weighed a lot, when they moved, they could crush someone if they were in the wrong place at the wrong time. They had tight security backstage to make sure no one got hurt. And of course, due to Lila’s new reputation, the stagehands watched her like a hawk. Almost everyone she encountered warned her. It was really annoying.
Luckily, Zane’s stage manager was the coolest man in the universe. Tall, gangly, funny and witty, Rabbit (she never did find out why he was called that and what his real name was) had taken a shining to her. About fifty, he’d run shows for so many famous bands, it was incredible his breadth of knowledge and expertise. And nothing bothered him. Easygoing country boy. Everyone loved him.
After Lila had been shooed away from a large set piece, Rabbit came up to her. “Hey, girl, everyone pickin’ on ya?”
“Yeah. I do deserve it.”
“No ya don’t. You handled yourself well last night.”
“Oh, please. Don’t let Zane hear you say that.”
“You didn’t die, did you?”
“No.”
“Then you handled it perfect.”
“I love you.”
He beamed. “Thought you might wanna check out the rigging up above the stage on the grid,” he said, pointing towards the ceiling. “I gotta go up and inspect the work the boys did, thought you might want to take a nice climb up about a hundred feet.”
Lila squealed with delight and jumped up and down.
Rabbit burst out laughing. “I’ll take that as a yes.” He gestured towards the back of the stage. “Come on, the ladder is over here.”
“Cool!” Lila scampered after him, more excited than ever.
Zane walked into the green room, where his band mates were preparing for the show in their usual ways. Snark and Joey were doing shots of whiskey, Jimmy was asleep on a couch.
“You guys seen Lila?” he asked.
“Nope,” Snark said. “Uh, oh.”
Zane glared at him. “Shut up. I just wanted to see her before I went on. Probably in the bathroom or somethin’. It’s not like I’m worried.”
Snark nodded in an exaggerated way. “Oh, sure. I wouldn’t be, either.”
“Will you shut up?” Zane fired back. But he wasn’t really mad at Snark. The guys always busted each other’s balls.
Without opening his eyes, Jimmy said, “Did ya check the outside of the building?”
The other guys broke up laughing.
Zane couldn’t help but join them. “Its not freakin’ funny. Yet. I know maybe…oh, hell it won’t. The idiot almost died!”
Joey gestured towards him with a beer. “I wouldn’t worry about her, Zane. She’s got an amazing sense of self-preservation.”
“I’m not worried. I just wanted to see my wife.”
Snark said, “And make sure she’s not hangin’ above the stage, clinging to the rigging.”
“Thanks, Snark. That was exactly the picture I needed stuck in my head.”
“I’m always here for ya, pal.”
Zane smirked at him. And tried not to worry. But he was worried. He was starting to get a sixth sense about the girl. He knew when she was in trouble. And for some reason, he was nearly sure she was in danger.
Rabbit came in right then. “Fifteen minutes, guys. I’ll give you a ten and then it’s Places.”
“Thanks, Dad,” said Snark.
“Have you seen Lila?” Zane asked.
“Sure. I took her up above with me to check stuff out and escorted her back down. Last I saw, she was trottin’ off to the bathroom. No worries, Zane.”
Zane breathed a sigh of relief. Then he caught the line about being “above” somewhere. “Where? Above, where?”
“Chill, everything was fine.”
“You took her up above the stage to the grid?!” Zane yelled.
©2007, Michelle Carlyle
It’s FRIDAY!!!! Whoo-hoo!!!! I am going to play pinball all weekend!!! Yayyyyy! Pinball! Once a year, a group of pinball machine collectors and video game collectors gather in San Jose to put on California Extreme, an videogame/pinball exposition/party. All the collectors bring their machines, put them on free play and for 35 bucks a day or 65 bucks for the weekend, you get to play all these marvelous machines from the 20s through to now. Soooo cool! Even though we’re not far from there, we stay in the hotel so we can take breaks. I can only take a couple hours of pinball at a time (it is soooo loud in that giant room) and then my eyes go buggy and my heart can’t take the stress (I’m very competitive and get very angry when I lose). So Hubby and I go to the bar, have a couple drinks, go to the room, play a different game (YAY! Hotel sex!!!) and then return to play more pinball. We have one machine at home, a Star Trek Next Generation pinball, but it is so fun to play hundreds of different games. We’ve gone the last six years in a row and we can’t wait.
Okie-dokie, so here is the next installment of Rigged for a Spanking, soon to be found in my upcoming release Hanky Spanky. I think I need to have my husband spank me because I’ve been neglecting the editing of Hanky Spanky and should have the sucker out there, but writing my other novels is sooo much more compelling. I love writing. I hate editing. Yes, I will give myself a deadline and if I don’t make it, I’ll have him spank me. Hard. That should do it. I need motivation! Ooo, and the threat of a hard spanking is a total turn-on. Which is counter-motivating, but who cares? Hard spanking followed by a hard fucking. Now I like the sound of THAT!
And I’d like to thank all my regulars who’ve been coming by to check out my work and I’d like to thank all the new people for subscribing to my blog. You guys are great! A while back I was getting two thousand hits a month here regularly and just recently checked to see how many of you wonderful people were reading my work and I was floored. 5500 hits a month? Wowza! I am so stoked.
You guys make me so happy!!! I love to share my work!!!
Have a great weekend and I’ll see you back here next week!
Hugs and love,
Michelle
“Do you want to eat something?” Zane asked Lila. “I was just gonna order room service.”
“Sure, when do you have to get to the show?”
“What time is it?” He found the clock. “Oh, man, it’s already five? Where has the time gone?”
“We screwed all day, that’s where it went.”
He grinned and kissed her nose. “I guess. I was having so much fun, I lost track of time. I have to get there by seven. Show starts at eight. But it’s all set up from last night. Just some last checks and we’re ready to go.”
“Can I come down there and watch you?”
“Sure baby. Ooo, let’s have sex in my dressing room,” he said, squeezing her.
She giggled. “For a forty-four year old man, you sure have stamina. We’ve already done it three times today.”
“Four’s a charm,” he said, kissing her breast. “Or is it five?” he asked with an evil grin her way.
“You are insatiable.”
He pointed at himself. “That’s me. The insatiable rocker.”
“You’re totally living up to your reputation. Only you’re screwing one woman instead of a hundred.”
“Yeah, and I’m having much more fun. You are the most fun I’ve ever had in bed, woman. Ever.”
“I suppose that’s quite a compliment given your hedonistic first forty-three years.”
“You bet it is.” There was a pause. “Does my past bother you?”
“Yes. But you wouldn’t like my sexual history, either.”
She felt his body stiffen. “Uh, yeah. I mean, no. Let’s move on to… us.” He kissed her.
Lila had never ventured outside the dressing room of Zane’s performance venues before. Of course, she’d only gone to one. She loved his music, but the man was so busy when he was working, she got no time with him. The whole rock-and-roll scene—the crowds, fans, craziness and noise—it was too intense for her. She preferred working; both on her photo business and on her art photography. But since she was on vacation and had nothing to do, she decided to take backstage photos of the band, the show and the crew.
She was awed by how much equipment, staging, rigging and sets the band hauled around with them. Their set was elaborate with many backdrops, scrims, and set pieces. They had large backdrops they flew in, large set pieces that moved. Very theatrical. Zane said they modified the show depending on the venue. But this one in Boston was really high tech, so they could shoot the works. Fascinating.
And dangerous. Some of the set pieces weighed a lot, when they moved, they could crush someone if they were in the wrong place at the wrong time. They had tight security backstage to make sure no one got hurt. And of course, due to Lila’s new reputation, the stagehands watched her like a hawk. Almost everyone she encountered warned her. It was really annoying.
Luckily, Zane’s stage manager was the coolest man in the universe. Tall, gangly, funny and witty, Rabbit (she never did find out why he was called that and what his real name was) had taken a shining to her. About fifty, he’d run shows for so many famous bands, it was incredible his breadth of knowledge and expertise. And nothing bothered him. Easygoing country boy. Everyone loved him.
After Lila had been shooed away from a large set piece, Rabbit came up to her. “Hey, girl, everyone pickin’ on ya?”
“Yeah. I do deserve it.”
“No ya don’t. You handled yourself well last night.”
“Oh, please. Don’t let Zane hear you say that.”
“You didn’t die, did you?”
“No.”
“Then you handled it perfect.”
“I love you.”
He beamed. “Thought you might wanna check out the rigging up above the stage on the grid,” he said, pointing towards the ceiling. “I gotta go up and inspect the work the boys did, thought you might want to take a nice climb up about a hundred feet.”
Lila squealed with delight and jumped up and down.
Rabbit burst out laughing. “I’ll take that as a yes.” He gestured towards the back of the stage. “Come on, the ladder is over here.”
“Cool!” Lila scampered after him, more excited than ever.
Zane walked into the green room, where his band mates were preparing for the show in their usual ways. Snark and Joey were doing shots of whiskey, Jimmy was asleep on a couch.
“You guys seen Lila?” he asked.
“Nope,” Snark said. “Uh, oh.”
Zane glared at him. “Shut up. I just wanted to see her before I went on. Probably in the bathroom or somethin’. It’s not like I’m worried.”
Snark nodded in an exaggerated way. “Oh, sure. I wouldn’t be, either.”
“Will you shut up?” Zane fired back. But he wasn’t really mad at Snark. The guys always busted each other’s balls.
Without opening his eyes, Jimmy said, “Did ya check the outside of the building?”
The other guys broke up laughing.
Zane couldn’t help but join them. “Its not freakin’ funny. Yet. I know maybe…oh, hell it won’t. The idiot almost died!”
Joey gestured towards him with a beer. “I wouldn’t worry about her, Zane. She’s got an amazing sense of self-preservation.”
“I’m not worried. I just wanted to see my wife.”
Snark said, “And make sure she’s not hangin’ above the stage, clinging to the rigging.”
“Thanks, Snark. That was exactly the picture I needed stuck in my head.”
“I’m always here for ya, pal.”
Zane smirked at him. And tried not to worry. But he was worried. He was starting to get a sixth sense about the girl. He knew when she was in trouble. And for some reason, he was nearly sure she was in danger.
Rabbit came in right then. “Fifteen minutes, guys. I’ll give you a ten and then it’s Places.”
“Thanks, Dad,” said Snark.
“Have you seen Lila?” Zane asked.
“Sure. I took her up above with me to check stuff out and escorted her back down. Last I saw, she was trottin’ off to the bathroom. No worries, Zane.”
Zane breathed a sigh of relief. Then he caught the line about being “above” somewhere. “Where? Above, where?”
“Chill, everything was fine.”
“You took her up above the stage to the grid?!” Zane yelled.
©2007, Michelle Carlyle
Friday, July 9, 2010
Rigged For A Spanking
Spanky Humans!!!
Dear God, I am tired. Hubby and I had massive sex last night and when I’m having massive sex, I normally like to sip (read: guzzle) alcoholic beverages throughout. Usually because I’m screaming so much, my throat needs the help. And all those hormones are raging and I’m having so much fun, I have no idea what I’m drinking and soon I realize that I hit the three-drink mark and then I’m screwed, no pun intended. Three=tired and not very good sleep. But I shouldn’t complain. It was worth it!!!! Whoo-hooooo!
And I think I had some port, too. No wonder my walk was a lot less pleasurable this AM.
Oh, well, I’ll drink a boatload of tea and water and will be fine tonight when Hubby returns home to the sex nest. Whoo-hoo!!! Weeeeeeeekennnnnddddd!
So weird. This Saturday is the anniversary of when I lost my virginity, 32 years ago. And completely unplanned, the man who did the job happens to be coming to dinner. I just realized that. I was like, “Hmmm, July 10. That rings a bell.” Then it hit me. Then I realized that he and his wife were coming over. I don’t think I’ll mention it. Either that or after a few drinks, I’ll casually mention to him, “Hey, you have something of mine you took 32 years ago today and I want it back.” HEEEEE! Poor guy. He’d cough and sputter and turn red. But I wouldn’t say it in front of my husband or his wife. Talk about a conversation stopper.
Why do women remember dates so well? Maybe it’s just me. Does anyone else know the day they lost their virginity? Or am I crazy? I’d love to hear from you guys on the subject. Do you remember when you lost your virginity? And do you still know where your old lover is? I’d love to know.
Here’s a new story for you, Rigged for a Spanking, a continuance of the Lila and Zane saga soon to be found in my upcoming release, Hanky Spanky.
Love to all you great people out there,
Michelle
Lila lay naked on her stomach watching television in her hotel room. She and her rock star husband Zane had just made love, he went off to take a shower and she turned on the tube. But she wasn’t watching just any show, she was watching herself. The news was on and she was the star of the show. She watched as she clung to the side of the hotel, about a hundred feet up while the rescue workers tried to help her. She hadn’t realized how utterly stupid it was until that moment. It was amazing what tequila did to her. She remembered thinking it was no big deal. But she easily could have died. She watched as the police and firemen saved her. The scene cut to a shot of Zane’s publicist giving an update about “Mrs. Black’s health” reporting that Lila was fine and has no more plans to climb anything.
The reporter finished by saying Lila was out on bail, but all the charges had been dropped by the hotel. Mrs. Black would probably have to pay a fine, but would serve no jail time for the “stunt.” The newslady wondered if the circus had any job openings for Mrs. Black. Hardy-har-har.
Lila suddenly jumped and shrieked with pain. Zane had snuck up on her and spanked her a good one across her very sore buns.
“Ow!” she said, rubbing her very sore behind. “Zane, you already spanked me.”
Her longhaired rocker husband furrowed his dark brow at her, his green gaze searing hers. “Not enough. What are you doing watching yourself on TV?”
She shrugged. “I can’t help it, I’m everywhere.”
Zane jumped onto the bed, pinned her to the mattress and laid several more spanks on her bruised rear. She tried to get away, but it was useless. Not only was he monstrously sized—six seven and two-hundred-and-seventy-five pounds of solid muscle—he was amazingly adept at wrestling. She never stood a chance with him.
She cried out and tried to fight him, but he had her right where he wanted her. Now laughing, he spanked her blazing buns with gusto.
“Stop it! I already paid! Owwww! Zane, stop!”
“You haven’t paid nearly enough for almost killing yourself and getting all this stupid publicity,” he told her, spanking each bun in turn. He was hurting her, but not hitting her nearly as hard as earlier that day.
He stopped spanking her, flipped her over onto her back and kissed her, hard. Angry, she tried to push him away, but he grabbed her arms and pinned them above her head. He began chewing on her neck. She squealed and tried to get away, but he had her.
Grinning down at her, he maneuvered on top of her and began teasing her with this rock-hard tool. “Little girl is gonna get more than she bargained for.”
Her anger began to turn to lust. “You big butthead, get off me!”
“Did you say get off?” he said, dry-humping her. “Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah, she’s my baby!” he yelled, pretending to come. He laughed, let go of her wrists, lay down on top of her and hugged her.
“You’re crushing me,” she complained. She began tickling him.
He chuckled, spread her legs with his knees and entered her suddenly. He pretended to be shocked. “How did that happen?” he asked. A lusty grin came over his handsome face. “I think I left something inside you, is it there?” he asked, thrusting into her.
She began to lose her train of thought.
“Or is it there?” He gave it to her good. “Or… there?” A big thrust.
The joking ended quickly, lust came to the foreground. She lifted her legs to give him better access. He groaned and threw himself into her, leaning down to kiss her while he rammed into her.
Overcome by his lovemaking, Lila screamed into his mouth, coming hard. Zane didn’t skip a beat, he powered into her straight on, and then did a circular motion with his amazing hips. Building quickly, she grabbed his steely buns and pulled him further inside.
He made some unintelligible sounds, she could tell by the glazed look in his eye, he was fighting coming. But she was gonna make him come. She lifted her hips and brought his head down so she could kiss him. She teased his lips with her tongue, grabbed his hips harder and yanked on him.
“No… Lila, don’t… I… can’t…” he begged, beginning to lose it.
She thrust her tongue into his mouth and moved against him faster. That was it. Zane’s eyes rolled back into his head and he let out a yell that could wake the dead as he slammed into her, climaxing.
His final thrusts sent her over the edge once more; she threw her head back against the pillows and yelled her fool head off, relishing every last motion of her husband.
He finally fell beside her, sweaty and laughing. He grabbed her and brought her to him, kissing her long, hard and deep. When he pulled away, he winked at her.
“Damn woman, I’ve never had sex like this in my life. Not this often and this much fun. You are such a perfect playmate. I’m so glad I married you.”
“I love you, Zane.”
“I love you, baby. So much. And even though I hate what you did when you first got here, I’m so glad you’re here with me. I missed you so much in the past two weeks. Felt like my heart was breaking the whole time. How long can you stay with us?”
“Another week or so.”
“Really?”
“Really, honey.”
Zane brightened up at the news of her staying the week, his green eyes lit with excitement and surprise. He embraced her, hard.
“Zane, I need to breathe,” she rasped.
“Sorry, baby,” he said, releasing her some. He kissed her again, she melted against the mattress.
“You can quit, you know,” he said.
“I know honey, you make the offer daily. I know how much you make.” He made ten to fifteen million a year. “And I’ll give you my same reply. It’s my business, I’ve worked so hard to build it up, I got a great rep with all those high-end advertising agencies, I got it made. Totally funds my art photography.”
“I can fund your art photography.”
“But half my work is inspired by hating the other stuff.”
He laughed. “You are freakin’ crazy, honey.”
“And your point?”
He grabbed her, hugged her and playfully chewed on her neck. She squealed.
©2007, Michelle Carlyle
(Note to readers: Normally I have a great cliff hanger here, but obviously not this week. But next week’s post will set up a very…um…interesting problem for Lila. So stay tuned!)
Dear God, I am tired. Hubby and I had massive sex last night and when I’m having massive sex, I normally like to sip (read: guzzle) alcoholic beverages throughout. Usually because I’m screaming so much, my throat needs the help. And all those hormones are raging and I’m having so much fun, I have no idea what I’m drinking and soon I realize that I hit the three-drink mark and then I’m screwed, no pun intended. Three=tired and not very good sleep. But I shouldn’t complain. It was worth it!!!! Whoo-hooooo!
And I think I had some port, too. No wonder my walk was a lot less pleasurable this AM.
Oh, well, I’ll drink a boatload of tea and water and will be fine tonight when Hubby returns home to the sex nest. Whoo-hoo!!! Weeeeeeeekennnnnddddd!
So weird. This Saturday is the anniversary of when I lost my virginity, 32 years ago. And completely unplanned, the man who did the job happens to be coming to dinner. I just realized that. I was like, “Hmmm, July 10. That rings a bell.” Then it hit me. Then I realized that he and his wife were coming over. I don’t think I’ll mention it. Either that or after a few drinks, I’ll casually mention to him, “Hey, you have something of mine you took 32 years ago today and I want it back.” HEEEEE! Poor guy. He’d cough and sputter and turn red. But I wouldn’t say it in front of my husband or his wife. Talk about a conversation stopper.
Why do women remember dates so well? Maybe it’s just me. Does anyone else know the day they lost their virginity? Or am I crazy? I’d love to hear from you guys on the subject. Do you remember when you lost your virginity? And do you still know where your old lover is? I’d love to know.
Here’s a new story for you, Rigged for a Spanking, a continuance of the Lila and Zane saga soon to be found in my upcoming release, Hanky Spanky.
Love to all you great people out there,
Michelle
Lila lay naked on her stomach watching television in her hotel room. She and her rock star husband Zane had just made love, he went off to take a shower and she turned on the tube. But she wasn’t watching just any show, she was watching herself. The news was on and she was the star of the show. She watched as she clung to the side of the hotel, about a hundred feet up while the rescue workers tried to help her. She hadn’t realized how utterly stupid it was until that moment. It was amazing what tequila did to her. She remembered thinking it was no big deal. But she easily could have died. She watched as the police and firemen saved her. The scene cut to a shot of Zane’s publicist giving an update about “Mrs. Black’s health” reporting that Lila was fine and has no more plans to climb anything.
The reporter finished by saying Lila was out on bail, but all the charges had been dropped by the hotel. Mrs. Black would probably have to pay a fine, but would serve no jail time for the “stunt.” The newslady wondered if the circus had any job openings for Mrs. Black. Hardy-har-har.
Lila suddenly jumped and shrieked with pain. Zane had snuck up on her and spanked her a good one across her very sore buns.
“Ow!” she said, rubbing her very sore behind. “Zane, you already spanked me.”
Her longhaired rocker husband furrowed his dark brow at her, his green gaze searing hers. “Not enough. What are you doing watching yourself on TV?”
She shrugged. “I can’t help it, I’m everywhere.”
Zane jumped onto the bed, pinned her to the mattress and laid several more spanks on her bruised rear. She tried to get away, but it was useless. Not only was he monstrously sized—six seven and two-hundred-and-seventy-five pounds of solid muscle—he was amazingly adept at wrestling. She never stood a chance with him.
She cried out and tried to fight him, but he had her right where he wanted her. Now laughing, he spanked her blazing buns with gusto.
“Stop it! I already paid! Owwww! Zane, stop!”
“You haven’t paid nearly enough for almost killing yourself and getting all this stupid publicity,” he told her, spanking each bun in turn. He was hurting her, but not hitting her nearly as hard as earlier that day.
He stopped spanking her, flipped her over onto her back and kissed her, hard. Angry, she tried to push him away, but he grabbed her arms and pinned them above her head. He began chewing on her neck. She squealed and tried to get away, but he had her.
Grinning down at her, he maneuvered on top of her and began teasing her with this rock-hard tool. “Little girl is gonna get more than she bargained for.”
Her anger began to turn to lust. “You big butthead, get off me!”
“Did you say get off?” he said, dry-humping her. “Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah, she’s my baby!” he yelled, pretending to come. He laughed, let go of her wrists, lay down on top of her and hugged her.
“You’re crushing me,” she complained. She began tickling him.
He chuckled, spread her legs with his knees and entered her suddenly. He pretended to be shocked. “How did that happen?” he asked. A lusty grin came over his handsome face. “I think I left something inside you, is it there?” he asked, thrusting into her.
She began to lose her train of thought.
“Or is it there?” He gave it to her good. “Or… there?” A big thrust.
The joking ended quickly, lust came to the foreground. She lifted her legs to give him better access. He groaned and threw himself into her, leaning down to kiss her while he rammed into her.
Overcome by his lovemaking, Lila screamed into his mouth, coming hard. Zane didn’t skip a beat, he powered into her straight on, and then did a circular motion with his amazing hips. Building quickly, she grabbed his steely buns and pulled him further inside.
He made some unintelligible sounds, she could tell by the glazed look in his eye, he was fighting coming. But she was gonna make him come. She lifted her hips and brought his head down so she could kiss him. She teased his lips with her tongue, grabbed his hips harder and yanked on him.
“No… Lila, don’t… I… can’t…” he begged, beginning to lose it.
She thrust her tongue into his mouth and moved against him faster. That was it. Zane’s eyes rolled back into his head and he let out a yell that could wake the dead as he slammed into her, climaxing.
His final thrusts sent her over the edge once more; she threw her head back against the pillows and yelled her fool head off, relishing every last motion of her husband.
He finally fell beside her, sweaty and laughing. He grabbed her and brought her to him, kissing her long, hard and deep. When he pulled away, he winked at her.
“Damn woman, I’ve never had sex like this in my life. Not this often and this much fun. You are such a perfect playmate. I’m so glad I married you.”
“I love you, Zane.”
“I love you, baby. So much. And even though I hate what you did when you first got here, I’m so glad you’re here with me. I missed you so much in the past two weeks. Felt like my heart was breaking the whole time. How long can you stay with us?”
“Another week or so.”
“Really?”
“Really, honey.”
Zane brightened up at the news of her staying the week, his green eyes lit with excitement and surprise. He embraced her, hard.
“Zane, I need to breathe,” she rasped.
“Sorry, baby,” he said, releasing her some. He kissed her again, she melted against the mattress.
“You can quit, you know,” he said.
“I know honey, you make the offer daily. I know how much you make.” He made ten to fifteen million a year. “And I’ll give you my same reply. It’s my business, I’ve worked so hard to build it up, I got a great rep with all those high-end advertising agencies, I got it made. Totally funds my art photography.”
“I can fund your art photography.”
“But half my work is inspired by hating the other stuff.”
He laughed. “You are freakin’ crazy, honey.”
“And your point?”
He grabbed her, hugged her and playfully chewed on her neck. She squealed.
©2007, Michelle Carlyle
(Note to readers: Normally I have a great cliff hanger here, but obviously not this week. But next week’s post will set up a very…um…interesting problem for Lila. So stay tuned!)
Friday, July 2, 2010
Within His Law, Conclusion
Hey Spanky Friends!!!
Whoo-hoo!!! Friday!!! Whoo-hoo!!! I got carded yesterday!!!! I was so stoked! The guy looked at my age and his eyebrows shot up. “Good for you, girl. Doin’ something right.” I looked down at the beer and chips I’d just bought and thought “Ahhh, my secret anti-aging weapons.” I still can’t believe it. I think I look fifty. Maybe it’s the pink hair. And the teenage boy clothes. And the Converse high tops. People always mistake me for a teenager. And then I take off my sunglasses. And they go “OMG! Imhotep in teenage clothing!” No. Thankfully, for some reason I’m not aging dramatically. Not like some of my friends who look like they drank a whole bottle of old.
Anyway, I was very happy. Dude made my whole day.
What are you guys doing for the 4th of July? For my readers in England, probably nothing! For my readers here in the US, I would assume barbecue, fireworks and beer is in your future. Hubby and I have made no plans because we just want to chill out. I think we’ll barbecue, but I mainly want to shovel some stuff out of my office because I’m all out of floor. I have a pathway to the door, but the rest of my office looks like a bomb went off. I’m looking at it now and am glad you can’t see it. Clearly cleaning is not a priority for me, but I’m in the Embarrassment Zone now. So I’ll probably do a bit of tidying.
Or I’ll sit in the sun in the backyard and read which sounds like much more fun.
But mostly I hope I get to fuck all weekend. Hubby better be prepared because I’m going to ATTACK him tomorrow. Wheeeeee!!!!
By the way, I dropped all the prices on my books. Seeing as we’re in a recession that seems unending, I thought I’d do my part and make my books more affordable for those who want them. Yay!!!! Cheaper books for my friends!!!!
Okay, so here’s the conclusion to Within His Law, soon to be found in Hanky Spanky.
Have a great weekend and see you all next week!!!
Michelle
The traffic was so bad because of Lila’s stunt, Zane couldn’t even get near the hotel. Finally, he jumped out and ran to the hotel. He saw the spotlight from a block away, up on the side of the building. And in the spotlight was a woman, clinging to the building. He screamed when he saw her. Of course, she couldn’t hear him, no one could over the din the crowd was making below her.
He rushed up in time to see her slip. He screamed again, only this time the whole crowd screamed with him. Finally, the firemen grabbed her. Zane almost wept with relief. He found the cops and explained who he was. A cop assured him it was a crazy fan, not his wife. Zane told him he wanted to see for himself. Luckily, the cop was a fan of his and finally escorted him upstairs.
When he saw his wife’s tear-streaked face, his heart nearly broke. She was shivering and miserable, crying. “Really, Zane Black is my husband,” she sobbed.
“Well, honey, you got your wish. You get to meet Zane Black,” the cop escorting him told her.
“She is my wife, officer,” Zane said.
The guy looked shocked. Every cop in the room turned and stared.
“She’s really your wife?” one stammered.
“Yeah.”
Lila saw him and shrieked and cried harder. He rushed to her side, she leapt up and nearly crushed him in a hug. “I’m sorry, I’m so sorry, honey.”
He wrapped his long arms around her. She was so cold, she felt like a Popsicle. “It’s okay, baby, it’s okay,” he said, kissing her on the cheek. She smelled like alcohol. He guessed four beers and two or three shots of tequila. Only tequila would make her climb a building in zero temperatures. Nevertheless, there was one part of her body that would get warmed up soon. Very warm. By the time he got through with her, her buns would be blazing hot.
“All I wanted to do was to surprise you,” she cried.
“Oh, you surprised me all right.”
Most of the cops laughed. “Yeah, gave him quite a surprise,” one said.
Lila said, “My jacket, a girl has it.”
He petted her head. “We’ll get that back, don’t worry.”
“I’m under arrest.”
“I’ll bet you are.”
A cop said, “We’ll try to make it fast down at the station, Mr. Black. But we have to take her in. She was on TV for God’s sake.”
Zane nodded. “I heard.”
“I was on what?” Lila demanded.
He sighed. “You’re a star, honey.”
Her eyes got big. “Oh, no. I’m sorry, Zane.”
“You will be when you get sobered up.”
She looked worried. “I’m in trouble, aren’t I?”
“Big, big trouble,” he said, kissing her fondly. He was so relieved, he wasn’t mad at her at all. But he would be later, and he knew it.
Lila woke up the next day and prayed it had all been a nightmare. But when she moved, her limbs were so sore, she knew it was the truth. Goddamn it! She couldn’t even imagine what kind of punishment she faced at the hands of her husband. It wouldn’t be pleasant, that was for sure.
Zane was already up. “Mornin’ daredevil girl.”
She winced. “I am in so much trouble.”
“You got that right.”
“When?”
He knew what she was talking about. “When am I going to spank you?”
“Yeah.”
“After you get up. After breakfast. That way you can think about it some.”
“There’s no way to beg my way out of this, is there?”
His jaw dropped slightly. “Are you kiddin’ me?”
“I guess.”
After breakfast, Lila got more and more nervous. When was he going to do it? Every time he got up and moved towards her, she thought it was the time.
“Can we just get this over with?” she finally demanded.
He laughed. “I knew it was buggin’ you. Good. No, I want you to wait. And think about it. I may even wait until tomorrow. Just to keep you tormented.”
“You’re mean.”
“I’m what?”
“Nothing.”
“I thought so.”
He stared at her for a moment. “Okay, let’s get it over with. I want to make love to you most of the day, anyway. Even though some positions won’t be so comfy after I get through with you. I just wish I had my paddle.”
“No!”
“I could use my flip flop.”
“No!”
He sent her a sadistic grin. “Okay, girl, get over to the bed.”
Her heart leapt into her throat, her pulse raced. Her hands shook, her knees felt weak. She hated this. While she’d walked into it, she hated it. Why hadn’t those stupid guards recognized her?
“I still think you ought to spank your roadies. The guys at the backstage entrance who didn’t believe me.”
“Did they make you drink tequila and climb a building and almost die?”
“No.”
“You could have waited patiently at the hotel, I would have come straight there after the show.”
“I know.”
“Get over there.”
He came over to the bed and sat down. He looked up at her thoughtfully. “I think I want it all off. Naked, now.”
“But…”
“Are you arguing with me?”
“No.”
She quickly stripped. His eyes lit up with lust, his got a half smile on his face. He reached out lightening quick, grabbed her by the wrist and pulled her across his massive thighs. She wished his hand wasn’t so large, it was easily the size of a textbook. One of his spanks covered her whole rear. Unpleasant. But at least he didn’t have his paddle. That was worse.
His hand came down so hard onto her poor ass, she was nearly thrown off his lap. He had to pull her back onto his thighs. It felt like her ass had been grilled. She shrieked in pain.
He thundered into her tender behind. “No (swat) climbing (terrible swat) buildings (horrific swat)!” She cried out, tears sprang into her eyes.
“No (swat, swat, swat) tequila!” he said with a high-impact swat that thrust her forward.
The pain was searing. All her muscles were taut, her toes were curled, she couldn’t help but kick her legs. Every nerve felt like it had been lit on fire. She broke out in a sweat and began panting.
Zane laid into her ass with everything he had. He launched an assault the likes of which, she’d never felt before. Unbelievable agony. The man put his whole shoulder and arm into his swings, he wielded his hand like a weapon. The impact to her bare butt was awe-inspiring. Her body was flung forward with each strike. The sound of the slap was so loud, she couldn’t believe he was hitting her this hard. She didn’t blame him, but this was awful. She bawled like a baby.
After rapid firing into her butt with machine-like precision and power for longer than she ever remembered him spanking her, Zane stopped, picked her up and threw her back onto the bed.
He stripped, revealing his incredibly hard tool. With a hungry, feral and angry look on his chiseled face, he leapt on top of her and was inside before she could even catch her breath.
He grabbed her wrists, held them above her head and powered into her. “You obey me,” he rasped in his deep baritone voice, punctuating his command with an awesome thrust. “You don’t climb buildings.” His voice tortured with lust and emotion, he plowed into her, harder and faster.
Lila’s brain shifted from pain management to climaxing. She came so explosively, she could only scream. It felt like her head got blown off.
Zane attacked her with his member, jack-hammering her into orgasm oblivion. When he came, he yelled loudly—it sounded like he put his whole being into his climax.
Afterwards, he grabbed her and crushed her to him. “You don’t ever do anything like that again. I love you. I love you so much. I can’t lose you, Lila, I can’t.” His voice cracked with emotion.
She burst into tears and clung to him. “I’m so sorry, Zane. I love you. I won’t lose my mind again. I don’t want to do this to you. I love you.”
“All I want to do is to protect you. You have to let me protect you.”
“I will, I swear I will.”
“That’s my girl. That’s my baby,” he said, kissing the side of her face and her neck. They held onto each other hard, both overcome with emotion.
Feeling ripped in half by his love for her, Lila hoped she could come through on her promise. She wanted to. She really wanted to.
But unfortunately, she knew herself too well. She would try, but that was probably the best she could do.
Poor Zane.
©2007, Michelle Carlyle
Whoo-hoo!!! Friday!!! Whoo-hoo!!! I got carded yesterday!!!! I was so stoked! The guy looked at my age and his eyebrows shot up. “Good for you, girl. Doin’ something right.” I looked down at the beer and chips I’d just bought and thought “Ahhh, my secret anti-aging weapons.” I still can’t believe it. I think I look fifty. Maybe it’s the pink hair. And the teenage boy clothes. And the Converse high tops. People always mistake me for a teenager. And then I take off my sunglasses. And they go “OMG! Imhotep in teenage clothing!” No. Thankfully, for some reason I’m not aging dramatically. Not like some of my friends who look like they drank a whole bottle of old.
Anyway, I was very happy. Dude made my whole day.
What are you guys doing for the 4th of July? For my readers in England, probably nothing! For my readers here in the US, I would assume barbecue, fireworks and beer is in your future. Hubby and I have made no plans because we just want to chill out. I think we’ll barbecue, but I mainly want to shovel some stuff out of my office because I’m all out of floor. I have a pathway to the door, but the rest of my office looks like a bomb went off. I’m looking at it now and am glad you can’t see it. Clearly cleaning is not a priority for me, but I’m in the Embarrassment Zone now. So I’ll probably do a bit of tidying.
Or I’ll sit in the sun in the backyard and read which sounds like much more fun.
But mostly I hope I get to fuck all weekend. Hubby better be prepared because I’m going to ATTACK him tomorrow. Wheeeeee!!!!
By the way, I dropped all the prices on my books. Seeing as we’re in a recession that seems unending, I thought I’d do my part and make my books more affordable for those who want them. Yay!!!! Cheaper books for my friends!!!!
Okay, so here’s the conclusion to Within His Law, soon to be found in Hanky Spanky.
Have a great weekend and see you all next week!!!
Michelle
The traffic was so bad because of Lila’s stunt, Zane couldn’t even get near the hotel. Finally, he jumped out and ran to the hotel. He saw the spotlight from a block away, up on the side of the building. And in the spotlight was a woman, clinging to the building. He screamed when he saw her. Of course, she couldn’t hear him, no one could over the din the crowd was making below her.
He rushed up in time to see her slip. He screamed again, only this time the whole crowd screamed with him. Finally, the firemen grabbed her. Zane almost wept with relief. He found the cops and explained who he was. A cop assured him it was a crazy fan, not his wife. Zane told him he wanted to see for himself. Luckily, the cop was a fan of his and finally escorted him upstairs.
When he saw his wife’s tear-streaked face, his heart nearly broke. She was shivering and miserable, crying. “Really, Zane Black is my husband,” she sobbed.
“Well, honey, you got your wish. You get to meet Zane Black,” the cop escorting him told her.
“She is my wife, officer,” Zane said.
The guy looked shocked. Every cop in the room turned and stared.
“She’s really your wife?” one stammered.
“Yeah.”
Lila saw him and shrieked and cried harder. He rushed to her side, she leapt up and nearly crushed him in a hug. “I’m sorry, I’m so sorry, honey.”
He wrapped his long arms around her. She was so cold, she felt like a Popsicle. “It’s okay, baby, it’s okay,” he said, kissing her on the cheek. She smelled like alcohol. He guessed four beers and two or three shots of tequila. Only tequila would make her climb a building in zero temperatures. Nevertheless, there was one part of her body that would get warmed up soon. Very warm. By the time he got through with her, her buns would be blazing hot.
“All I wanted to do was to surprise you,” she cried.
“Oh, you surprised me all right.”
Most of the cops laughed. “Yeah, gave him quite a surprise,” one said.
Lila said, “My jacket, a girl has it.”
He petted her head. “We’ll get that back, don’t worry.”
“I’m under arrest.”
“I’ll bet you are.”
A cop said, “We’ll try to make it fast down at the station, Mr. Black. But we have to take her in. She was on TV for God’s sake.”
Zane nodded. “I heard.”
“I was on what?” Lila demanded.
He sighed. “You’re a star, honey.”
Her eyes got big. “Oh, no. I’m sorry, Zane.”
“You will be when you get sobered up.”
She looked worried. “I’m in trouble, aren’t I?”
“Big, big trouble,” he said, kissing her fondly. He was so relieved, he wasn’t mad at her at all. But he would be later, and he knew it.
Lila woke up the next day and prayed it had all been a nightmare. But when she moved, her limbs were so sore, she knew it was the truth. Goddamn it! She couldn’t even imagine what kind of punishment she faced at the hands of her husband. It wouldn’t be pleasant, that was for sure.
Zane was already up. “Mornin’ daredevil girl.”
She winced. “I am in so much trouble.”
“You got that right.”
“When?”
He knew what she was talking about. “When am I going to spank you?”
“Yeah.”
“After you get up. After breakfast. That way you can think about it some.”
“There’s no way to beg my way out of this, is there?”
His jaw dropped slightly. “Are you kiddin’ me?”
“I guess.”
After breakfast, Lila got more and more nervous. When was he going to do it? Every time he got up and moved towards her, she thought it was the time.
“Can we just get this over with?” she finally demanded.
He laughed. “I knew it was buggin’ you. Good. No, I want you to wait. And think about it. I may even wait until tomorrow. Just to keep you tormented.”
“You’re mean.”
“I’m what?”
“Nothing.”
“I thought so.”
He stared at her for a moment. “Okay, let’s get it over with. I want to make love to you most of the day, anyway. Even though some positions won’t be so comfy after I get through with you. I just wish I had my paddle.”
“No!”
“I could use my flip flop.”
“No!”
He sent her a sadistic grin. “Okay, girl, get over to the bed.”
Her heart leapt into her throat, her pulse raced. Her hands shook, her knees felt weak. She hated this. While she’d walked into it, she hated it. Why hadn’t those stupid guards recognized her?
“I still think you ought to spank your roadies. The guys at the backstage entrance who didn’t believe me.”
“Did they make you drink tequila and climb a building and almost die?”
“No.”
“You could have waited patiently at the hotel, I would have come straight there after the show.”
“I know.”
“Get over there.”
He came over to the bed and sat down. He looked up at her thoughtfully. “I think I want it all off. Naked, now.”
“But…”
“Are you arguing with me?”
“No.”
She quickly stripped. His eyes lit up with lust, his got a half smile on his face. He reached out lightening quick, grabbed her by the wrist and pulled her across his massive thighs. She wished his hand wasn’t so large, it was easily the size of a textbook. One of his spanks covered her whole rear. Unpleasant. But at least he didn’t have his paddle. That was worse.
His hand came down so hard onto her poor ass, she was nearly thrown off his lap. He had to pull her back onto his thighs. It felt like her ass had been grilled. She shrieked in pain.
He thundered into her tender behind. “No (swat) climbing (terrible swat) buildings (horrific swat)!” She cried out, tears sprang into her eyes.
“No (swat, swat, swat) tequila!” he said with a high-impact swat that thrust her forward.
The pain was searing. All her muscles were taut, her toes were curled, she couldn’t help but kick her legs. Every nerve felt like it had been lit on fire. She broke out in a sweat and began panting.
Zane laid into her ass with everything he had. He launched an assault the likes of which, she’d never felt before. Unbelievable agony. The man put his whole shoulder and arm into his swings, he wielded his hand like a weapon. The impact to her bare butt was awe-inspiring. Her body was flung forward with each strike. The sound of the slap was so loud, she couldn’t believe he was hitting her this hard. She didn’t blame him, but this was awful. She bawled like a baby.
After rapid firing into her butt with machine-like precision and power for longer than she ever remembered him spanking her, Zane stopped, picked her up and threw her back onto the bed.
He stripped, revealing his incredibly hard tool. With a hungry, feral and angry look on his chiseled face, he leapt on top of her and was inside before she could even catch her breath.
He grabbed her wrists, held them above her head and powered into her. “You obey me,” he rasped in his deep baritone voice, punctuating his command with an awesome thrust. “You don’t climb buildings.” His voice tortured with lust and emotion, he plowed into her, harder and faster.
Lila’s brain shifted from pain management to climaxing. She came so explosively, she could only scream. It felt like her head got blown off.
Zane attacked her with his member, jack-hammering her into orgasm oblivion. When he came, he yelled loudly—it sounded like he put his whole being into his climax.
Afterwards, he grabbed her and crushed her to him. “You don’t ever do anything like that again. I love you. I love you so much. I can’t lose you, Lila, I can’t.” His voice cracked with emotion.
She burst into tears and clung to him. “I’m so sorry, Zane. I love you. I won’t lose my mind again. I don’t want to do this to you. I love you.”
“All I want to do is to protect you. You have to let me protect you.”
“I will, I swear I will.”
“That’s my girl. That’s my baby,” he said, kissing the side of her face and her neck. They held onto each other hard, both overcome with emotion.
Feeling ripped in half by his love for her, Lila hoped she could come through on her promise. She wanted to. She really wanted to.
But unfortunately, she knew herself too well. She would try, but that was probably the best she could do.
Poor Zane.
©2007, Michelle Carlyle
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