Hey Spanky Friends!
How are all you lovely people today? I’m doing super. We had the weirdest weather this week. Weirdest. Spooky. Crazy. Like high 60s, low 70s, super sunny, warm and beautiful. In January????? Hubby and I started gardening like it was spring. Tore out a bunch of nasty stuff, weeded and I bought this reed roll fencing so I can cover up the ugly-ass cinderblock wall that lines my driveway. Getting ready for summer! Only slight problem. It is still winter. And it is returning with a vengeance this weekend. Oh, well. Was very happy to get a short reprieve. Especially when most of my friends back East are under a nasty blanket of snow. Well, don’t be too jealous, we had an earthquake recently. A few of them. I always think of our California weather as compensation for extremely high sales taxes, property taxes, state income taxes, the premium we pay on gasoline and natural gas, on food, and basically EVERYTHING. “Oh, you live in California? Hand me your checkbook, please. Sorry, nothing leftover for you.”
There is no free ride. As I have discovered.
Speaking of a free ride, I had AWESOME sex last night. I wish I could bottle up my Hubby and sell him because I’d make a fortune. If you wonder how I get inspired to write my work, look no further than my spouse. He’s a treasure. A stinky treasure, but a treasure all the same. And man, can that boy spank my ass well! YESSSSSSSSS!!!!!!
Okay, I’m horny again. When will he get home???? When???? Speaking of horny, we are going to a fancy-schmancy hotel in Palo Alto on Saturday night. I got a free night there from an organization that I volunteer for, for all their appreciation for the work I’ve done. So Hubby and I are going to celebrate an early anniversary, go to the movies, go to a nice place for dinner and go back to the hotel and FUCK OUR BRAINS OUT. I told him we had to do it three or four times at least. Let’s see how we do. Whooo-hooooo! Hotel sex!!!
Okay, enough of this. Here is the next chapter of Revenge, Inc. Soon to be found in my upcoming book, “Straightjacket of Lies”, which should be released later on this year.
Have a great weekend!
Michelle
“Tiffany, are you all right?” Peter would try a super caring approach to see if that could restore the seduction.
Her red lips tight, she shook her head a tiny bit. “No, I’m fine.”
“No, you’re not.”
“Look, are you sure you don’t know her? I mean, she knew the name of your boat. And last week, you went sailing, I know you did, you told me.”
“So what? Anyone could have gathered that information.”
She looked down at her nails. “Is it possible you got drunk and…” Her blue gaze searched his.
He straightened his shoulders. “I never get drunk.”
She blinked at him, then bit her lower lip. She pinched the bridge of her nose. “You know, I’ve got a bit of a headache. Maybe we should call it an evening…”
He’d lost. Damn it.
After driving her home, he drove straight to his club. There wouldn’t be anyone under the age of eighty there, but he needed a drink and didn’t want to be alone. Surprisingly, he found one of his closest friends sitting in front of the fire with a brandy.
Horatio, a corporate lawyer, indicated the burgundy leather chair across from him. “Join me, friend. And tell me all about your exciting evening.”
“You know?”
“Jimmy was at Fleur tonight.”
His shoulders slumping, Peter ran a hand through his thick mane of dark hair. “Christ.”
“You know, it’s curious. You’re not the only one who’s had weird scenes with strangers lately. Thom, Rob Colt and Graham White, all had crazy women accost them. Women they didn’t know. Just like you.”
Peter frowned. “What the hell? Really? Rob and Graham?”
“Yes. Plus other strange troubles. Rob had a flight cancelled, Graham had his car impounded, Thom found his car filled with orange juice.”
“Orange juice?”
“Yeah, I guess there was a tanker nearby and someone put a hose from the tanker into his car window and filled the sucker.”
Peter burst out laughing and then caught himself. “I know that’s not funny. Was it the Ferrari?”
“Yeah.”
“Not the ‘67?”
“Yep.”
“That’s irreplaceable.”
Horatio nodded. “Whomever it was, wanted to hurt him.”
“Damn,” Peter said, stroking his chin. “You know I had my phone service cancelled this week, my car died suddenly—it’s in the shop—someone put sugar in my gas tank. And then this woman attacks me in Fleur.”
“Obviously a pattern. What do you all have in common?”
“Um… don’t know. We’re rich… Wait… divorced. We’re divorced. In the past two years.”
“Yes.”
Peter gestured sharply. “But Lily couldn’t be behind this. She’s too refined. Barely shed a tear during the divorce proceedings. But then again, she leaked all kinds of misinformation to the press. Sure I was cheating on her, even though I wasn’t. I don’t know. She’s the only one in my life who hates me enough to pull something like this. But it’s not her style.”
“She knows the other guys’ ex-wives. They’re all in a little coffee clutch.”
Peter shot his friend a look. “You think they’re behind this?”
“That’s what I’m thinking. Maybe they’re pulling stuff on each other’s respective exes.”
“I know those ladies. None would ever get their hands dirty. Would fit, though. That woman tonight didn’t look deranged. She looked like a bad actress. There was a look in her eye, she knew what she was doing, she knew me. And if her purpose was to get Tiffany to dump me, it worked.”
“Then Tiffany wasn’t worth a damn.”
“Suppose. Thought she was a nice girl.”
“Beware of nice girls. Especially ones that come from your marketing department.”
“Yeah… maybe you’re right.”
Horatio leaned forward. “Listen to me, my friend. Look for a girl from your social circle. Dating a company woman only works when you’re working your way up. Not when you’re on the top. Can’t trust the lot of them. Watch out for the gold-diggers. You’ve got a target on your chest.”
“Yeah, I know.” Dismal information, but true. “Well, I’ll tell you one thing, I’m not taking this crap lying down. Someone attacked me this week and I’m going to find out who that woman was. If she’s working for my ex, I’ll shut down her little business and put her behind bars where she belongs.”
He pictured the slip of a woman in that clingy dress. While he hated her and she was clearly a lunatic, her body was beyond perfection. Had the nicest rounded bottom he’d seen in a long time.
“But maybe before I send her to jail, I’ll take out some of my frustration on that perfect little ass of hers.”
Horatio’s brow rose. “She had a perfect ass?”
“Oh, yes. Very spankable.”
Horatio’s eyes lit up. “Sounds like fun. Nothing more exhilarating than spanking a deserving behind.”
Peter grinned. “Isn’t it though? Had a girlfriend once who pushed me so hard, she rarely sat down comfortably. And that little girl tonight… Can’t wait to give her the treatment. Quite the actress. Hey… What if she is an actress? Theatre world isn’t very big in this town. Maybe I’ll start there.”
“Williams is a good man. Helped me with some trouble with an ex-partner. Anyone get a picture of your woman?”
“Maybe she’s on the security camera. Good thought. I’ll call the restaurant right away. Andre will help me. Slipped him three grand tonight to cover the damages.”
“Sounds like you have yourself a mission.”
“I’d say so.”
His spirits buoyed, Peter finished his drink and drove home. He’d find that little brat. A thrill went through his loins at the thought of that perfect rear over his knee. He’d teach her a lesson, all right. One she’d never forget.
©2011, Michelle Carlyle
Friday, January 28, 2011
Friday, January 21, 2011
Revenge, Inc. Part One
Hey You Wonderful People!
How was your week? Mine was…hmmmm. I have no idea because I only got five hours of sleep last night and my brain is off-line. I’m sure it was a fascinating week, full of sky-dives, motorcycle jumping and awards shows. Ahem. More like dishes, weeding and shopping. And editing. Oh! I’m almost done with my new book, which will be sent to Reesa where she will perform her magic and eventually, it will be on Amazon and Barnes and Nobel and all that jazz. The new book’s new title is “Rulebreakers.” I have to say, the working titles of my books have been pretty cheesy. I’m throwing them all out and starting over. When I get a chance, I’m going to reissue “Spank Me, I’ve Been Bad,” and title it something completely different. A friend said I should have titled it “Spank Me, I’ve Been Good.” Maybe I’ll use that one. But probably not. Anyhoo, I will be publishing three books this year, maybe four. But definitely three. And you all will be the first to know when. So stay tuned!
Okay, here is a new story for you called Revenge, Inc. Another 16-parter, so sit back and enjoy.
Hugs to all you lovely humans out there! I hope your weekend is fantastic!
Michelle
Target sighted, Fay crossed the expansive dining floor of Fleur, the hottest new restaurant in San Francisco.
Wearing her latest weapon, a sleek little black Prada cocktail dress, she sidled up to a table and glared down into the blue gaze of Peter Madden, CEO of Madden Computers, the billion dollar jewel of Silicon Valley.
She ignored his classic Grecian features, his perfect aquiline nose, square jaw and heavy brow. She was in character.
“You bastard!” she yelled loud enough for most of the tables in the vicinity to hear. “You two-timing creep!”
His eyes wide, jaw in his lap, he stammered, but said nothing intelligible.
“And you!” Fay said, swinging on his date: a petite blonde twenty-something. “How dare you! Before you go sleeping around with a man, you might want to find out if he has other women in his life. You should be ashamed of yourself!”
Peter’s brow went into a deep V, his eyes filled with fire. “I don’t know who the hell you are, but you’ve me mistaken for someone else—”
She burst into tears. “Peter! Why are you doing this to me?! You told me you loved me!” She collapsed down next to him in the booth, buried her head in her arms and howled.
“Miss! Please, I don’t know you!”
She lifted her head up to bawl in his face. “It’s the baby! The baby I’m worried about. Our baby!” She dropped her head to the table and sobbed.
“What the hell? Lady! I’m not who you think I am!”
“That’s it!” she yelled, leaping up on her feet once more. “You told me you wanted a child! So I got pregnant! You said you’d marry me! Just last Tuesday when we were on your stupid boat, The Charlemagne, you proposed! What happened to that?!”
The maitre ‘d appeared at her elbow. “Is there a problem?”
Finally! Took the jerk long enough.
She spun on the tall, Middle-Eastern-looking man. “Yes! There’s a problem! My fiancé is here with another woman! And I’m pregnant!”
Peter got up out of the booth, she was momentarily taken aback by his size, he had to be over six five.
He took the maitre ‘d by the arm. “Andre, I swear, I’ve never seen this woman before. I think she must have escaped from a lockdown facility.”
“Yeah! Our apartment! That’s where I escaped from! Fine! You want to cheat on me?! You want to break all your promises to me?! You want to get me pregnant and dump me?! Fine! I don’t want you, anyway, and neither does your son! That’s right! It’s a boy! A boy!” And with that, she pushed aside the maitre ‘d and stormed off.
As soon as she hit the street, she broke into a run. Around the next corner, she dove into the back of a white van. “Drive!”
Mitzi grinned. “You bet!” Her friend and business partner loved the new venture as much as she did.
Fay removed the Prada dress and hung it up in their makeshift dressing room in the back of the van. “Are the cops out there?”
“Oh, yeah. They’re looking all over. Oooo, along with Mr. Target. Man, he looks madder than a losing team’s coach. Wow. So, it went well?”
She pulled on a red t-shirt and some jeans. “Oh, God, it was so funny.” She laughed. “You should have seen the looks on their faces. Oh, and in that fancy place! God, that was fun.”
Fay grabbed a baseball cap, slipped it over her head and hopped into the front seat of the van. They were just past the restaurant. She looked in her side mirror. A couple cops with a very tall man in their midst stood outside the eatery.
“Oh, that was great!” she crowed. “Damn, I’d better get a bonus for that one.”
“Was the Chronicle lady there?” Mitzi asked.
“Oh, yeah. But goddamn, took the staff long enough to come over. I almost had to start recycling material.”
“So what did you say?”
Fay took off her cap and smoothed her long, dark hair. “God, I did kind of went far this time. I didn’t just pull the pregnancy thing, I named a gender.” She put the cap back on.
“You what?”
Fay shrugged. “It just slipped out. I was so into the scene, I really don’t remember everything, but suddenly I was talking about the guy’s baby boy. Christ.”
Mitzi giggled. “You are too much.”
“I just hope I was believable. Kind of went over the top. Oh, well, what’s done is done.” She reached for the clipboard on top of the dashboard. “Who’s next on our list tonight?”
“Ah, yes, man, remember the good ol’ days when we had only one job a night?”
Fay chuckled. “You mean last month?”
Mitzy had a dreamy look in her eye. “Yeah.”
Fay pushed on her shoulder. “We were also broke. At least I made my rent this month.”
“Me, too.” Mitzi gestured out the front window. “Who knew there were this many people who wanted revenge on their exes?”
“I had no idea how unhappy the upper classes were.”
Mitzi turned the corner and headed to their office. “Yeah, and we know one specific upper class guy who really isn’t happy right now.”
“I wonder what the girl said after I left.” Fay belly laughed.
Peter Madden’s jaw hurt from clenching it so tightly. The woman had disappeared. He’d run after her, but he’d been too late on the draw. He’d never experienced anything so disturbing in his life. After he made his report to the police—they hadn’t been very interested and he didn’t blame them—he straightened his tie and made his way back to his table.
All eyes were on him; his face grew hot. When he saw the gossip columnist for the local paper, he knew it was all over. This would be in the paper in the morning. He swore inwardly. This was all he needed. After that horrible divorce had splashed him over the papers, he’d hoped he’d be spared another public humiliation. Apparently not.
He knew he couldn’t avoid it, so he stopped briefly at the middle-aged woman’s table. “I didn’t know her. And that’s all I’m going to say on the subject. And if you want access to me in the future, I’d think carefully about what I wrote tonight.” With a cold glare of a warning at her, he turned and walked away before she could respond.
He kicked himself all the way to his table. He just provoked her. Good job, Pete.
Tiffany looked just as he expected her to: wary, upset. Barely covering her simmering fury. Great. No sex tonight, either. What a great night this was shaping up to be.
What the hell? This was the third unpleasant surprise this week. He was used to studying patterns and odds. This incident tonight tipped the scales. Something was going on. Someone was after him. He didn’t know why, but he knew one thing, he would get to the bottom of the problem.
©2011, Michelle Carlyle
How was your week? Mine was…hmmmm. I have no idea because I only got five hours of sleep last night and my brain is off-line. I’m sure it was a fascinating week, full of sky-dives, motorcycle jumping and awards shows. Ahem. More like dishes, weeding and shopping. And editing. Oh! I’m almost done with my new book, which will be sent to Reesa where she will perform her magic and eventually, it will be on Amazon and Barnes and Nobel and all that jazz. The new book’s new title is “Rulebreakers.” I have to say, the working titles of my books have been pretty cheesy. I’m throwing them all out and starting over. When I get a chance, I’m going to reissue “Spank Me, I’ve Been Bad,” and title it something completely different. A friend said I should have titled it “Spank Me, I’ve Been Good.” Maybe I’ll use that one. But probably not. Anyhoo, I will be publishing three books this year, maybe four. But definitely three. And you all will be the first to know when. So stay tuned!
Okay, here is a new story for you called Revenge, Inc. Another 16-parter, so sit back and enjoy.
Hugs to all you lovely humans out there! I hope your weekend is fantastic!
Michelle
Target sighted, Fay crossed the expansive dining floor of Fleur, the hottest new restaurant in San Francisco.
Wearing her latest weapon, a sleek little black Prada cocktail dress, she sidled up to a table and glared down into the blue gaze of Peter Madden, CEO of Madden Computers, the billion dollar jewel of Silicon Valley.
She ignored his classic Grecian features, his perfect aquiline nose, square jaw and heavy brow. She was in character.
“You bastard!” she yelled loud enough for most of the tables in the vicinity to hear. “You two-timing creep!”
His eyes wide, jaw in his lap, he stammered, but said nothing intelligible.
“And you!” Fay said, swinging on his date: a petite blonde twenty-something. “How dare you! Before you go sleeping around with a man, you might want to find out if he has other women in his life. You should be ashamed of yourself!”
Peter’s brow went into a deep V, his eyes filled with fire. “I don’t know who the hell you are, but you’ve me mistaken for someone else—”
She burst into tears. “Peter! Why are you doing this to me?! You told me you loved me!” She collapsed down next to him in the booth, buried her head in her arms and howled.
“Miss! Please, I don’t know you!”
She lifted her head up to bawl in his face. “It’s the baby! The baby I’m worried about. Our baby!” She dropped her head to the table and sobbed.
“What the hell? Lady! I’m not who you think I am!”
“That’s it!” she yelled, leaping up on her feet once more. “You told me you wanted a child! So I got pregnant! You said you’d marry me! Just last Tuesday when we were on your stupid boat, The Charlemagne, you proposed! What happened to that?!”
The maitre ‘d appeared at her elbow. “Is there a problem?”
Finally! Took the jerk long enough.
She spun on the tall, Middle-Eastern-looking man. “Yes! There’s a problem! My fiancé is here with another woman! And I’m pregnant!”
Peter got up out of the booth, she was momentarily taken aback by his size, he had to be over six five.
He took the maitre ‘d by the arm. “Andre, I swear, I’ve never seen this woman before. I think she must have escaped from a lockdown facility.”
“Yeah! Our apartment! That’s where I escaped from! Fine! You want to cheat on me?! You want to break all your promises to me?! You want to get me pregnant and dump me?! Fine! I don’t want you, anyway, and neither does your son! That’s right! It’s a boy! A boy!” And with that, she pushed aside the maitre ‘d and stormed off.
As soon as she hit the street, she broke into a run. Around the next corner, she dove into the back of a white van. “Drive!”
Mitzi grinned. “You bet!” Her friend and business partner loved the new venture as much as she did.
Fay removed the Prada dress and hung it up in their makeshift dressing room in the back of the van. “Are the cops out there?”
“Oh, yeah. They’re looking all over. Oooo, along with Mr. Target. Man, he looks madder than a losing team’s coach. Wow. So, it went well?”
She pulled on a red t-shirt and some jeans. “Oh, God, it was so funny.” She laughed. “You should have seen the looks on their faces. Oh, and in that fancy place! God, that was fun.”
Fay grabbed a baseball cap, slipped it over her head and hopped into the front seat of the van. They were just past the restaurant. She looked in her side mirror. A couple cops with a very tall man in their midst stood outside the eatery.
“Oh, that was great!” she crowed. “Damn, I’d better get a bonus for that one.”
“Was the Chronicle lady there?” Mitzi asked.
“Oh, yeah. But goddamn, took the staff long enough to come over. I almost had to start recycling material.”
“So what did you say?”
Fay took off her cap and smoothed her long, dark hair. “God, I did kind of went far this time. I didn’t just pull the pregnancy thing, I named a gender.” She put the cap back on.
“You what?”
Fay shrugged. “It just slipped out. I was so into the scene, I really don’t remember everything, but suddenly I was talking about the guy’s baby boy. Christ.”
Mitzi giggled. “You are too much.”
“I just hope I was believable. Kind of went over the top. Oh, well, what’s done is done.” She reached for the clipboard on top of the dashboard. “Who’s next on our list tonight?”
“Ah, yes, man, remember the good ol’ days when we had only one job a night?”
Fay chuckled. “You mean last month?”
Mitzy had a dreamy look in her eye. “Yeah.”
Fay pushed on her shoulder. “We were also broke. At least I made my rent this month.”
“Me, too.” Mitzi gestured out the front window. “Who knew there were this many people who wanted revenge on their exes?”
“I had no idea how unhappy the upper classes were.”
Mitzi turned the corner and headed to their office. “Yeah, and we know one specific upper class guy who really isn’t happy right now.”
“I wonder what the girl said after I left.” Fay belly laughed.
Peter Madden’s jaw hurt from clenching it so tightly. The woman had disappeared. He’d run after her, but he’d been too late on the draw. He’d never experienced anything so disturbing in his life. After he made his report to the police—they hadn’t been very interested and he didn’t blame them—he straightened his tie and made his way back to his table.
All eyes were on him; his face grew hot. When he saw the gossip columnist for the local paper, he knew it was all over. This would be in the paper in the morning. He swore inwardly. This was all he needed. After that horrible divorce had splashed him over the papers, he’d hoped he’d be spared another public humiliation. Apparently not.
He knew he couldn’t avoid it, so he stopped briefly at the middle-aged woman’s table. “I didn’t know her. And that’s all I’m going to say on the subject. And if you want access to me in the future, I’d think carefully about what I wrote tonight.” With a cold glare of a warning at her, he turned and walked away before she could respond.
He kicked himself all the way to his table. He just provoked her. Good job, Pete.
Tiffany looked just as he expected her to: wary, upset. Barely covering her simmering fury. Great. No sex tonight, either. What a great night this was shaping up to be.
What the hell? This was the third unpleasant surprise this week. He was used to studying patterns and odds. This incident tonight tipped the scales. Something was going on. Someone was after him. He didn’t know why, but he knew one thing, he would get to the bottom of the problem.
©2011, Michelle Carlyle
Friday, January 14, 2011
Newbie, Part Fifteen and the Conclusion!!!
Hey Spankos!
Hope all is well with you. I have decided to give you the last two parts of Newbie today which will finish out the 16-parter. I hope you’ve enjoyed it. Next week, we start with a new story. And I have no idea what that will be. But it will be fun.
Just want to give a big shout out to my fans. You guys help me get up in the morning, help me continue writing, you are the reason I am here, writing this stuff and posting it. Soon, I’ll have more books out there for you to enjoy. This year will be a productive one. And I owe it all to you. Without my readers at Discipline and Desire and all my buddies out there in cyberspace, I don’t know what I’d do. Cry. Throw tantrums. Be depressed.
And an especially big shout out to Paul, PK, Jay Flame, Florida Dom, Bonnie at My Bottom Smarts, Dave at Cherry Red Report and all the wonderful people who leave such great comments on this blog. You guys are the BEST!
And of course, without Reesa Roberts at Discipline and Desire, none of this would be possible. If you haven’t joined Discipline and Desire, I urge you to do so. For very little money, you can read full stories from many amazing spanking writers like OTK Romance, Maren, Natty and ME. And the list goes on. Not to mention the fantastic, funny and wonderful artwork of Dave Wolfe.
So again, dear readers, I want to thank you for coming here weekly to read my stuff. Next week a new story!!! Yay!!!!!
You guys ROCK!!!! I love you all, very much!
I hope you have a fabulous weekend!
Michelle
Bill got a predator’s grin on his face and handed her the Punishment dice. “I can’t wait to see what you get here, baby. Five punishments! By the end of this, boy, will you be sorry. I just hope I can make it to the end before I attack you. This is going to be fun.”
She laughed at the glowing pleasure in his gaze. The man was the most awesome lover she’d ever had, always so focused on her joy.
She rolled up onto an elbow and threw the die with the card faces on it that would determine the implement. “Queen again, oh, dear.”
“The leather paddle!” he exclaimed, looking thrilled.
Angela had yet to draw that implement during their games; she wasn’t so sure it was a good thing. She’d been hoping for the riding crop.
“Now let’s see how many I get to give you, roll.”
She rolled the two numerical dice; she got a five and a one. She threw another single die—the multiplier—and got a three. Eighteen was still a pretty formidable number.
“Okay, baby, on your stomach. Here, let’s get that pillow under your hips so I can really get you good.”
He sounded way too happy about this. She hoped he didn’t slip and hit her too hard. Even though that thought turned her on. She loved his dominance. He was such a man’s man.
She got onto all fours; he reached for a down pillow and put it underneath her. She lay on top and got comfortable; her sex throbbing with anticipation. This was going to be extra fun after all those orgasms. She hoped that her earlier paddling wouldn’t diminish her fun. With any luck, her tenderness might even add to her pleasure.
The phone rang from his office. “Let’s ignore that,” he said. He reached into the nightstand drawer and withdrew the leather paddle.
Some man’s voice boomed out from the answering machine; but he was heavily accented and she couldn’t make out the words.
Bill tsked. “Honey, I’ll be right back, I forgot to turn that damn thing down.” He pushed off the bed and left the room.
Angela lay there, her ass high in the air, feeling deliciously naughty and vulnerable. Her sex was wet with lust; her bottom ached for her punishment. What a great day.
Bill’s voice came from his office; he’d picked up the phone? But why? Damn it, it must be important.
Rather than lose her mood, she drifted off into a fantasy where Bill punished her for being bad. He really let her have it with his hand; she got wetter and wetter as the imagined punishment built.
Her breathing grew heavier, she ground her hips into the pillow. When would he come in and really punish her? Stupid phone message.
Bill’s weight on the bed broke her out of her sexy reverie. Her pulse jumped; she couldn’t wait to feel that paddle on her bare butt.
He knelt beside her and locked his arm across her back. Which was weird, he’d never done that before. She wasn’t going anywhere, but maybe he just wanted to heighten their play.
He shifted his weight to one side which meant he was moving his arm back. She braced herself, excited they were back to their games.
Blistering pain to her sit spots awakened every nerve in her body, causing her to howl in anguish. What the hell?
“Bill!” she screamed. “What—“
She couldn’t even get out the rest of the sentence before horrible pain seared her ass. She bellowed in a deafening yowl. He was using the evil punishment paddle on her poor butt!
“That (swat) was (swat) the (swat) watch (swat) repair (swat) guy!” Swat, swat, swat!
She barely heard him over her earsplitting screams.
“Today?” he thundered, punctuating his demand with a horrid spank to her vulnerable butt. “You brought it in today?” Spank, spank, spank!
Angela nearly lost her mind from the excruciating pain. She tried to get away; he responded by wailing on her butt with the paddle in rapid-fire succession. She bellowed, then erupted in sobs.
“I’m sorry!” she cried, gasping for air, trying to control the awe-inspiring pain coming from her rear.
“You lied to me!” Thunderous spank; deafening scream.
He worked her ass with the heinous weapon, nailing the backs of her thighs, her sit spots; the entire area. Her legs shook with pain, her hands clenched the bedspread; her pillow was soaked with her tears.
“Going to Long’s, huh?” Smack! Overwhelming agony. “Watch is going to be ready in two weeks, huh?” Spank, spank, spank.
Convulsing with sobs, she couldn’t catch her breath before he spanked her another one with the torture device. This was the worst. When would he stop!
Again and again the paddle came down on her poor ass; she kicked and wailed and cried and screamed, but nothing would stop him.
One, then the other, he punished her bare cheeks with the flat of the harrowing wooden paddle. The suffering was more than she ever remembered enduring.
His torment went on; sit spots, the sides, her thighs; she couldn’t even get enough air in her lungs to scream.
All at once, he threw the paddle to the floor and took his arm off her back. She collapsed to the bed, sobbing her guts out.
“Get up!” he ordered sharply. “Get up and stand in that corner, now! Do it!”
Blinded by tears, dizzy, her head spinning, she somehow managed to push herself off the bed. She stumbled over to the corner, the movement causing a fresh wave of agony to course through her buns. She braced herself against the wall so she wouldn’t topple over, hot tears streaming down her face.
“Damn you, Angela! What is wrong with you? Why didn’t you just tell me? What the hell is with all this deception? I’m not the enemy here. I’m your husband. Why the hell didn’t you take that thing to the repair shop before today?”
“I f-f-f-forgot it. I brought it to w-w-w-ork and f-f-f-orgot it until you reminded me today,” she cried.
“Damn it. The watch is not this big of a deal. I wouldn’t have punished you for forgetting. You didn’t have to lie to me.”
“You punished me for forgetting the garbage.”
“Yeah, because you slacked off and the cat destroyed it and you’d lied to me about putting it away. It’s the lies, honey, the lies I hate. And all this deception. I’m not an ogre, you could have come to me. But instead, you act like some child and lie to me about going to Long’s. No wonder you didn’t have any bags when you got back. I noticed but figured you had the stuff in your purse. You didn’t even go. You went to work and brought the watch to the repair shop.”
“I’m sorry!” she wailed. “I didn’t want you to be mad at me! I can’t stand it when you’re mad at me!”
“So you lied and made me more mad? You aren’t making any sense!”
She had nothing else to say that wouldn’t get her in more trouble. He was right. She should have come to him. “I just hate disappointing you.”
“Lying to me disappoints me more than forgetting. I know you get busy at work, that’s all you had to say.”
“I’m sorry.”
“Just don’t freaking lie to me, Angela. It erodes the trust of the relationship.”
“I’m sorry.”
“You’d better be. Now instead of a nice afternoon, you’re being punished. When are you going to learn?”
“Right now.”
He stifled a chuckle. She knew he felt keeping up his stern act was important during punishments, but the way she said “right now” must have hit his funny bone. Which was good. If he was laughing, it meant he probably wouldn’t spank her again.
“Now you stay here and think about how bad you were.” He sighed heavily. “I’m going to go have a beer and try to calm down and forgive you.”
He left the room. Her tears subsided, but the aching sharpness to her buns wouldn’t. There would be no sitting in her future for long while.
Darn it, why didn’t she tell him? Why did she set this idiocy in motion? She hated his punishments, but even worse, she hated it when he was mad at her.
She sighed, wondering if he would get sick of her games and dump her. Which made tears sting her eyes again. Oh, this was miserable. Why didn’t she just tell him the truth? Next time, she would.
She had no idea how long she stood there before he came back. An hour at least. Her back hurt, her legs were tired, she was miserable by the time he walked into the room.
“Okay, on all fours on the bed now,” he rasped, his voice low and threatening.
She turned to look at him, wondering if he was going to spank her again. When she saw the lustful edge to his gaze, she relaxed. A second later, hope sprang within her. Was she going to get sex?
“Get over here, now,” he ordered.
She rushed over to him and climbed up on the bed on her hands and knees.
“End of the bed. Scoot down here.”
She obeyed quickly. He lightly ran his hands over her sore cheeks and down her aching thighs. While her skin was a bit raw, his touch felt divine. He stroked the inside of her thighs, igniting her clit. She got wet, fast. Again and again, he stroked her thighs, her burning buns.
“Oh, God, I love the sight of your bruised ass,” he said, his voice thick with longing. “Your tear-stained cheeks, that look of remorse in your eyes.” He ran his hand up her thigh until he hit Ground Zero. She jerked. He ran a finger around her clit, she started breathing heavily. “You like that, don’t you? My bad girl. Likes having her little clit teased. I’m gonna tease it all right. Tease you.”
He increased his pace, circling her clit faster and faster; she cried out with tortured hunger.
All at once, he stabbed into her sex with his proud tool, bottoming out on her g-spot, rocketing her so close to the edge, she yelled, “No! I don’t want come! Not yet!”
“Oh, but you will, baby,” he said, thrusting inside her deeply.
“Oh, Bill, I love you!” she screamed, her sex exploding into an earth-shattering, brain-melting orgasm. She punched the bed, shuddering, her body quaking, her mind a swirling mass of pain and pleasure, mostly pleasure.
“You will obey me, woman!” he commanded, plowing her depths. “I am your master!” He pulled out and slid back inside fast, she squealed with joy. “You don’t lie to me!” A fierce jab, his hips slapped her sore butt, sending shockwaves through her sex. She was right back to the edge again. “You obey me, and tell me the truth!” He thrust into her hard, again and again, launching her into another world; one of pure feeling and rapture.
Her sex detonated in a series of incredible orgasms. She pushed back against him, arching her back, delighting in the feel of his length inside her.
His hands around her waist, he pulled her back while throwing himself forward, slamming her full on, faster and faster. She rode with him all the way to the edge. When he released, he yelled something completely unintelligible, she wailed at the top of her lungs; exulting in the excruciating pleasure he brought her.
When he pulled out, she fell over onto the bed, working hard to get her breath back while tantalizing quivers of ecstasy rippled throughout her.
Bill collapsed next to her, bringing her close and crushing her in a sweaty embrace. Kissing the side of her face and nuzzling her, he said, “You’ll be a good girl from now on, won’t you, baby?”
She nodded. “Yes. Anything to avoid that paddle and your disappointment in me.”
“Good girl. I don’t want to be spanking you for anything other than fun. But you got me really fired up today, honey. Please don’t do that again. I need to trust you.”
“I won’t ever betray your trust again. I’ll just tell you if I screw up and forget something.”
“Good girl.”
Inwardly, she wondered if she’d ever be able to be completely straight with him. As she rubbed her painful ass, she hoped so. But knowing her and her past, it wasn’t going to be easy.
©2010, Michelle Carlyle
Hope all is well with you. I have decided to give you the last two parts of Newbie today which will finish out the 16-parter. I hope you’ve enjoyed it. Next week, we start with a new story. And I have no idea what that will be. But it will be fun.
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Bill got a predator’s grin on his face and handed her the Punishment dice. “I can’t wait to see what you get here, baby. Five punishments! By the end of this, boy, will you be sorry. I just hope I can make it to the end before I attack you. This is going to be fun.”
She laughed at the glowing pleasure in his gaze. The man was the most awesome lover she’d ever had, always so focused on her joy.
She rolled up onto an elbow and threw the die with the card faces on it that would determine the implement. “Queen again, oh, dear.”
“The leather paddle!” he exclaimed, looking thrilled.
Angela had yet to draw that implement during their games; she wasn’t so sure it was a good thing. She’d been hoping for the riding crop.
“Now let’s see how many I get to give you, roll.”
She rolled the two numerical dice; she got a five and a one. She threw another single die—the multiplier—and got a three. Eighteen was still a pretty formidable number.
“Okay, baby, on your stomach. Here, let’s get that pillow under your hips so I can really get you good.”
He sounded way too happy about this. She hoped he didn’t slip and hit her too hard. Even though that thought turned her on. She loved his dominance. He was such a man’s man.
She got onto all fours; he reached for a down pillow and put it underneath her. She lay on top and got comfortable; her sex throbbing with anticipation. This was going to be extra fun after all those orgasms. She hoped that her earlier paddling wouldn’t diminish her fun. With any luck, her tenderness might even add to her pleasure.
The phone rang from his office. “Let’s ignore that,” he said. He reached into the nightstand drawer and withdrew the leather paddle.
Some man’s voice boomed out from the answering machine; but he was heavily accented and she couldn’t make out the words.
Bill tsked. “Honey, I’ll be right back, I forgot to turn that damn thing down.” He pushed off the bed and left the room.
Angela lay there, her ass high in the air, feeling deliciously naughty and vulnerable. Her sex was wet with lust; her bottom ached for her punishment. What a great day.
Bill’s voice came from his office; he’d picked up the phone? But why? Damn it, it must be important.
Rather than lose her mood, she drifted off into a fantasy where Bill punished her for being bad. He really let her have it with his hand; she got wetter and wetter as the imagined punishment built.
Her breathing grew heavier, she ground her hips into the pillow. When would he come in and really punish her? Stupid phone message.
Bill’s weight on the bed broke her out of her sexy reverie. Her pulse jumped; she couldn’t wait to feel that paddle on her bare butt.
He knelt beside her and locked his arm across her back. Which was weird, he’d never done that before. She wasn’t going anywhere, but maybe he just wanted to heighten their play.
He shifted his weight to one side which meant he was moving his arm back. She braced herself, excited they were back to their games.
Blistering pain to her sit spots awakened every nerve in her body, causing her to howl in anguish. What the hell?
“Bill!” she screamed. “What—“
She couldn’t even get out the rest of the sentence before horrible pain seared her ass. She bellowed in a deafening yowl. He was using the evil punishment paddle on her poor butt!
“That (swat) was (swat) the (swat) watch (swat) repair (swat) guy!” Swat, swat, swat!
She barely heard him over her earsplitting screams.
“Today?” he thundered, punctuating his demand with a horrid spank to her vulnerable butt. “You brought it in today?” Spank, spank, spank!
Angela nearly lost her mind from the excruciating pain. She tried to get away; he responded by wailing on her butt with the paddle in rapid-fire succession. She bellowed, then erupted in sobs.
“I’m sorry!” she cried, gasping for air, trying to control the awe-inspiring pain coming from her rear.
“You lied to me!” Thunderous spank; deafening scream.
He worked her ass with the heinous weapon, nailing the backs of her thighs, her sit spots; the entire area. Her legs shook with pain, her hands clenched the bedspread; her pillow was soaked with her tears.
“Going to Long’s, huh?” Smack! Overwhelming agony. “Watch is going to be ready in two weeks, huh?” Spank, spank, spank.
Convulsing with sobs, she couldn’t catch her breath before he spanked her another one with the torture device. This was the worst. When would he stop!
Again and again the paddle came down on her poor ass; she kicked and wailed and cried and screamed, but nothing would stop him.
One, then the other, he punished her bare cheeks with the flat of the harrowing wooden paddle. The suffering was more than she ever remembered enduring.
His torment went on; sit spots, the sides, her thighs; she couldn’t even get enough air in her lungs to scream.
All at once, he threw the paddle to the floor and took his arm off her back. She collapsed to the bed, sobbing her guts out.
“Get up!” he ordered sharply. “Get up and stand in that corner, now! Do it!”
Blinded by tears, dizzy, her head spinning, she somehow managed to push herself off the bed. She stumbled over to the corner, the movement causing a fresh wave of agony to course through her buns. She braced herself against the wall so she wouldn’t topple over, hot tears streaming down her face.
“Damn you, Angela! What is wrong with you? Why didn’t you just tell me? What the hell is with all this deception? I’m not the enemy here. I’m your husband. Why the hell didn’t you take that thing to the repair shop before today?”
“I f-f-f-forgot it. I brought it to w-w-w-ork and f-f-f-orgot it until you reminded me today,” she cried.
“Damn it. The watch is not this big of a deal. I wouldn’t have punished you for forgetting. You didn’t have to lie to me.”
“You punished me for forgetting the garbage.”
“Yeah, because you slacked off and the cat destroyed it and you’d lied to me about putting it away. It’s the lies, honey, the lies I hate. And all this deception. I’m not an ogre, you could have come to me. But instead, you act like some child and lie to me about going to Long’s. No wonder you didn’t have any bags when you got back. I noticed but figured you had the stuff in your purse. You didn’t even go. You went to work and brought the watch to the repair shop.”
“I’m sorry!” she wailed. “I didn’t want you to be mad at me! I can’t stand it when you’re mad at me!”
“So you lied and made me more mad? You aren’t making any sense!”
She had nothing else to say that wouldn’t get her in more trouble. He was right. She should have come to him. “I just hate disappointing you.”
“Lying to me disappoints me more than forgetting. I know you get busy at work, that’s all you had to say.”
“I’m sorry.”
“Just don’t freaking lie to me, Angela. It erodes the trust of the relationship.”
“I’m sorry.”
“You’d better be. Now instead of a nice afternoon, you’re being punished. When are you going to learn?”
“Right now.”
He stifled a chuckle. She knew he felt keeping up his stern act was important during punishments, but the way she said “right now” must have hit his funny bone. Which was good. If he was laughing, it meant he probably wouldn’t spank her again.
“Now you stay here and think about how bad you were.” He sighed heavily. “I’m going to go have a beer and try to calm down and forgive you.”
He left the room. Her tears subsided, but the aching sharpness to her buns wouldn’t. There would be no sitting in her future for long while.
Darn it, why didn’t she tell him? Why did she set this idiocy in motion? She hated his punishments, but even worse, she hated it when he was mad at her.
She sighed, wondering if he would get sick of her games and dump her. Which made tears sting her eyes again. Oh, this was miserable. Why didn’t she just tell him the truth? Next time, she would.
She had no idea how long she stood there before he came back. An hour at least. Her back hurt, her legs were tired, she was miserable by the time he walked into the room.
“Okay, on all fours on the bed now,” he rasped, his voice low and threatening.
She turned to look at him, wondering if he was going to spank her again. When she saw the lustful edge to his gaze, she relaxed. A second later, hope sprang within her. Was she going to get sex?
“Get over here, now,” he ordered.
She rushed over to him and climbed up on the bed on her hands and knees.
“End of the bed. Scoot down here.”
She obeyed quickly. He lightly ran his hands over her sore cheeks and down her aching thighs. While her skin was a bit raw, his touch felt divine. He stroked the inside of her thighs, igniting her clit. She got wet, fast. Again and again, he stroked her thighs, her burning buns.
“Oh, God, I love the sight of your bruised ass,” he said, his voice thick with longing. “Your tear-stained cheeks, that look of remorse in your eyes.” He ran his hand up her thigh until he hit Ground Zero. She jerked. He ran a finger around her clit, she started breathing heavily. “You like that, don’t you? My bad girl. Likes having her little clit teased. I’m gonna tease it all right. Tease you.”
He increased his pace, circling her clit faster and faster; she cried out with tortured hunger.
All at once, he stabbed into her sex with his proud tool, bottoming out on her g-spot, rocketing her so close to the edge, she yelled, “No! I don’t want come! Not yet!”
“Oh, but you will, baby,” he said, thrusting inside her deeply.
“Oh, Bill, I love you!” she screamed, her sex exploding into an earth-shattering, brain-melting orgasm. She punched the bed, shuddering, her body quaking, her mind a swirling mass of pain and pleasure, mostly pleasure.
“You will obey me, woman!” he commanded, plowing her depths. “I am your master!” He pulled out and slid back inside fast, she squealed with joy. “You don’t lie to me!” A fierce jab, his hips slapped her sore butt, sending shockwaves through her sex. She was right back to the edge again. “You obey me, and tell me the truth!” He thrust into her hard, again and again, launching her into another world; one of pure feeling and rapture.
Her sex detonated in a series of incredible orgasms. She pushed back against him, arching her back, delighting in the feel of his length inside her.
His hands around her waist, he pulled her back while throwing himself forward, slamming her full on, faster and faster. She rode with him all the way to the edge. When he released, he yelled something completely unintelligible, she wailed at the top of her lungs; exulting in the excruciating pleasure he brought her.
When he pulled out, she fell over onto the bed, working hard to get her breath back while tantalizing quivers of ecstasy rippled throughout her.
Bill collapsed next to her, bringing her close and crushing her in a sweaty embrace. Kissing the side of her face and nuzzling her, he said, “You’ll be a good girl from now on, won’t you, baby?”
She nodded. “Yes. Anything to avoid that paddle and your disappointment in me.”
“Good girl. I don’t want to be spanking you for anything other than fun. But you got me really fired up today, honey. Please don’t do that again. I need to trust you.”
“I won’t ever betray your trust again. I’ll just tell you if I screw up and forget something.”
“Good girl.”
Inwardly, she wondered if she’d ever be able to be completely straight with him. As she rubbed her painful ass, she hoped so. But knowing her and her past, it wasn’t going to be easy.
©2010, Michelle Carlyle
Friday, January 7, 2011
Newbie, Part Fourteen
Hey Spanky Humans!
Hope all is well with you guys, here’s the next chapter of Newbie, soon to be found in Bottoms Up.
Take care,
Michelle
Bill pulled away and smiled down at her. “I’d like to start all over again, but I was in the middle of getting ready to mow the lawns.”
He pulled up his pants, she did the same, wincing as the rough material of the waistband rubbed past her still sizzling butt.
He kissed her on the cheek, reached down, grabbed the paddle and left the room. He returned a second later. “Oh, I know what I meant to ask. When you dropped off my watch at the repair shop, did you remember to tell the guy about the new band I wanted?”
“Sure,” she said quickly.
He examined her eyes for a second, opened his mouth to say something, but shut it and shook his head. “Good. Good. Did he say when it would be done?”
“He’s got a big back-up, probably a couple weeks. Maybe sooner.”
“Good, good, okay. I’ll be outside, honey, if you need me.”
“Oh, I have to stop by Long’s Drugs for some lotion and girl stuff. I’ll be gone about ten or fifteen minutes.”
“Okay, baby. Take your car, I just washed mine, I want it to dry.”
“Okay.”
She waited until she heard the mower’s engine roar to life and flew down the hallway to the bedroom. Grabbing her keys, she raced for her car. It was Saturday, hopefully that stupid watch repair shop would be open.
Damn this! She’d written a note to herself the week before to take his watch to the repair shop—which was next door to her work—but had forgotten it. That happened four days in a row. When she finally remembered to bring it to work, she’d put it in her drawer and forgot about it again. Even though there were three reminder notes on her desk. She must have gotten a block about it.
She drove to work—a bit chagrined to find that sitting in her car wasn’t very pleasant on her tender ass—got the watch and took it next door to the watch repair place. The man said it would be done by the next week, just perfectly on her time schedule. She even remembered to tell him to replace the band—she was so proud of herself. She drove home; Bill was mowing the front lawn when she pulled up.
Angela got out, totally relieved everything was taken care of.
Bill waved and continued his work, she was stoked she’d covered her tracks. No more horrible paddle for her!
At lunch, Bill began to eye her. And in a very lustful way.
She smiled at her handsome husband’s evil smile. “What?”
“I want to play this afternoon. Dice.”
A thrill went through her; her clit throbbed. “But I thought you were going to play basketball with the guys.”
“Got cancelled. I got a different kind of ball game I want to play. You got me all revved up this morning. Do you want to?”
“Duh. So… are we going to play Punishment/Reward?”
“I was thinking, yes. Then maybe go out for a nice dinner at the Van’s?”
“Oooo, steak!”
He laughed. “You and your steak addiction.”
“I like meat,” she said, winking at him. “Yours especially.”
“Okay, baby, let me take a shower and then I’ll call for you when I’m ready.”
Later, they were both naked on their bed; she rolled a die with card markings on top of her nightstand. “Oooh, Queen means vibrating dildo. Oh, man.”
“Little girl is going to get punished fast in this game. Roll to see how many thrusts.”
Angela rolled the two normal dice; she got a four and a three.
“Now the multiplier,” he said.
She rolled a five. “Oh, man. I’m losing this one. Thirty-five thrusts? What happens if I come twice?”
“You get punished twice.”
“Oh, dear.”
A sly grin on his face, Bill grabbed the vibrating toy from the box. “Okay girlie, on your back, legs spread. Let’s get this party started.”
Eagerly anticipating the fun, she rolled onto her back and opened her legs to her husband. He lay down next to her, turned on the plaything and slowly slipped it inside her very wet and receptive sex. She gripped the comforter in both hands and began breathing heavily. She did not want to come more than once. She knew the orgasm was inevitable, but stemming the “damage” would prevent double or triple punishments. Even though the “punishments” were equally as enjoyable. Of course, today with her ass so tender, the punishments could prove a bit more painful.
Bill pushed the toy inside her all the way to the hilt. When it hit her g-spot, she gasped. “Oh, dear, oh, dear, please don’t come, please don’t come.”
The buzzing caused reverberations of bliss to race through her. This was fun!
A huge grin on his face, he said, “One.”
Thirty-four more, no way!
He slid the toy out, then back in. Her toes curled, her orgasm built.
With a wicked glint in his eye, he thrust the toy, in and out, fast, making full-on love to her with the clever device.
On “seven” she erupted into a powerful climax; crying out, bucking up against his hand and the toy; shuddering with delight.
Bill chuckled. “Oh, baby, are you in for it.”
After the delicious sensations abated, he began tormenting her with the toy once more. By the end of it, she came five times, was covered in sweat and could barely get a thought straight in her head. She lay back against the pillowed softness of the king-sized bed; her extremities tingling with satisfaction.
©2011, Michelle Carlyle
Hope all is well with you guys, here’s the next chapter of Newbie, soon to be found in Bottoms Up.
Take care,
Michelle
Bill pulled away and smiled down at her. “I’d like to start all over again, but I was in the middle of getting ready to mow the lawns.”
He pulled up his pants, she did the same, wincing as the rough material of the waistband rubbed past her still sizzling butt.
He kissed her on the cheek, reached down, grabbed the paddle and left the room. He returned a second later. “Oh, I know what I meant to ask. When you dropped off my watch at the repair shop, did you remember to tell the guy about the new band I wanted?”
“Sure,” she said quickly.
He examined her eyes for a second, opened his mouth to say something, but shut it and shook his head. “Good. Good. Did he say when it would be done?”
“He’s got a big back-up, probably a couple weeks. Maybe sooner.”
“Good, good, okay. I’ll be outside, honey, if you need me.”
“Oh, I have to stop by Long’s Drugs for some lotion and girl stuff. I’ll be gone about ten or fifteen minutes.”
“Okay, baby. Take your car, I just washed mine, I want it to dry.”
“Okay.”
She waited until she heard the mower’s engine roar to life and flew down the hallway to the bedroom. Grabbing her keys, she raced for her car. It was Saturday, hopefully that stupid watch repair shop would be open.
Damn this! She’d written a note to herself the week before to take his watch to the repair shop—which was next door to her work—but had forgotten it. That happened four days in a row. When she finally remembered to bring it to work, she’d put it in her drawer and forgot about it again. Even though there were three reminder notes on her desk. She must have gotten a block about it.
She drove to work—a bit chagrined to find that sitting in her car wasn’t very pleasant on her tender ass—got the watch and took it next door to the watch repair place. The man said it would be done by the next week, just perfectly on her time schedule. She even remembered to tell him to replace the band—she was so proud of herself. She drove home; Bill was mowing the front lawn when she pulled up.
Angela got out, totally relieved everything was taken care of.
Bill waved and continued his work, she was stoked she’d covered her tracks. No more horrible paddle for her!
At lunch, Bill began to eye her. And in a very lustful way.
She smiled at her handsome husband’s evil smile. “What?”
“I want to play this afternoon. Dice.”
A thrill went through her; her clit throbbed. “But I thought you were going to play basketball with the guys.”
“Got cancelled. I got a different kind of ball game I want to play. You got me all revved up this morning. Do you want to?”
“Duh. So… are we going to play Punishment/Reward?”
“I was thinking, yes. Then maybe go out for a nice dinner at the Van’s?”
“Oooo, steak!”
He laughed. “You and your steak addiction.”
“I like meat,” she said, winking at him. “Yours especially.”
“Okay, baby, let me take a shower and then I’ll call for you when I’m ready.”
Later, they were both naked on their bed; she rolled a die with card markings on top of her nightstand. “Oooh, Queen means vibrating dildo. Oh, man.”
“Little girl is going to get punished fast in this game. Roll to see how many thrusts.”
Angela rolled the two normal dice; she got a four and a three.
“Now the multiplier,” he said.
She rolled a five. “Oh, man. I’m losing this one. Thirty-five thrusts? What happens if I come twice?”
“You get punished twice.”
“Oh, dear.”
A sly grin on his face, Bill grabbed the vibrating toy from the box. “Okay girlie, on your back, legs spread. Let’s get this party started.”
Eagerly anticipating the fun, she rolled onto her back and opened her legs to her husband. He lay down next to her, turned on the plaything and slowly slipped it inside her very wet and receptive sex. She gripped the comforter in both hands and began breathing heavily. She did not want to come more than once. She knew the orgasm was inevitable, but stemming the “damage” would prevent double or triple punishments. Even though the “punishments” were equally as enjoyable. Of course, today with her ass so tender, the punishments could prove a bit more painful.
Bill pushed the toy inside her all the way to the hilt. When it hit her g-spot, she gasped. “Oh, dear, oh, dear, please don’t come, please don’t come.”
The buzzing caused reverberations of bliss to race through her. This was fun!
A huge grin on his face, he said, “One.”
Thirty-four more, no way!
He slid the toy out, then back in. Her toes curled, her orgasm built.
With a wicked glint in his eye, he thrust the toy, in and out, fast, making full-on love to her with the clever device.
On “seven” she erupted into a powerful climax; crying out, bucking up against his hand and the toy; shuddering with delight.
Bill chuckled. “Oh, baby, are you in for it.”
After the delicious sensations abated, he began tormenting her with the toy once more. By the end of it, she came five times, was covered in sweat and could barely get a thought straight in her head. She lay back against the pillowed softness of the king-sized bed; her extremities tingling with satisfaction.
©2011, Michelle Carlyle
Friday, December 31, 2010
Newbie, Part Thirteen
Happy New Year To My Spanky Friends!
Hey guys, how are you all? I’m doing well. Had a fantastic Christmas with the family and I’m looking forward to the new year. I have PROMISED myself I will publish five plus spanking books this year. Hopefully, in the next couple months. I know I keep making these promises, but man, I get so busy. But I must make time for the books!
I hope you guys are all doing fun things tonight. I’m so tired, the Hubby and I are staying in and probably going to bed early. Like maybe right now. I didn’t even want to get up. I swear, all I want to do is hibernate this time of year.
Okay, so onto NEWBIE, soon to be found in Bottoms Up.
Hugs to all of you wonderful people and I wish you the best for the New Year!!
Michelle
Bill towered above her, a deep frown etching his handsome features. He spun the evil wooden paddle in his hands. “Bend it over, honey.” He jerked his head towards the kitchen island.
Angela held up her hands in a defensive gesture, bouncing in place. “But Bill, I swear, I was going to take out the garbage, I got distracted.”
His thick dark brows furrowed to form one large disapproving eyebrow. “Did you or did you not agree to be punished for lying? You told me you’d done it.”
“I did, almost. I mean, it was… I just… Oh, hell. Okay, okay. I guess I didn’t think you were completely serious about lies about garbage. I didn’t know you meant all lies.”
“Lies are lies! You left the bag in the garage and the cat tore into it last night. All you had to do was go another twenty feet and put the damn bag in the can. Then you lied to me and said you’d done it when I asked. I don’t get this.”
“Well, see, I was… I got distracted. Well, and I’d just done my nails and I hate that lid to the can and—“
“So instead of talking to me about it so I could get a better lid for the garbage can and make it easier on you, you just blew off the entire chore and lied to me about it.”
“Well, I emptied all the wastebaskets.”
He pointed dramatically towards the counter. “Bend it over!”
“But Bill, I—“
“Okay, that’s it, pants down,” he added with a menacing look in his eye.
“But, Bill, I—“
“Angela.” It was one word, but the deadly tone he used made it clear he’d reached his limit.
“Okay,” she replied. She reluctantly unbuttoned her jeans, unzipped them and took them down to her thighs. She left her panties up in hopes he’d just let her leave them there.
“Panties, too.”
Well, there went that little fantasy.
She pushed her undies down to mid-thigh and bent over the kitchen counter and screwed up her face in anticipation of the swats.
“You know if you just admitted to what you did, this would have been two pops over your jeans. But since you went on and on about how this wasn’t your fault and that lies about garbage don’t count—knowing full well they do—you’re getting five on this bare ass of yours.”
She turned to him, her mouth open. “Five!”
His blue gaze narrowed. “You want more?”
“No,” she replied quickly.
“Okay, then, count for me.”
He stood next to her, out of her peripheral she saw him wind up. She closed her eyes and clenched her fists.
She heard a slight whoosh; blinding pain scorched her bare behind. Bill was really putting his all into this! This was terrible!
“Count!”
“One!” she cried.
Whoosh-thwack! Searing pain roasted her ass. She cried out, then remembered to count. “Two!”
Every muscle tensed as she anticipated the next blow. The impact was severe, thrusting her hips against the cold cabinetry of the kitchen island. White-hot pain blasted through her. Every nerve jangled, tears stung her eyes. “Three!”
He grunted softly with the next strike; throwing his entire shoulder into the blow. Her body was propelled against the counter; her knees almost buckled from the pain.
“Four!”
The last smack was awesome; harrowing and exacting, incinerating her poor overwhelmed behind. “Five!”
She slumped against the counter, breathing hard to control the throbbing agony.
“Next time, take the damn garbage out and don’t lie to me,” he clipped out at her.
“I will, I promise.”
“Good.” He rubbed a hand over her fiery buns. “Damn this. Every time I see your reddened ass bent over, I lose my mind.”
The paddle clattered to the floor, startling her. She turned around, he’d unzipped his jeans, his hard tool was in his hand, a dark and intensely lustful look of hunger on his handsome face.
He spun her back around, bent her over further, slipping a hand down her front until he reached her sex. Teasing her clit with his supple fingers sent shock waves of desire rippling throughout her sex. Her ass throbbed, the stinging fueling her drive. She spread her legs further apart, arching her back so her ass stuck out more.
Growling deep in his throat, he thrust a finger inside her; he groaned when he found her so wet.
While her body responded to his masterful lovemaking, her brain argued with her. This was not the message she wanted to send him! She should be angry with him, not bending over and submitting to him right after he spanked her.
All those thoughts were obliterated when he circled her hard nub with a talented finger. Crying out, she reached behind her to grab hold of his steely member.
He gasped, knocked her hand away, and pushed himself inside her, pressing hard into her special zone of joy. Moaning loudly, she bit her fist, pounding the other against the granite countertop, trying to stave off her orgasm. Bill plowed into her ruthlessly; she delighted in every stabbing thrust; wanting more and more of him; deeper, harder, faster.
She lost all sense of place and time; spinning in a fog of want. She pictured his tool, his handsome face, his broad shoulders, his rounded pecs, the dark triangle of hair on his beefy chest; all of which sent her over the edge. Her mind and body blasted apart as she came; she pushed back against him, taking him even more deeply inside her.
Bill dug his fingers into her hips and jack-hammered inside her, pummeling her g-spot into his submission. His movements became more frantic as he built to his release; she moved in time to his rhythm, accommodating him, inviting him inside her as far as he could get.
Yelling, he shook, jerked and shuddered, throwing himself into her as he came; sending her right over the edge into another climax. She collapsed against the counter, spent, tired and satiated; he finished his final thrusts, then withdrew.
He slapped her ass a couple times, and bit her neck at the perfect spot, shocking her into another mini-orgasm. She cried out which transformed into a soft moan. She dropped her head to her arms, dizzy and out-of-breath. But very, very happy.
He rubbed her back and petted her head. “You okay, baby?”
“Yes,” she replied in an exhausted tone.
He laughed. “You don’t sound okay.”
“I will be.”
“Damn it, I don’t want to reward you. But when you submit to me, your bare ass bent over, the contrite look on your face—I can’t stand it. I have to have you. Even though I was pretty mad at you, I can’t stop myself. God, I love you, honey.”
He pulled her up off the counter, turned her around and kissed her. Waves of desire coursed through her. What this man could do with a kiss!
©2010, Michelle Carlyle
Hey guys, how are you all? I’m doing well. Had a fantastic Christmas with the family and I’m looking forward to the new year. I have PROMISED myself I will publish five plus spanking books this year. Hopefully, in the next couple months. I know I keep making these promises, but man, I get so busy. But I must make time for the books!
I hope you guys are all doing fun things tonight. I’m so tired, the Hubby and I are staying in and probably going to bed early. Like maybe right now. I didn’t even want to get up. I swear, all I want to do is hibernate this time of year.
Okay, so onto NEWBIE, soon to be found in Bottoms Up.
Hugs to all of you wonderful people and I wish you the best for the New Year!!
Michelle
Bill towered above her, a deep frown etching his handsome features. He spun the evil wooden paddle in his hands. “Bend it over, honey.” He jerked his head towards the kitchen island.
Angela held up her hands in a defensive gesture, bouncing in place. “But Bill, I swear, I was going to take out the garbage, I got distracted.”
His thick dark brows furrowed to form one large disapproving eyebrow. “Did you or did you not agree to be punished for lying? You told me you’d done it.”
“I did, almost. I mean, it was… I just… Oh, hell. Okay, okay. I guess I didn’t think you were completely serious about lies about garbage. I didn’t know you meant all lies.”
“Lies are lies! You left the bag in the garage and the cat tore into it last night. All you had to do was go another twenty feet and put the damn bag in the can. Then you lied to me and said you’d done it when I asked. I don’t get this.”
“Well, see, I was… I got distracted. Well, and I’d just done my nails and I hate that lid to the can and—“
“So instead of talking to me about it so I could get a better lid for the garbage can and make it easier on you, you just blew off the entire chore and lied to me about it.”
“Well, I emptied all the wastebaskets.”
He pointed dramatically towards the counter. “Bend it over!”
“But Bill, I—“
“Okay, that’s it, pants down,” he added with a menacing look in his eye.
“But, Bill, I—“
“Angela.” It was one word, but the deadly tone he used made it clear he’d reached his limit.
“Okay,” she replied. She reluctantly unbuttoned her jeans, unzipped them and took them down to her thighs. She left her panties up in hopes he’d just let her leave them there.
“Panties, too.”
Well, there went that little fantasy.
She pushed her undies down to mid-thigh and bent over the kitchen counter and screwed up her face in anticipation of the swats.
“You know if you just admitted to what you did, this would have been two pops over your jeans. But since you went on and on about how this wasn’t your fault and that lies about garbage don’t count—knowing full well they do—you’re getting five on this bare ass of yours.”
She turned to him, her mouth open. “Five!”
His blue gaze narrowed. “You want more?”
“No,” she replied quickly.
“Okay, then, count for me.”
He stood next to her, out of her peripheral she saw him wind up. She closed her eyes and clenched her fists.
She heard a slight whoosh; blinding pain scorched her bare behind. Bill was really putting his all into this! This was terrible!
“Count!”
“One!” she cried.
Whoosh-thwack! Searing pain roasted her ass. She cried out, then remembered to count. “Two!”
Every muscle tensed as she anticipated the next blow. The impact was severe, thrusting her hips against the cold cabinetry of the kitchen island. White-hot pain blasted through her. Every nerve jangled, tears stung her eyes. “Three!”
He grunted softly with the next strike; throwing his entire shoulder into the blow. Her body was propelled against the counter; her knees almost buckled from the pain.
“Four!”
The last smack was awesome; harrowing and exacting, incinerating her poor overwhelmed behind. “Five!”
She slumped against the counter, breathing hard to control the throbbing agony.
“Next time, take the damn garbage out and don’t lie to me,” he clipped out at her.
“I will, I promise.”
“Good.” He rubbed a hand over her fiery buns. “Damn this. Every time I see your reddened ass bent over, I lose my mind.”
The paddle clattered to the floor, startling her. She turned around, he’d unzipped his jeans, his hard tool was in his hand, a dark and intensely lustful look of hunger on his handsome face.
He spun her back around, bent her over further, slipping a hand down her front until he reached her sex. Teasing her clit with his supple fingers sent shock waves of desire rippling throughout her sex. Her ass throbbed, the stinging fueling her drive. She spread her legs further apart, arching her back so her ass stuck out more.
Growling deep in his throat, he thrust a finger inside her; he groaned when he found her so wet.
While her body responded to his masterful lovemaking, her brain argued with her. This was not the message she wanted to send him! She should be angry with him, not bending over and submitting to him right after he spanked her.
All those thoughts were obliterated when he circled her hard nub with a talented finger. Crying out, she reached behind her to grab hold of his steely member.
He gasped, knocked her hand away, and pushed himself inside her, pressing hard into her special zone of joy. Moaning loudly, she bit her fist, pounding the other against the granite countertop, trying to stave off her orgasm. Bill plowed into her ruthlessly; she delighted in every stabbing thrust; wanting more and more of him; deeper, harder, faster.
She lost all sense of place and time; spinning in a fog of want. She pictured his tool, his handsome face, his broad shoulders, his rounded pecs, the dark triangle of hair on his beefy chest; all of which sent her over the edge. Her mind and body blasted apart as she came; she pushed back against him, taking him even more deeply inside her.
Bill dug his fingers into her hips and jack-hammered inside her, pummeling her g-spot into his submission. His movements became more frantic as he built to his release; she moved in time to his rhythm, accommodating him, inviting him inside her as far as he could get.
Yelling, he shook, jerked and shuddered, throwing himself into her as he came; sending her right over the edge into another climax. She collapsed against the counter, spent, tired and satiated; he finished his final thrusts, then withdrew.
He slapped her ass a couple times, and bit her neck at the perfect spot, shocking her into another mini-orgasm. She cried out which transformed into a soft moan. She dropped her head to her arms, dizzy and out-of-breath. But very, very happy.
He rubbed her back and petted her head. “You okay, baby?”
“Yes,” she replied in an exhausted tone.
He laughed. “You don’t sound okay.”
“I will be.”
“Damn it, I don’t want to reward you. But when you submit to me, your bare ass bent over, the contrite look on your face—I can’t stand it. I have to have you. Even though I was pretty mad at you, I can’t stop myself. God, I love you, honey.”
He pulled her up off the counter, turned her around and kissed her. Waves of desire coursed through her. What this man could do with a kiss!
©2010, Michelle Carlyle
Sunday, December 19, 2010
Newbie, Parts Eleven and Twelve
Hey Cyber Friends!
Happy holidays to you all! Wow, am I busy! With shopping, parties, the whole shebang, but life is good. I am so thankful for all my friends, for my fans, my husband and my home, I can’t tell you. When I think about how crappy things were last year at this time, I can’t believe how much better our lives are now. Hubby loves his job, I love mine, we get to keep our house and everything is finally stable. So for those of you who are suffering through bad times, take it from me, things do get better. And when your life finally turns around, boy, do you appreciate it!
I will not be posting next week due to massive Christmas stuff. I have 20 million people coming for Christmas Eve and about 10 million coming for Christmas Day. But I’m not complaining. I can’t wait to have all these great people destroying, I mean, partying in my house! Yay!!! Christmas!!!
But since we have no New Years plans (Hubby has to work on the 31st) I will be posting on the 31st. So I will see you all then!
Here is the next part of Newbie, soon to be found in Bottoms Up!
Hugs and love to you all,
Michelle
“Honey, I’m going to carry you into the bedroom. Normally, I’d make you stand in that corner for awhile, but this was the most severe I’ve ever punished anyone. Because you deserved it and needed a strong wake-up call. No one ever blew it like this with me. And you’re just not like this. Anyway, your punishment is over and done with and I forgive you.”
Which prompted her to sob with relief.
“Honey, honey, it’s okay,” he said. He picked her up, gathered her into his arms and cradled her. “I won’t hold anything against you, I won’t mention my credit rating again. I am going to leave this issue like it’s handled and we’re going to move on.”
She sobbed harder; so relieved. So happy. She’d blown it and now it was all over and they were moving on. No more guilt, only hard work to make sure the problem didn’t happen again. This was good.
Even though she’d never felt more pain coming from her buns before. Luckily, she’d heal. And in the process heal her bad habits. It was time to grow up.
Thank God for this man.
He picked her up—she still felt boneless—and carried her to their bedroom.
He gently lay her down on the bed. “Turn over and lay on your tummy, honey. I’m gonna go get an icepack and some aspirin.”
Lost in endorphins rushing to her aid, she did as she was told. She floated away, somewhere between residual pain and warm rushes that coursed throughout her body.
She jumped when he laid an icepack on her bare rear. After a second, it felt good. Very good.
“Here, take these, honey,” he said, offering her two aspirin and a bottle of cold water. She eagerly took the medicine, then lay back down, dizzy and exhausted.
“Dinner’s on it’s way, I called out for Chinese.”
Her nausea had begun to subside, food sounded pretty good. Especially food she didn’t have to cook. Still, she didn’t deserve this special treatment.
“I feel guilty,” she croaked. She drank some more water. “Guilty, you’re being too nice to me.”
“I couldn’t be nicer to you, honey. That was only a wake-up call, I wasn’t being mean to you. I was setting limits.”
“I just…”
“We’re done with that. Move on. You’re hurting and I’m going to help you.”
“Thank you.”
“You’re welcome, baby.”
The doorbell rang. Bill disappeared and returned ten minutes later with two plates of steaming hot food. He set one down on the bed. “You aren’t gonna want to sit. Eat right there.”
“Okay,” she said. She began to eat and didn’t stop. She was famished. He vacuumed up his food pretty fast too.
He took her plate and set them on their dressed. He returned to the bed, lay beside and petted her head. “I love you, honey.”
“I love you, too.”
He leaned in and kissed her. The residual pain plus his magnificent kiss ignited a flame of desire in her sex. All at once it hit her. Her entire body hummed with excitement; the punishment’s delayed effect on her libido. Atomic-powered lust exploded within her. Her deep-seated passion for submission; the way her body glowed now from the punishment in conjunction with sharp notes of lingering pain caused her hormones to jump into over-drive. She wanted him inside her. Hard and fast and punishing, she wanted him to make love to her.
Tuned into her, Bill ran a hand over her hot rear and dropped a hand between her legs; smiling into her mouth when he found his prize so wet.
He slid his finger inside her; tantalizing sensations rocketed through her. Dizzy, her head fell to the pillow; she ground her hips against the mattress.
Bill withdrew from her sex and gently pushed her onto her back. When her sizzling skin touched the silky material of the comforter, a shock went through her nether-regions; the spanking’s effect juicing her sex drive full-on. She fell back into a lake of want, floating in pure desire.
He moved her legs apart and settled in, gazing at her sex, his eyes alight with lust. He pushed her tender folds aside, his dexterous and very long tongue touched her engorged nub. Her entire body jerked upwards; it was like she’d stuck her clit in a light socket of joy. Just as electric pulses of pain raced through her body during her punishment, now it was electric pulses of longing. Crazy hunger gripped her entire being.
Bill carefully teased her folds; slowly, sweetly making her whole system sing. Quickly she climbed the ladder of nirvana; her orgasm building fast.
He launched an exquisite torrent of licks on her tiny head; her entire consciousness blew apart. Screaming, quaking, writhing, bucking, she scissored his head, grabbing him, rubbing herself against his mouth. Wringing every last bit of feeling out of the climax.
Her womb spasmed for the longest time; sending charges of delight through her clit. She fell back against the softness of the bed, basking in the hot afterglow of one of the best orgasms of her life.
Bill climbed on top, gently eased her legs apart and slipped his gigantic tool inside her.
Immediately, her body came alive; she was right back on that precipice of coming. Throwing her head back against the pillows, she squealed with yips of rapture; each thrust causing her to exclaim her bliss and love of her husband.
Surrendering, submitting to him, Bill grabbed her wrists and pinned them to the bed, driving inside her, faster and faster. His gaze dark and feral; each thrust was aimed perfectly to elicit the perfect response in her. He never missed his target. Closer and closer she rose to the climax, abruptly blasting into a hellacious orgasm.
Her screams turned to rasps, her throat worn out from her punishment. He continued to plow her depths; his thrusts growing more violent, his teeth gritted, his face red. She allowed herself to take the ride with him, building again toward ecstasy.
His body jerked frantically against her with his release; pummeling her g-spot, causing her to burst into a bomb of an orgasm; bucking up against him, allowing him inside her as far as he could get. He hammered her, again and again, gradually decreasing until his last thrusts were gentle and loving.
He let go of her wrists, fell beside her, gathering her into his arms. “God I love you, baby,” he said in a harsh whisper, his voice urgent.
“I love you,” she croaked hoarsely. “Can’t… talk.”
Crushing her to him, he kissed the side of her face. “I’ll get my baby some wine. You want wine?”
She nodded, but clung to him.
“You want me to stay for a bit first?”
She hugged him harder.
They stayed in an embrace, their sweat-slicked bodies slippery and hot against each other. He kissed her neck and face, nuzzling her, cuddling her.
Even though the length of his body was pressed against hers, she began to get cold.
“You cold, baby?” he asked a second after she noticed.
“Yeah,” she whispered.
“Here, you get under the covers, I’m gonna go get us some drinks.” He slipped out of her grip and lifted the covers for her. The room spinning, she somehow got under the covers, collapsing on her side.
What a work out!
Bill laughed. “You look half-dead, honey.”
“I am,” she whispered, closing her eyes.
A while later, she felt his weight on the bed, a rush of cold air blasted her sweaty body as he climbed in next to her.
“Here, baby, I got you a mimosa.”
Her eyes flew open, she eagerly reached for the tall glass of orange bliss, causing him to chuckle. “Well, that made you come alive.”
The cool, bubbly sweet liquid slid down her parched throat, putting out the fire within. The scent of orange and champagne filled her senses; the coolness in her belly felt wonderful.
“Mmmmm,” she said, taking another long draw.
Her brain began to percolate again. She sat up next to him; a wave of pain from her tender ass caused her to wince. “Wow, that’s sore.”
He smiled. “Yeah, and it will be for a long time, baby. You’ll need a new chair at work.”
“Oh, God, work! I’ll have to come up with some excuse.”
“You fell on the back patio, slipping after you watered.”
“Good one.”
“Or you could just say your husband spanked you because you ruined his credit rating.”
She shook her head. “Uh, no.”
“I’m sorry, I said I wasn’t going to mention that again.”
She intertwined her legs with his. “No worries, baby.”
“You learn your lesson?” He rubbed her back gently.
“Uh, yeah.”
“I hope I never have to do that to you again.”
“Me, too.”
He brushed some red hair out of her eyes. “So how are you going to make sure it doesn’t happen again?”
“I’m going to make a chart of all my expenses and set up a calendar so I never forget again.”
He smiled, his entire handsome face lit up. “Good girl. That’s a great idea.”
“I’m glad you approve.”
“Maybe this isn’t the time, but I wanted to bring up something.”
“Uh, oh.”
“There have been some times recently where you… well, got kinda lazy. You know when we were cleaning the garage the other day? And you pretended to go inside to get something?”
“Damn.”
He laughed. “Honey, I’m getting to know you and your little games. Now in the future, I want to spank you for those. Not at all like today. Maybe one or two pops with the paddle, depending on the infraction, over your pants. Or if I really catch you slacking off, maybe panties off. I’ll determine that at the time.”
“I don’t like it, but I’ll submit to it. I don’t like disappointing you. I’d like to stop my sneaky childish ways. I mean, it’s embarrassing when you bring it up like that. You work so hard and are so meticulous and together… I’ve just…”
“You’re just not working up to your potential.”
“No, I’m not. And I know that.” She nodded, warming to the idea. She could totally take one or two pops with that dreadful thing. “Hopefully there will come a time where you won’t ever need to do that. Only during sex.”
He smiled and took her glass from her hand and set it on the nightstand. He brought her to him and kissed her. “I love you, baby.”
“I love you, Bill.”
©2010, Michelle Carlyle
Happy holidays to you all! Wow, am I busy! With shopping, parties, the whole shebang, but life is good. I am so thankful for all my friends, for my fans, my husband and my home, I can’t tell you. When I think about how crappy things were last year at this time, I can’t believe how much better our lives are now. Hubby loves his job, I love mine, we get to keep our house and everything is finally stable. So for those of you who are suffering through bad times, take it from me, things do get better. And when your life finally turns around, boy, do you appreciate it!
I will not be posting next week due to massive Christmas stuff. I have 20 million people coming for Christmas Eve and about 10 million coming for Christmas Day. But I’m not complaining. I can’t wait to have all these great people destroying, I mean, partying in my house! Yay!!! Christmas!!!
But since we have no New Years plans (Hubby has to work on the 31st) I will be posting on the 31st. So I will see you all then!
Here is the next part of Newbie, soon to be found in Bottoms Up!
Hugs and love to you all,
Michelle
“Honey, I’m going to carry you into the bedroom. Normally, I’d make you stand in that corner for awhile, but this was the most severe I’ve ever punished anyone. Because you deserved it and needed a strong wake-up call. No one ever blew it like this with me. And you’re just not like this. Anyway, your punishment is over and done with and I forgive you.”
Which prompted her to sob with relief.
“Honey, honey, it’s okay,” he said. He picked her up, gathered her into his arms and cradled her. “I won’t hold anything against you, I won’t mention my credit rating again. I am going to leave this issue like it’s handled and we’re going to move on.”
She sobbed harder; so relieved. So happy. She’d blown it and now it was all over and they were moving on. No more guilt, only hard work to make sure the problem didn’t happen again. This was good.
Even though she’d never felt more pain coming from her buns before. Luckily, she’d heal. And in the process heal her bad habits. It was time to grow up.
Thank God for this man.
He picked her up—she still felt boneless—and carried her to their bedroom.
He gently lay her down on the bed. “Turn over and lay on your tummy, honey. I’m gonna go get an icepack and some aspirin.”
Lost in endorphins rushing to her aid, she did as she was told. She floated away, somewhere between residual pain and warm rushes that coursed throughout her body.
She jumped when he laid an icepack on her bare rear. After a second, it felt good. Very good.
“Here, take these, honey,” he said, offering her two aspirin and a bottle of cold water. She eagerly took the medicine, then lay back down, dizzy and exhausted.
“Dinner’s on it’s way, I called out for Chinese.”
Her nausea had begun to subside, food sounded pretty good. Especially food she didn’t have to cook. Still, she didn’t deserve this special treatment.
“I feel guilty,” she croaked. She drank some more water. “Guilty, you’re being too nice to me.”
“I couldn’t be nicer to you, honey. That was only a wake-up call, I wasn’t being mean to you. I was setting limits.”
“I just…”
“We’re done with that. Move on. You’re hurting and I’m going to help you.”
“Thank you.”
“You’re welcome, baby.”
The doorbell rang. Bill disappeared and returned ten minutes later with two plates of steaming hot food. He set one down on the bed. “You aren’t gonna want to sit. Eat right there.”
“Okay,” she said. She began to eat and didn’t stop. She was famished. He vacuumed up his food pretty fast too.
He took her plate and set them on their dressed. He returned to the bed, lay beside and petted her head. “I love you, honey.”
“I love you, too.”
He leaned in and kissed her. The residual pain plus his magnificent kiss ignited a flame of desire in her sex. All at once it hit her. Her entire body hummed with excitement; the punishment’s delayed effect on her libido. Atomic-powered lust exploded within her. Her deep-seated passion for submission; the way her body glowed now from the punishment in conjunction with sharp notes of lingering pain caused her hormones to jump into over-drive. She wanted him inside her. Hard and fast and punishing, she wanted him to make love to her.
Tuned into her, Bill ran a hand over her hot rear and dropped a hand between her legs; smiling into her mouth when he found his prize so wet.
He slid his finger inside her; tantalizing sensations rocketed through her. Dizzy, her head fell to the pillow; she ground her hips against the mattress.
Bill withdrew from her sex and gently pushed her onto her back. When her sizzling skin touched the silky material of the comforter, a shock went through her nether-regions; the spanking’s effect juicing her sex drive full-on. She fell back into a lake of want, floating in pure desire.
He moved her legs apart and settled in, gazing at her sex, his eyes alight with lust. He pushed her tender folds aside, his dexterous and very long tongue touched her engorged nub. Her entire body jerked upwards; it was like she’d stuck her clit in a light socket of joy. Just as electric pulses of pain raced through her body during her punishment, now it was electric pulses of longing. Crazy hunger gripped her entire being.
Bill carefully teased her folds; slowly, sweetly making her whole system sing. Quickly she climbed the ladder of nirvana; her orgasm building fast.
He launched an exquisite torrent of licks on her tiny head; her entire consciousness blew apart. Screaming, quaking, writhing, bucking, she scissored his head, grabbing him, rubbing herself against his mouth. Wringing every last bit of feeling out of the climax.
Her womb spasmed for the longest time; sending charges of delight through her clit. She fell back against the softness of the bed, basking in the hot afterglow of one of the best orgasms of her life.
Bill climbed on top, gently eased her legs apart and slipped his gigantic tool inside her.
Immediately, her body came alive; she was right back on that precipice of coming. Throwing her head back against the pillows, she squealed with yips of rapture; each thrust causing her to exclaim her bliss and love of her husband.
Surrendering, submitting to him, Bill grabbed her wrists and pinned them to the bed, driving inside her, faster and faster. His gaze dark and feral; each thrust was aimed perfectly to elicit the perfect response in her. He never missed his target. Closer and closer she rose to the climax, abruptly blasting into a hellacious orgasm.
Her screams turned to rasps, her throat worn out from her punishment. He continued to plow her depths; his thrusts growing more violent, his teeth gritted, his face red. She allowed herself to take the ride with him, building again toward ecstasy.
His body jerked frantically against her with his release; pummeling her g-spot, causing her to burst into a bomb of an orgasm; bucking up against him, allowing him inside her as far as he could get. He hammered her, again and again, gradually decreasing until his last thrusts were gentle and loving.
He let go of her wrists, fell beside her, gathering her into his arms. “God I love you, baby,” he said in a harsh whisper, his voice urgent.
“I love you,” she croaked hoarsely. “Can’t… talk.”
Crushing her to him, he kissed the side of her face. “I’ll get my baby some wine. You want wine?”
She nodded, but clung to him.
“You want me to stay for a bit first?”
She hugged him harder.
They stayed in an embrace, their sweat-slicked bodies slippery and hot against each other. He kissed her neck and face, nuzzling her, cuddling her.
Even though the length of his body was pressed against hers, she began to get cold.
“You cold, baby?” he asked a second after she noticed.
“Yeah,” she whispered.
“Here, you get under the covers, I’m gonna go get us some drinks.” He slipped out of her grip and lifted the covers for her. The room spinning, she somehow got under the covers, collapsing on her side.
What a work out!
Bill laughed. “You look half-dead, honey.”
“I am,” she whispered, closing her eyes.
A while later, she felt his weight on the bed, a rush of cold air blasted her sweaty body as he climbed in next to her.
“Here, baby, I got you a mimosa.”
Her eyes flew open, she eagerly reached for the tall glass of orange bliss, causing him to chuckle. “Well, that made you come alive.”
The cool, bubbly sweet liquid slid down her parched throat, putting out the fire within. The scent of orange and champagne filled her senses; the coolness in her belly felt wonderful.
“Mmmmm,” she said, taking another long draw.
Her brain began to percolate again. She sat up next to him; a wave of pain from her tender ass caused her to wince. “Wow, that’s sore.”
He smiled. “Yeah, and it will be for a long time, baby. You’ll need a new chair at work.”
“Oh, God, work! I’ll have to come up with some excuse.”
“You fell on the back patio, slipping after you watered.”
“Good one.”
“Or you could just say your husband spanked you because you ruined his credit rating.”
She shook her head. “Uh, no.”
“I’m sorry, I said I wasn’t going to mention that again.”
She intertwined her legs with his. “No worries, baby.”
“You learn your lesson?” He rubbed her back gently.
“Uh, yeah.”
“I hope I never have to do that to you again.”
“Me, too.”
He brushed some red hair out of her eyes. “So how are you going to make sure it doesn’t happen again?”
“I’m going to make a chart of all my expenses and set up a calendar so I never forget again.”
He smiled, his entire handsome face lit up. “Good girl. That’s a great idea.”
“I’m glad you approve.”
“Maybe this isn’t the time, but I wanted to bring up something.”
“Uh, oh.”
“There have been some times recently where you… well, got kinda lazy. You know when we were cleaning the garage the other day? And you pretended to go inside to get something?”
“Damn.”
He laughed. “Honey, I’m getting to know you and your little games. Now in the future, I want to spank you for those. Not at all like today. Maybe one or two pops with the paddle, depending on the infraction, over your pants. Or if I really catch you slacking off, maybe panties off. I’ll determine that at the time.”
“I don’t like it, but I’ll submit to it. I don’t like disappointing you. I’d like to stop my sneaky childish ways. I mean, it’s embarrassing when you bring it up like that. You work so hard and are so meticulous and together… I’ve just…”
“You’re just not working up to your potential.”
“No, I’m not. And I know that.” She nodded, warming to the idea. She could totally take one or two pops with that dreadful thing. “Hopefully there will come a time where you won’t ever need to do that. Only during sex.”
He smiled and took her glass from her hand and set it on the nightstand. He brought her to him and kissed her. “I love you, baby.”
“I love you, Bill.”
©2010, Michelle Carlyle
Sunday, December 12, 2010
Newbie, Part Ten
Hey Guys and Gals!
Sorry I didn’t post on Friday, I was super busy from the time I woke up until I collapsed in bed at night. Same for Saturday. This was the first chance I’ve had. Christmas has completely eaten my life. CRAZY.
So here’s the continuation of Newbie, soon to be found in Bottoms Up. Next week, I may be late as well, I’m having ten people for dinner and will be insane. Well, more insane than normal. And then I’m going to skip a week because I have 28 people coming to my house Christmas Eve and will not have the bandwidth for blogging. But I’ll post a bigger chunk next weekend to compensate.
I hope you’re all doing fine and dandy and are happy. And are being spanked or are spanking deserving behinds regularly.
Hugs and love to you,
Michelle
Angela turned, wishing she hadn’t looked into his face. Bill was still furious with her. She walked by him, her eyes down and that’s when she saw the wooden paddle in his hand.
The paddle seemed gigantic. While it was about eighteen inches long, the business end about five inches across and at least a half an inch thick, it seemed like it was six feet long and as wide as the dining table. She’d never seen anything scarier.
“Y-y-you’re going to,” she gulped, “s-spank me with THAT?”
“You bet your hurt little ass I am. This punishment is for you, not me. My hand couldn’t take seventy-five of the kind I want to give you. And no, you won’t be sitting for some time.”
She began to cry. Her tears had no effect on him.
“Get in there and stop dawdling.”
Somehow she managed to walk into the living room. If she hadn’t been naked, she would have run for the door. And kept running.
“Over to the couch.”
Bill walked past her and sat down on their large leather couch. She reluctantly walked over to him. He leaned back and gestured for her to lie down across his lap. Her whole body shook with fear as she lowered herself down.
Bill took his time settling her. He adjusted her hips, his knee, getting her into the perfect position. He locked his arm across her back and pinned her legs with one of his.
“You try to get away and I start all over. You will take this because you deserve it. Now I’m giving you seventy-five. And each one is going to hurt like nothing else ever has.”
He moved to one side as he brought his arm back. She heard a whoosh and then her buns exploded with pain. She yelped, her toes curling, her whole body tensed. How the hell could she take seventy-four more like this? He paused a moment and let the ripples of pain echo throughout her body. Horrible.
Bill let her have it again. She shrieked, her butt burning with agony she’d never felt before in her life. He let the pain do its work, then smacked her again. She cried out, kicking her legs.
“No moving!” he ordered, punctuating his demand with a thunderous spank to her rear with his evil paddle.
She yowled. Bill got into an awful rhythm with his punishment. He worked her poor ass from top to bottom scorching her ass like he was branding it with a red-hot waffle iron. He wailed on the top, then fired into her sit spots.
The agony was unbelievable. White spots danced in her vision, she was so close to puking it wasn’t funny. She howled and cried and bellowed, but Bill didn’t skip a beat. He was doing a job, a job he took very seriously. None of the tenderness he normally displayed was evident tonight. He was punishing her all right. She’d never experienced anything so horrendous in her life.
And yet, the entire time, she knew she’d caused this. She’d walked right into it. She made this happen. She’d hurt him and their credit and their future and now she was being punished for it.
Bill put his entire body and shoulder into his strikes; each one caused her entire body to jump. She was bent so far over, her ass so high, each strike was excruciating.
Thwack! The flat of the paddle was so large, it impacted both buns at once; jolting her system with electric shocks of agony.
He allowed the paddle to travel a bit, up and down, roasting her poor butt. He spanked her sit spots, her upper thighs and the top of her ass, obliterating the entire area with torturous smacks.
Blistering pain coursed through her; her body convulsed with sobs and poured with sweat.
Soon, she couldn’t reflect on the experience, or get a thought straight in her head, she couldn’t do anything but cry and wail. Every nerve was on fire, her fists balled, her entire body shook, tears poured from her eyes.
Finally, she surrendered to her fate. It was no use kicking or balling her fists or tensing up. He wouldn’t stop. It didn’t help with the pain. She allowed herself to drape across his lap, limp as a noodle. Besides, there no fight left in her. She’d just take it. She deserved it and she’d take it.
Not long afterwards, he said, “Seventy-five!” and threw the paddle aside. She almost didn’t notice. The pain was so overwhelming; his spanks lingered on. The pain was still excruciating. She lay there moaning and crying softly, half-dead.
“Good girl,” he said as if he were talking from one end of a long tube. Her hearing was a bit wonky; she’d deafened herself during the event.
“You took that, honey. I’m proud of you. You took it well. You didn’t fight me, you didn’t threaten me, you didn’t beg me to stop, you just took it. Good girl. You may have let yourself down before, but you aren’t now. You know you needed this to stop. You needed me to help you intervene before you really hurt us. You took this because you know you deserved it. And I’m really happy that you saw what you did was wrong and didn’t try to run away from the blame.”
He gently placed a hand on her burning buns, she jerked from the contact. The pain had just slightly begun to ease. She was so bruised and sensitive, it wasn’t funny. Just his light touch hurt.
“Easy, easy, baby, easy. I got you bad here.” He rubbed her butt and the pain began to melt.
“Honey, I’m going to carry you into the bedroom. Normally, I’d make you stand in that corner for awhile, but this was the most severe I’ve ever punished anyone. Because you deserved it and needed a strong wake-up call. No one ever blew it like this with me. And you’re just not like this. Anyway, your punishment is over and done with and I forgive you.”
She sobbed with relief.
©2010, Michelle Carlyle
Sorry I didn’t post on Friday, I was super busy from the time I woke up until I collapsed in bed at night. Same for Saturday. This was the first chance I’ve had. Christmas has completely eaten my life. CRAZY.
So here’s the continuation of Newbie, soon to be found in Bottoms Up. Next week, I may be late as well, I’m having ten people for dinner and will be insane. Well, more insane than normal. And then I’m going to skip a week because I have 28 people coming to my house Christmas Eve and will not have the bandwidth for blogging. But I’ll post a bigger chunk next weekend to compensate.
I hope you’re all doing fine and dandy and are happy. And are being spanked or are spanking deserving behinds regularly.
Hugs and love to you,
Michelle
Angela turned, wishing she hadn’t looked into his face. Bill was still furious with her. She walked by him, her eyes down and that’s when she saw the wooden paddle in his hand.
The paddle seemed gigantic. While it was about eighteen inches long, the business end about five inches across and at least a half an inch thick, it seemed like it was six feet long and as wide as the dining table. She’d never seen anything scarier.
“Y-y-you’re going to,” she gulped, “s-spank me with THAT?”
“You bet your hurt little ass I am. This punishment is for you, not me. My hand couldn’t take seventy-five of the kind I want to give you. And no, you won’t be sitting for some time.”
She began to cry. Her tears had no effect on him.
“Get in there and stop dawdling.”
Somehow she managed to walk into the living room. If she hadn’t been naked, she would have run for the door. And kept running.
“Over to the couch.”
Bill walked past her and sat down on their large leather couch. She reluctantly walked over to him. He leaned back and gestured for her to lie down across his lap. Her whole body shook with fear as she lowered herself down.
Bill took his time settling her. He adjusted her hips, his knee, getting her into the perfect position. He locked his arm across her back and pinned her legs with one of his.
“You try to get away and I start all over. You will take this because you deserve it. Now I’m giving you seventy-five. And each one is going to hurt like nothing else ever has.”
He moved to one side as he brought his arm back. She heard a whoosh and then her buns exploded with pain. She yelped, her toes curling, her whole body tensed. How the hell could she take seventy-four more like this? He paused a moment and let the ripples of pain echo throughout her body. Horrible.
Bill let her have it again. She shrieked, her butt burning with agony she’d never felt before in her life. He let the pain do its work, then smacked her again. She cried out, kicking her legs.
“No moving!” he ordered, punctuating his demand with a thunderous spank to her rear with his evil paddle.
She yowled. Bill got into an awful rhythm with his punishment. He worked her poor ass from top to bottom scorching her ass like he was branding it with a red-hot waffle iron. He wailed on the top, then fired into her sit spots.
The agony was unbelievable. White spots danced in her vision, she was so close to puking it wasn’t funny. She howled and cried and bellowed, but Bill didn’t skip a beat. He was doing a job, a job he took very seriously. None of the tenderness he normally displayed was evident tonight. He was punishing her all right. She’d never experienced anything so horrendous in her life.
And yet, the entire time, she knew she’d caused this. She’d walked right into it. She made this happen. She’d hurt him and their credit and their future and now she was being punished for it.
Bill put his entire body and shoulder into his strikes; each one caused her entire body to jump. She was bent so far over, her ass so high, each strike was excruciating.
Thwack! The flat of the paddle was so large, it impacted both buns at once; jolting her system with electric shocks of agony.
He allowed the paddle to travel a bit, up and down, roasting her poor butt. He spanked her sit spots, her upper thighs and the top of her ass, obliterating the entire area with torturous smacks.
Blistering pain coursed through her; her body convulsed with sobs and poured with sweat.
Soon, she couldn’t reflect on the experience, or get a thought straight in her head, she couldn’t do anything but cry and wail. Every nerve was on fire, her fists balled, her entire body shook, tears poured from her eyes.
Finally, she surrendered to her fate. It was no use kicking or balling her fists or tensing up. He wouldn’t stop. It didn’t help with the pain. She allowed herself to drape across his lap, limp as a noodle. Besides, there no fight left in her. She’d just take it. She deserved it and she’d take it.
Not long afterwards, he said, “Seventy-five!” and threw the paddle aside. She almost didn’t notice. The pain was so overwhelming; his spanks lingered on. The pain was still excruciating. She lay there moaning and crying softly, half-dead.
“Good girl,” he said as if he were talking from one end of a long tube. Her hearing was a bit wonky; she’d deafened herself during the event.
“You took that, honey. I’m proud of you. You took it well. You didn’t fight me, you didn’t threaten me, you didn’t beg me to stop, you just took it. Good girl. You may have let yourself down before, but you aren’t now. You know you needed this to stop. You needed me to help you intervene before you really hurt us. You took this because you know you deserved it. And I’m really happy that you saw what you did was wrong and didn’t try to run away from the blame.”
He gently placed a hand on her burning buns, she jerked from the contact. The pain had just slightly begun to ease. She was so bruised and sensitive, it wasn’t funny. Just his light touch hurt.
“Easy, easy, baby, easy. I got you bad here.” He rubbed her butt and the pain began to melt.
“Honey, I’m going to carry you into the bedroom. Normally, I’d make you stand in that corner for awhile, but this was the most severe I’ve ever punished anyone. Because you deserved it and needed a strong wake-up call. No one ever blew it like this with me. And you’re just not like this. Anyway, your punishment is over and done with and I forgive you.”
She sobbed with relief.
©2010, Michelle Carlyle
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