Spankos!
Here’s one of my favorite stories you’ve never read called Frenemies and it’s a twelve-parter. It will appear in my tenth book called Pushing Boundaries, out in…um…a while. So here’s a sneak peek at a future book!
I hope you’re all doing well. Hubby is flying off to Germany so I’m home alone this week. How am I starting this week off? With a party, of course! Girls Wine Walk. We’re starting at a neighbor’s house with wine and appetizers and then walking down here to my place for more wine and appetizers. Fun!
So I need to hurry, take him to the airport and then come back and clean my house. Wheee! Par-tay! Hopefully, it will help me feel less lonely. This will be the first week we’ve been away from each other since 1988. Yes, 1988. Scary, huh?
Have a great one, darlings!
Hugs to you all!
Michelle
Zoë sat on her back porch and watched Bryce as he laid in the sun and read on a chaise on the lawn below her. His awesome pecs gleamed in the sunlight. His ripped belly beckoned to her. His tight jeans left nothing to the imagination. The man was packing.
Too bad he was a jerk. And the bossiest man she’d ever encountered. So what if he was trying to keep her alive? He didn’t have to micromanage her every move.
“So can I go to the mall?”
His lips twitched with irritation, but he didn’t look up from the paper. “No. For the twentieth time.”
“Bryce, I have to get some new shoes.”
He finally set down the paper and turned to her, seeming exasperated. “I took you shopping last week and you bought five pairs. Besides, I told you, there have been more threats. Roland’s enemies still think you know where his hard drive is. And they’re willing to torture you to death to find out.”
“Will you stop with the lurid warnings?”
“No. Because they’re the truth. And you seem to keep forgetting that you almost got shot no more than a month ago. And almost kidnapped a week after that and your store was bombed. I don’t restrict your movements for the fun of it, Zoë. I do it because I’m trying to keep you alive.”
“And so you have someone to torment.”
He sighed and returned to his paper. “That’s just an added bonus.” He grinned, and then shot her a cute look.
Her heart beat faster, her body turned to jelly and a zing went through her sex. Immediately following, a spike of anger blazed her. She did not want to want the man. They’d been adversaries for years. Such irony to be thrown together with the guy. Who would have ever thought her enemy would become her bodyguard?
She knew the answer, only through Roland’s death. A twist of grief roiled through her belly. God, she missed him. This had been the longest year of her life.
But she still couldn’t figure out why Bryce was the one protecting her. Out of all of Roland’s associates, how did he get chosen as the point person? While he’d been Roland’s best friend, he’d never liked her. He’d made that clear in the beginning. He didn’t think she was good enough for Roland. Which had pissed her off. And had made Bryce her favorite target. Whenever he came to dinner, she teased him mercilessly. Accidentally spilled things on him. She loved watching his face go red with anger.
And unfortunately, she’d always been attracted to him. With his symmetrical features, quick wit and those delicious mahogany eyes and sinful mouth, during many dinners she’d find herself staring at him, wondering what he’d kiss like. Which always made her feel guilty as hell.
She cracked a peanut shell and popped the contents in her mouth. Why the hell had she fallen in love with a mercenary? Super poor planning. But she had no idea how she could have avoided it, not once she met Roland.
“So how long before I can go out again?”
He didn’t look up. “Soon.”
“That isn’t an answer.”
He pursed his lips and sighed. “Why don’t you read?”
“I’ve read all the books I’ve wanted to, I’ve watched enough TV to melt my brain and I’ve surfed the Internet until my eyes were crossed. I want to run my store is what I want to do but that was firebombed. I’m not used to sitting around.”
“So garden. You keep bitching about the weeds taking over.”
“I hate weeding.”
“I can’t help you.”
“Why can’t we take a walk?”
“Because the other guys aren’t free until tomorrow. I only have one other backup and that isn’t enough. I told you this. I brought you six new magazines this morning, look at those.”
“I don’t want to.”
“I’m ignoring you now.”
“Fine.” She picked up a magazine and thumbed through it, but it didn’t hold her attention. She cracked another peanut shell. Picking out a nut, she glanced over at Bryce. Perfect as always. Man always put himself together so well. Meticulous about his appearance.
An evil thought went through her head. She knew what would entertain her. She tossed the peanut at him and it bounced off his shoulder. She quickly returned to her magazine.
Out of the corner of her eye, she saw him look at her. She stifled a giggle.
She shelled another peanut. Aiming for his head, she threw it. She got him in the neck. She ditched behind her magazine. She could feel his fiery gaze. A chuckle escaped her lips.
She shelled another nut and perused his amazing body, wondering which part to hit.
Without looking up from his paper, he said, “Before you toss another one of those at me, ask yourself this: Do I want to be chased down and spanked by Bryce? If the answer is no, then knock it off.”
“Assuming you could catch me.”
He angled a dark glance at her. “Assume I can.” He returned to his paper.
She twisted her mouth and considered his warning. Bryce would spank her. Which would be fun but would be inviting sexual play and the tension between them was already high. She’d caught him staring at her boobs and butt in recent weeks. And it wasn’t a brotherly look. She’d always suspected the reason they fought so much was because he was as attracted to her as she was to him.
But she couldn’t think of anything more stupid than to fall in bed with Bryce. He was a dictator. A total control freak. They’d probably have stupendous fun in the sack, but out, they’d annihilate each other.
Zoë needed to forget that little idea. She picked up the magazine, but after a long minute, she realized that she hadn’t read a word of it. As if some evil demon possessed her, she lobbed a peanut at Bryce and nailed him in the side of the head. And immediately regretted it.
He slowly turned towards her, his dark gaze narrowed, his mouth set.
Adrenaline jolted her system, her heart jump-started and she leapt to her feet.
Without taking his eyes from hers, Bryce got up and a wicked grin came over his full lips. He looked like a hungry jungle cat.
© 2011, Michelle Carlyle
Friday, June 24, 2011
Friday, June 17, 2011
Princess Lisa, Conclusion
Hello Out There!
Hey guys, hope all is well. Here’s the conclusion of Princess Lisa. Next week, we start a new story.
Have a great weekend,
Michelle
Sweaty, he collapsed on top of her and hugged her hard. “God, I love you, baby. I can’t get enough of you.”
“I love you, Jake. God, you’re so good. Oh, that was fun.”
He pulled away to grin down at her. “Yeah, you said it. Damn, you’re one hot number, little girl.”
He kissed her hard, she relished the feel of his strong tongue as he ravaged her mouth. He was so hot! With his long dark hair, goatee and devilish blue eyes, the man was a freakin’ centerfold.
He rolled off her. “I’m callin’ out for pizza. But tomorrow night, I expect dinner to be waiting for me when I get home. And no freakin’ frozen crap. I want a home-cooked meal. The kind you used to make before you got lazy.” He walked out of the room, then headed back. “Come to think of it, all this laziness of yours started when you started hangin’ out with Sophie. I’m not sure she’s a good influence on you. I like Henry, but Sophie’s got a princess complex. Just because she’s got Henry wrapped around her little finger, don’t expect me to be wrapped, you got that?” he said, jabbing a long finger her way.
Lisa snorted and rolled her eyes. “Honey, we’re two separate people. I don’t get influenced. And I’m not lazy. I’ve just gotten a bit distracted. But you got my focus back. Don’t worry. I’m back, I’ll do what needs to be done around here. And I’m sorry I let it go. Won’t happen again.”
He grinned. “Good. Good.” He turned and left the room.
She stuck out her tongue at his retreating back. A princess complex. No. Sophie just got treated better. There had to be someway to manipulate Jake into allowing her to hire a housekeeper. Wait a minute. Why did he have to know? She could have the house cleaned while he was running his shop. He never came home during the day. She was a genius! A genius!
The next day, in the early afternoon, Lisa sunned herself in the back yard on a chaise (with extra cushions for her very tender rear) letting her toenails dry while the cleaning lady finished up her house. Sipping on her tall ice tea, she giggled. This was so smart! She glanced at the list Jake had left for her. The housecleaner was taking care of everything but the dinner. And she’d outsmarted Jake on that, too. After the housecleaner left, she’d stop by Boston Market, take the food and slip it into her own cookware and voila! A home-cooked meal. Hee!
Earlier, she’d stopped by Sophie’s to pick up her purchases. She’d just gotten home when the housecleaner arrived. Once the maid left, she’d unload the bags, go get dinner and she’d still have two hours to watch Oprah and the news before Jake got home. She sighed. This was so easy, why hadn’t she thought of it before? The Secret Princess, she called herself. Damn, she was good. Serve him right for spanking her. The big, dumb jerk.
Lisa looked at her watch. Two. That darn housecleaner was taking forever. She’d better not miss Oprah. She got up, went into the house and found the maid mopping the kitchen floor. Good. The last thing on the list.
Lisa headed upstairs to her very clean bedroom. Everything looked great. She retrieved the bags from her closet and threw them on the bed. Upending each one, she spread the contents out and admired her purchases. Grabbing her favorite, the most darling print skirt, she held it up to herself and looked in the full-length mirror. Adorable.
“Very nice, baby. Where’d you get it?” came a deep voice from the doorway.
Screaming, she threw the skirt into the air and spun in place. Heart slamming her rib cage, her entire body shaking, she couldn’t believe what she saw. Jake stood in the doorway, leaning against the jamb, a steely look in his blue gaze.
She couldn’t speak. She could only stare.
“Mrs. Bonner?” came the housecleaner’s voice from downstairs. “I’m through with everything on the list and I’d like to be paid now.”
Jake didn’t move and neither did she. His eyes narrowed, he made a small movement with his head. “Go on and pay her. Then get right back here. We clearly have some issues that need to be resolved.”
Lisa had no memory of the trip downstairs, paying the woman or returning to the bedroom. It was all a fog. But she snapped out of her daze when she saw what Jake held in his hands: a large, wooden paddle. Where the hell had that come from?
“Naked now and bend over that bed. Not one word,” he warned.
Shaking, dizzy, she somehow stripped and bent over the bed. She could barely comprehend the trouble she was in.
Harrowing pain incinerated her poor ass. The flat of that horrible wooden paddle exceeded the strength of his hand by about twenty fold. He smacked her taut rear and the back of her legs so hard, each hit pushed her forward. Every muscle tensed, her stomach twisted, she instantly got nauseous. Wow, she’d never felt the likes of it before. Unbelievable force, outrageous pain.
“Seems as if someone didn’t get the message last night.”
A searing series of awesome strikes annihilated her poor buns. Felt like he’d thrown gasoline on her ass and lit it with a blowtorch.
“Good thing I bought this paddle, my hand couldn’t take what I’m about to dole out on this disobedient little ass of yours. Now who’s the boss?” he demanded, strafing her ass with a punishing round of solid hits to her sit spots.
She screamed so loud, she shook the windows, her fingers dug deep into the mattress.
“You’re the boss!”
“Good. Now let’s start all over again, okay?” he said, firing into her behind with gusto. “Who’s the boss?”
After a horrifying session with the paddle and three more just like it in subsequent days, the Bonner household was clean and there were home cooked meals on the dinner table once more.
But Princess Lisa still clung to her crown. Someday, she promised herself, she’d rule her land…
©2011, Michelle Carlyle
Hey guys, hope all is well. Here’s the conclusion of Princess Lisa. Next week, we start a new story.
Have a great weekend,
Michelle
Sweaty, he collapsed on top of her and hugged her hard. “God, I love you, baby. I can’t get enough of you.”
“I love you, Jake. God, you’re so good. Oh, that was fun.”
He pulled away to grin down at her. “Yeah, you said it. Damn, you’re one hot number, little girl.”
He kissed her hard, she relished the feel of his strong tongue as he ravaged her mouth. He was so hot! With his long dark hair, goatee and devilish blue eyes, the man was a freakin’ centerfold.
He rolled off her. “I’m callin’ out for pizza. But tomorrow night, I expect dinner to be waiting for me when I get home. And no freakin’ frozen crap. I want a home-cooked meal. The kind you used to make before you got lazy.” He walked out of the room, then headed back. “Come to think of it, all this laziness of yours started when you started hangin’ out with Sophie. I’m not sure she’s a good influence on you. I like Henry, but Sophie’s got a princess complex. Just because she’s got Henry wrapped around her little finger, don’t expect me to be wrapped, you got that?” he said, jabbing a long finger her way.
Lisa snorted and rolled her eyes. “Honey, we’re two separate people. I don’t get influenced. And I’m not lazy. I’ve just gotten a bit distracted. But you got my focus back. Don’t worry. I’m back, I’ll do what needs to be done around here. And I’m sorry I let it go. Won’t happen again.”
He grinned. “Good. Good.” He turned and left the room.
She stuck out her tongue at his retreating back. A princess complex. No. Sophie just got treated better. There had to be someway to manipulate Jake into allowing her to hire a housekeeper. Wait a minute. Why did he have to know? She could have the house cleaned while he was running his shop. He never came home during the day. She was a genius! A genius!
The next day, in the early afternoon, Lisa sunned herself in the back yard on a chaise (with extra cushions for her very tender rear) letting her toenails dry while the cleaning lady finished up her house. Sipping on her tall ice tea, she giggled. This was so smart! She glanced at the list Jake had left for her. The housecleaner was taking care of everything but the dinner. And she’d outsmarted Jake on that, too. After the housecleaner left, she’d stop by Boston Market, take the food and slip it into her own cookware and voila! A home-cooked meal. Hee!
Earlier, she’d stopped by Sophie’s to pick up her purchases. She’d just gotten home when the housecleaner arrived. Once the maid left, she’d unload the bags, go get dinner and she’d still have two hours to watch Oprah and the news before Jake got home. She sighed. This was so easy, why hadn’t she thought of it before? The Secret Princess, she called herself. Damn, she was good. Serve him right for spanking her. The big, dumb jerk.
Lisa looked at her watch. Two. That darn housecleaner was taking forever. She’d better not miss Oprah. She got up, went into the house and found the maid mopping the kitchen floor. Good. The last thing on the list.
Lisa headed upstairs to her very clean bedroom. Everything looked great. She retrieved the bags from her closet and threw them on the bed. Upending each one, she spread the contents out and admired her purchases. Grabbing her favorite, the most darling print skirt, she held it up to herself and looked in the full-length mirror. Adorable.
“Very nice, baby. Where’d you get it?” came a deep voice from the doorway.
Screaming, she threw the skirt into the air and spun in place. Heart slamming her rib cage, her entire body shaking, she couldn’t believe what she saw. Jake stood in the doorway, leaning against the jamb, a steely look in his blue gaze.
She couldn’t speak. She could only stare.
“Mrs. Bonner?” came the housecleaner’s voice from downstairs. “I’m through with everything on the list and I’d like to be paid now.”
Jake didn’t move and neither did she. His eyes narrowed, he made a small movement with his head. “Go on and pay her. Then get right back here. We clearly have some issues that need to be resolved.”
Lisa had no memory of the trip downstairs, paying the woman or returning to the bedroom. It was all a fog. But she snapped out of her daze when she saw what Jake held in his hands: a large, wooden paddle. Where the hell had that come from?
“Naked now and bend over that bed. Not one word,” he warned.
Shaking, dizzy, she somehow stripped and bent over the bed. She could barely comprehend the trouble she was in.
Harrowing pain incinerated her poor ass. The flat of that horrible wooden paddle exceeded the strength of his hand by about twenty fold. He smacked her taut rear and the back of her legs so hard, each hit pushed her forward. Every muscle tensed, her stomach twisted, she instantly got nauseous. Wow, she’d never felt the likes of it before. Unbelievable force, outrageous pain.
“Seems as if someone didn’t get the message last night.”
A searing series of awesome strikes annihilated her poor buns. Felt like he’d thrown gasoline on her ass and lit it with a blowtorch.
“Good thing I bought this paddle, my hand couldn’t take what I’m about to dole out on this disobedient little ass of yours. Now who’s the boss?” he demanded, strafing her ass with a punishing round of solid hits to her sit spots.
She screamed so loud, she shook the windows, her fingers dug deep into the mattress.
“You’re the boss!”
“Good. Now let’s start all over again, okay?” he said, firing into her behind with gusto. “Who’s the boss?”
After a horrifying session with the paddle and three more just like it in subsequent days, the Bonner household was clean and there were home cooked meals on the dinner table once more.
But Princess Lisa still clung to her crown. Someday, she promised herself, she’d rule her land…
©2011, Michelle Carlyle
Friday, June 10, 2011
Princess Lisa, Part Three
Hey Spanky People!!!!
How are you lovely folks? Wish I could say I had a great week, but wow, that extraction was a bit more intense than I thought it would be. Thankfully, the doc dosed me with a shot of Valium, but the recovery has been a bitch. I haven’t been able to talk much and for me, this is a fate worse than death. And I have to say, TV is soooooo boring. I don’t know how people watch it all day long. Of course, I’m partial to crime shows and I watched twelve hours straight one day and was so paranoid I couldn’t sleep. Locked all the doors, then checked them and jumped at every noise. Worse part is I’ve been in pain all week, so spanking is not appealing. Nor sex. Boo-hoo!
Oh, well, I’m still blessed and very grateful we have the savings to pay for the work I needed to have done. And I’m healing well. Yesterday was my first normal day. Yay! So I’m on the mend and everything will be peachy. In six months. Actually, no, seven months I will be done with all this. Next I get the implant. Wheeee!
Enough of Michelle’s Tooth Report, let’s get to the sex. Since I can’t have it right now, I will fantasize that I am Lisa. Whoo-hoo!
I hope you all have fantastic weekends full of sex, fun and joy.
Love to all my spanko friends!
Michelle
Jake flicked her clit fast. She screamed. Right when she was about to come, he stopped.
Lisa burst into agonizing tears. “Oh, God, Jake, I’m sorry. Please, please, please let me come.”
He laughed. “Oh, no, baby. We haven’t even started yet.”
“No!” she cried.
“Oh, yes. And if you don’t cooperate, I’m gonna spank you again.”
He licked her nipples in turn and caressed her breasts. His touch felt divine. She arched her back, inviting more of his attention.
“God, you have beautiful tits, baby. Man, you’re making me hard.”
“Make love to me, Jake, please.”
“Not yet, bad girl. You are being punished. No treat for you until I say. Not you. Me. I’m in charge.”
“Yes, Jake.”
“Spread ‘em wide, baby. All the way and hook your feet on the legs of the chair. Wider. Oh, yeah. Mmmm.”
He tickled her opening with his tongue, making her giggle.
He stood up. “Okay, this ain’t workin’. I need more access. Get up.”
She obeyed instantly.
“Into the kitchen.”
She turned and walked into the kitchen, him close on her heels.
“Your ass looks great. Man, you ain’t gonna be sitting comfortably for awhile. Don’t do anything to piss me off. I swat you now, it’s gonna hurt.”
“Yes, Jake.”
“Good, girl. Gettin’ the hang of this again. That’s good. Now hop up…wait. Wait here.”
He walked outside into their patio and returned with a chaise lounge pad. He threw it up on the kitchen island.
He nodded. “Hop up there, facing me.”
She climbed up on the island and lay down.
“Scooch down, bend your knees.”
She did so and he pushed her knees apart so they almost fell flush with the chair pad.
Now she was even more exposed than before.
“Now ain’t that pretty,” he said, eyeing her sex like it was a delicious dessert.
Giving her an evil grin, he stuck out his tongue and slowly lowered it to her clit. When he made contact, her vision went wonky. She gripped the cushion in both hands and made a little shriek. She breathed in fast, trying to stave off the climax.
He slowly licked his way up; she beat her fist on the mattress.
“No, no, no,” she cried.
He stopped. “Yes, yes, yes.”
He spun the tip of his tongue around her folds, then beat a fast rhythm on her engorged clit. She screamed, her sex spasmed, she blasted into a hellacious orgasm. She grabbed his head and pinned it to her crotch, losing herself in the amazing climax.
God bless him, he stayed with her, delivering exactly what she needed. She cried and bellowed, the orgasm shattering her in a way it never had before. So intense!
Finally, she came down and released him.
He started laughing. “Wow, baby. That was cool. You’re lucky you’re entertaining, because I should not have let you do that. But… damn, baby. You’re hot. But you’re still gonna pay for that.”
He picked her up off the counter and set her on the floor. He took her by the hand and led her into the family room. He sat down on the leather couch and took her across his knee.
Her euphoria turned to fear. How hard would he hit her? No! She couldn’t take it.
Swat! “Ow!” Thankfully, he didn’t hit her nearly as hard as before.
Was he going to go easy on her?
Whack! He spanked her another one, a bit stronger. She flinched from the pain. Considering her ass hurt to the touch, this was still painful. But he wasn’t using the same force.
He spanked her harder and faster, building up to a fairly uncomfortable rhythm. One cheek then the other, then the horrible staccato on the sit spots. She bit her fist, the tears started.
He stopped. She sobbed quietly. He ran a hand over her flaming skin.
“Are you starting to get it, baby?”
“Yes, Jake. Completely.”
“I’m in charge, right?”
“Right.”
“I tell you to clean the house, you clean the house.”
“Yes, Jake.”
“Because you’ve been a good girl, I’m not gonna spank you anymore tonight. But you have to understand, you disobey me, you don’t do what’s on the list and you will pay for it. Right?”
“Right.”
He rubbed her buns, easing some of the pain out of them. Then he dipped a hand between her legs and toyed with her clit. She yelped and ground her hips against his hand. He chuckled deep in his throat.
He brought her up off his lap and laid her back on the large sofa. Standing, he took no time in stripping.
She opened her legs to him and he practically dove inside her. Seemed like she wasn’t the only one who he’d tortured. She’d never felt his cock stiffer.
As soon as he hit her g-spot, white light streaked her vision. She cried out, spreading her legs further apart. Grabbing his firm, hard ass, she pulled him further into her. Throwing back her head, she cried out as he plunged inside her, slamming her special spot hard.
“Yeah, baby, you’re so hot. Baby is so hot,” he rasped as he plowed into her.
She gripped his broad, strong shoulders and arched to take more of him inside. Growling, he thrust even more deeply inside her. Hot tendrils of sensation built inside her, her nipples buzzed, her feet tingled, she cried out with pure joy at the feel of her man’s hard tool inside her.
Kissing her fiercely, he drove his tongue inside her mouth as his cock drove inside her willing sex. Her clit spasmed, an orgasm ripped through her, she screamed into his mouth, her entire body shuddering.
His pace grew more frantic, his body jerked, he let out a guttural cry as he came inside her. Together they yelled, she pressed her hips up to meet his last thrusts, riding the wave of incredible rapture.
Sweaty, he collapsed on top of her and hugged her hard. “God, I love you, baby. I can’t get enough of you.”
©2011, Michelle Carlyle
How are you lovely folks? Wish I could say I had a great week, but wow, that extraction was a bit more intense than I thought it would be. Thankfully, the doc dosed me with a shot of Valium, but the recovery has been a bitch. I haven’t been able to talk much and for me, this is a fate worse than death. And I have to say, TV is soooooo boring. I don’t know how people watch it all day long. Of course, I’m partial to crime shows and I watched twelve hours straight one day and was so paranoid I couldn’t sleep. Locked all the doors, then checked them and jumped at every noise. Worse part is I’ve been in pain all week, so spanking is not appealing. Nor sex. Boo-hoo!
Oh, well, I’m still blessed and very grateful we have the savings to pay for the work I needed to have done. And I’m healing well. Yesterday was my first normal day. Yay! So I’m on the mend and everything will be peachy. In six months. Actually, no, seven months I will be done with all this. Next I get the implant. Wheeee!
Enough of Michelle’s Tooth Report, let’s get to the sex. Since I can’t have it right now, I will fantasize that I am Lisa. Whoo-hoo!
I hope you all have fantastic weekends full of sex, fun and joy.
Love to all my spanko friends!
Michelle
Jake flicked her clit fast. She screamed. Right when she was about to come, he stopped.
Lisa burst into agonizing tears. “Oh, God, Jake, I’m sorry. Please, please, please let me come.”
He laughed. “Oh, no, baby. We haven’t even started yet.”
“No!” she cried.
“Oh, yes. And if you don’t cooperate, I’m gonna spank you again.”
He licked her nipples in turn and caressed her breasts. His touch felt divine. She arched her back, inviting more of his attention.
“God, you have beautiful tits, baby. Man, you’re making me hard.”
“Make love to me, Jake, please.”
“Not yet, bad girl. You are being punished. No treat for you until I say. Not you. Me. I’m in charge.”
“Yes, Jake.”
“Spread ‘em wide, baby. All the way and hook your feet on the legs of the chair. Wider. Oh, yeah. Mmmm.”
He tickled her opening with his tongue, making her giggle.
He stood up. “Okay, this ain’t workin’. I need more access. Get up.”
She obeyed instantly.
“Into the kitchen.”
She turned and walked into the kitchen, him close on her heels.
“Your ass looks great. Man, you ain’t gonna be sitting comfortably for awhile. Don’t do anything to piss me off. I swat you now, it’s gonna hurt.”
“Yes, Jake.”
“Good, girl. Gettin’ the hang of this again. That’s good. Now hop up…wait. Wait here.”
He walked outside into their patio and returned with a chaise lounge pad. He threw it up on the kitchen island.
He nodded. “Hop up there, facing me.”
She climbed up on the island and lay down.
“Scooch down, bend your knees.”
She did so and he pushed her knees apart so they almost fell flush with the chair pad.
Now she was even more exposed than before.
“Now ain’t that pretty,” he said, eyeing her sex like it was a delicious dessert.
Giving her an evil grin, he stuck out his tongue and slowly lowered it to her clit. When he made contact, her vision went wonky. She gripped the cushion in both hands and made a little shriek. She breathed in fast, trying to stave off the climax.
He slowly licked his way up; she beat her fist on the mattress.
“No, no, no,” she cried.
He stopped. “Yes, yes, yes.”
He spun the tip of his tongue around her folds, then beat a fast rhythm on her engorged clit. She screamed, her sex spasmed, she blasted into a hellacious orgasm. She grabbed his head and pinned it to her crotch, losing herself in the amazing climax.
God bless him, he stayed with her, delivering exactly what she needed. She cried and bellowed, the orgasm shattering her in a way it never had before. So intense!
Finally, she came down and released him.
He started laughing. “Wow, baby. That was cool. You’re lucky you’re entertaining, because I should not have let you do that. But… damn, baby. You’re hot. But you’re still gonna pay for that.”
He picked her up off the counter and set her on the floor. He took her by the hand and led her into the family room. He sat down on the leather couch and took her across his knee.
Her euphoria turned to fear. How hard would he hit her? No! She couldn’t take it.
Swat! “Ow!” Thankfully, he didn’t hit her nearly as hard as before.
Was he going to go easy on her?
Whack! He spanked her another one, a bit stronger. She flinched from the pain. Considering her ass hurt to the touch, this was still painful. But he wasn’t using the same force.
He spanked her harder and faster, building up to a fairly uncomfortable rhythm. One cheek then the other, then the horrible staccato on the sit spots. She bit her fist, the tears started.
He stopped. She sobbed quietly. He ran a hand over her flaming skin.
“Are you starting to get it, baby?”
“Yes, Jake. Completely.”
“I’m in charge, right?”
“Right.”
“I tell you to clean the house, you clean the house.”
“Yes, Jake.”
“Because you’ve been a good girl, I’m not gonna spank you anymore tonight. But you have to understand, you disobey me, you don’t do what’s on the list and you will pay for it. Right?”
“Right.”
He rubbed her buns, easing some of the pain out of them. Then he dipped a hand between her legs and toyed with her clit. She yelped and ground her hips against his hand. He chuckled deep in his throat.
He brought her up off his lap and laid her back on the large sofa. Standing, he took no time in stripping.
She opened her legs to him and he practically dove inside her. Seemed like she wasn’t the only one who he’d tortured. She’d never felt his cock stiffer.
As soon as he hit her g-spot, white light streaked her vision. She cried out, spreading her legs further apart. Grabbing his firm, hard ass, she pulled him further into her. Throwing back her head, she cried out as he plunged inside her, slamming her special spot hard.
“Yeah, baby, you’re so hot. Baby is so hot,” he rasped as he plowed into her.
She gripped his broad, strong shoulders and arched to take more of him inside. Growling, he thrust even more deeply inside her. Hot tendrils of sensation built inside her, her nipples buzzed, her feet tingled, she cried out with pure joy at the feel of her man’s hard tool inside her.
Kissing her fiercely, he drove his tongue inside her mouth as his cock drove inside her willing sex. Her clit spasmed, an orgasm ripped through her, she screamed into his mouth, her entire body shuddering.
His pace grew more frantic, his body jerked, he let out a guttural cry as he came inside her. Together they yelled, she pressed her hips up to meet his last thrusts, riding the wave of incredible rapture.
Sweaty, he collapsed on top of her and hugged her hard. “God, I love you, baby. I can’t get enough of you.”
©2011, Michelle Carlyle
Friday, June 3, 2011
Princess Lisa, Part Two
Hey Guys!
I’m off to get a molar pulled in ten minutes. Oh, joy. So this will be short and sweet.
Here’s the next installment of Princess Lisa, soon to be found in some book of a title that escapes my mind. Sorry. I’m a little freaked out right now.
Hugs to all,
Michelle
“You’d better listen to me,” Jake warned.
“I will, I will!”
“Good. Good girl. Now you stay like that. Don’t move or I’ll get my belt. You’re being punished. And I ain’t letting you off easy tonight. Tonight, you learn a lesson. I’ve let you go too far, but tonight, I’m reining you in. No Survivor, no dinner, you’re staying like this until I say.”
“No Survivor!” Lisa yelped before she could stop herself.
He fired into her behind with amazing force and precision. The flat of his large, firm hand nearly covered each bun. Her ass felt like he’d torched it with a flamethrower. He kept going, long after she thought he’d stop. Every nerve of her body was on fire. This was terrible! She clutched the seat for dear life. She was so dizzy from hyperventilating, she was worried she’d faint. Yet, the torment went on and on. He spanked her and spanked her until she thought she’d lose her mind.
He stopped, she nearly collapsed on the seat, her legs shook so badly, they barely held her up.
“Stay still!” he ordered.
“I’m trying!” she wailed.
Swat! “Try harder!”
She somehow managed to stop her legs from wobbling. But they still shook some. She concentrated on holding onto the seat. Her back hurt, her arms hurt, her legs hurt and her ass felt like it should be bleeding it stung so badly. Jesus, what got into him?
“Good. Finally. Finally you’re getting the picture. Now when I say you clean the house, you clean the house, right?”
“Right!”
“When I say I want the oil changed on the car, you do it!”
“Yeah! I will! I promise!”
“Okay then. You don’t move. I’m gonna get myself a beer, come back here and watch you suffer for awhile. I don’t know when I’ll let you up.”
He left the room. As soon as she heard the fridge open up, she stood quickly, causing her buns to hurt just from the movement. She rubbed her back fast, then put her hands back on the seat.
He walked into the room. “I didn’t hear you move, did I?”
“No sir.”
“Good. Good girl. Maybe I’m getting through to you.”
He walked over and sat down on the couch directly behind her. “I like this view. That sweet pussy of yours, that bright red ass. Your long legs. You’re learning a lesson, aren’t you, baby?”
“Yes, Jake.”
“Good. I work too hard for you to disrespect me like this. Yeah, this is good. I like the way you look. Spread your legs further apart. Further. Ass up a bit higher. Good, good. Yeah, look at that. You know what I’m gonna do to you now?”
“No, Jake.”
“Neither do I. But it’s gonna be fun for me. You owe me. All this crap you’ve been pullin’. You’re a brat. A bona fide brat and I’m gonna tame you. Yes, I am.” He took a long draw off his beer. “Disobeying me. I work hard, come home to a dirty house and no food. It ain’t right. You have not been treating me right.”
“I’m sorry, Jake.”
“Yes, you’d better be. And by the time I’m through with you, I think you’re gonna think twice about disobeying me. And if I found out you lied to me today—and I’m gonna be investigating—you can expect a lot more evenings just like this one. Ass up higher! Yeah… yeah. That’s good, baby. Real good.”
Her arms hurt so badly and so did her back, it was almost worse than the spanking. How long would he make her stay like this? This was awful! Where had all this bravado of his come from? The last time he spanked her, it was over his knee and quick. What had gotten into him?
“Now stand up,” he ordered curtly. Groaning, she stood and rubbed her lower back. “Now sit.”
She turned around, sat down and yelped. Sitting was agony on her sore buns. He grinned at her reaction. But her back felt much better and the ache in her arms began to wane.
“Spread your legs as far as they can go. Good, good. Damn, you got a nice pussy. Pull your lips apart. Show me. Show me, baby. Yeah, good. Further apart. Further. Yeah, just like that. Now close your eyes. Do it!”
She obeyed. She heard some rustling, he was right near her. His fingers traced the inside of her thighs. Oh, this felt good. Really good. Her sex got wet; her clit engorged. Oh, man, she wanted him to touch her. But she knew she’d better not ask.
“Good girls get rewarded. Bad girls get punished. Tonight, you’re a bad girl. Everything I’m about to do to you is about me, not you. You’re gonna be really lucky if I let you come. Because at this point, I’m leaning towards not letting you. But boy, will you want to. Now if you come before I let you—if I let you—I’m gonna wail on that ass of yours again. Just as hard and long as I did before. You hear me?”
“Yes, Jake.”
“Good girl. Keep it all open for me. Yeah, good, good.”
Eyes closed, her pulse quickened. What would he do to her now? Felt like he was blending in some of their power games with her punishment. Oh, dear. The man was inventive and a bit scary sometimes. Never hurt her, but there was a look in his eye that terrified her. Jake had edges.
She felt his breath on her exposed clit. She curled her toes. Damn it, she wanted to come and he hadn’t even touched her yet.
Warm, wet and tantalizing, he gave a light lick on the head of her swollen nub. She nearly jumped out of the chair.
“Stay still!”
She forced herself to stop moving.
“Keep your legs spread and show me yourself. Show me. Further… yeah. Yeah, baby, yeah,” he purred.
His sensual tongue slid slowly up her slit and rested on her clit.
She gripped the chair and squealed, praying she could stave off the orgasm.
He flicked her clit fast. She screamed. Right when she was about to come, he stopped.
She burst into agonizing tears. “Oh, God, Jake, I’m sorry. Please, please, please let me come.”
He laughed. “Oh, no, baby. We haven’t even started yet.”
“No!” she cried.
©2011, Michelle Carlyle
I’m off to get a molar pulled in ten minutes. Oh, joy. So this will be short and sweet.
Here’s the next installment of Princess Lisa, soon to be found in some book of a title that escapes my mind. Sorry. I’m a little freaked out right now.
Hugs to all,
Michelle
“You’d better listen to me,” Jake warned.
“I will, I will!”
“Good. Good girl. Now you stay like that. Don’t move or I’ll get my belt. You’re being punished. And I ain’t letting you off easy tonight. Tonight, you learn a lesson. I’ve let you go too far, but tonight, I’m reining you in. No Survivor, no dinner, you’re staying like this until I say.”
“No Survivor!” Lisa yelped before she could stop herself.
He fired into her behind with amazing force and precision. The flat of his large, firm hand nearly covered each bun. Her ass felt like he’d torched it with a flamethrower. He kept going, long after she thought he’d stop. Every nerve of her body was on fire. This was terrible! She clutched the seat for dear life. She was so dizzy from hyperventilating, she was worried she’d faint. Yet, the torment went on and on. He spanked her and spanked her until she thought she’d lose her mind.
He stopped, she nearly collapsed on the seat, her legs shook so badly, they barely held her up.
“Stay still!” he ordered.
“I’m trying!” she wailed.
Swat! “Try harder!”
She somehow managed to stop her legs from wobbling. But they still shook some. She concentrated on holding onto the seat. Her back hurt, her arms hurt, her legs hurt and her ass felt like it should be bleeding it stung so badly. Jesus, what got into him?
“Good. Finally. Finally you’re getting the picture. Now when I say you clean the house, you clean the house, right?”
“Right!”
“When I say I want the oil changed on the car, you do it!”
“Yeah! I will! I promise!”
“Okay then. You don’t move. I’m gonna get myself a beer, come back here and watch you suffer for awhile. I don’t know when I’ll let you up.”
He left the room. As soon as she heard the fridge open up, she stood quickly, causing her buns to hurt just from the movement. She rubbed her back fast, then put her hands back on the seat.
He walked into the room. “I didn’t hear you move, did I?”
“No sir.”
“Good. Good girl. Maybe I’m getting through to you.”
He walked over and sat down on the couch directly behind her. “I like this view. That sweet pussy of yours, that bright red ass. Your long legs. You’re learning a lesson, aren’t you, baby?”
“Yes, Jake.”
“Good. I work too hard for you to disrespect me like this. Yeah, this is good. I like the way you look. Spread your legs further apart. Further. Ass up a bit higher. Good, good. Yeah, look at that. You know what I’m gonna do to you now?”
“No, Jake.”
“Neither do I. But it’s gonna be fun for me. You owe me. All this crap you’ve been pullin’. You’re a brat. A bona fide brat and I’m gonna tame you. Yes, I am.” He took a long draw off his beer. “Disobeying me. I work hard, come home to a dirty house and no food. It ain’t right. You have not been treating me right.”
“I’m sorry, Jake.”
“Yes, you’d better be. And by the time I’m through with you, I think you’re gonna think twice about disobeying me. And if I found out you lied to me today—and I’m gonna be investigating—you can expect a lot more evenings just like this one. Ass up higher! Yeah… yeah. That’s good, baby. Real good.”
Her arms hurt so badly and so did her back, it was almost worse than the spanking. How long would he make her stay like this? This was awful! Where had all this bravado of his come from? The last time he spanked her, it was over his knee and quick. What had gotten into him?
“Now stand up,” he ordered curtly. Groaning, she stood and rubbed her lower back. “Now sit.”
She turned around, sat down and yelped. Sitting was agony on her sore buns. He grinned at her reaction. But her back felt much better and the ache in her arms began to wane.
“Spread your legs as far as they can go. Good, good. Damn, you got a nice pussy. Pull your lips apart. Show me. Show me, baby. Yeah, good. Further apart. Further. Yeah, just like that. Now close your eyes. Do it!”
She obeyed. She heard some rustling, he was right near her. His fingers traced the inside of her thighs. Oh, this felt good. Really good. Her sex got wet; her clit engorged. Oh, man, she wanted him to touch her. But she knew she’d better not ask.
“Good girls get rewarded. Bad girls get punished. Tonight, you’re a bad girl. Everything I’m about to do to you is about me, not you. You’re gonna be really lucky if I let you come. Because at this point, I’m leaning towards not letting you. But boy, will you want to. Now if you come before I let you—if I let you—I’m gonna wail on that ass of yours again. Just as hard and long as I did before. You hear me?”
“Yes, Jake.”
“Good girl. Keep it all open for me. Yeah, good, good.”
Eyes closed, her pulse quickened. What would he do to her now? Felt like he was blending in some of their power games with her punishment. Oh, dear. The man was inventive and a bit scary sometimes. Never hurt her, but there was a look in his eye that terrified her. Jake had edges.
She felt his breath on her exposed clit. She curled her toes. Damn it, she wanted to come and he hadn’t even touched her yet.
Warm, wet and tantalizing, he gave a light lick on the head of her swollen nub. She nearly jumped out of the chair.
“Stay still!”
She forced herself to stop moving.
“Keep your legs spread and show me yourself. Show me. Further… yeah. Yeah, baby, yeah,” he purred.
His sensual tongue slid slowly up her slit and rested on her clit.
She gripped the chair and squealed, praying she could stave off the orgasm.
He flicked her clit fast. She screamed. Right when she was about to come, he stopped.
She burst into agonizing tears. “Oh, God, Jake, I’m sorry. Please, please, please let me come.”
He laughed. “Oh, no, baby. We haven’t even started yet.”
“No!” she cried.
©2011, Michelle Carlyle
Thursday, May 26, 2011
Princess Lisa, Part One
Hey Spanky Friends!
Here's a new one for ya. Wait. It's Thursday, not Friday. Wow. Am I tired. I just realized that it's not Friday. Wow. Freaky. I have been fighting something off this week and have been sleeping a lot. Apparently, I didn't sleep enough.
Oh, well. Since I have this all ready, I might as well post.
Damn, what a dork. Hope this finds you all well and happy!
Michelle
Bent over, her hands on the high-backed wooden chair, her ass high in the air, Lisa waited. Her heart pounded, sweat trickled down her neck. The heater came on, warm air rushed over her bare breasts, her hips, her sex.
Jake paced behind her, his boots echoing off the hardwood floors. “So let me get this straight. You didn’t clean the kitchen, nor cook dinner, nor shop today because you didn’t think I was coming home.”
“No. I was going to do it all. My car broke down and it took all day to get it fixed. By the time I got home, it was too late and you were here and were already angry.”
“Where’s the bill from the auto shop?”
“They’re sending it.”
“So, if I went out to the car and checked the trunk, there wouldn’t be a bunch of bags from the mall there.”
Inwardly, she choked, picturing the bounty of amazing goodies she’d purchased that afternoon. She kept her tone strong. “Nope. I told you, I went and got some mascara, only mascara at Macy’s. Then I went out and the car was dead. I got a jump, then the car died on Maple.”
“And you took the long way home because…?”
“There was an accident and I wanted to avoid it.”
“You know, if all kinds of strange things hadn’t been preventing you from doing what I ask you to do around here, I probably wouldn’t have you bent over this chair right now. This is the third weird occurrence this week that’s stopped you from getting your chores done. Do I ask too much of you?”
“No, Jake.”
“When you got laid off, I was cool with it, wasn’t I?”
“Yes, Jake.”
“I gave you six months to find a job. I get the economy’s bad, I get why you haven’t found one yet. And I know I make enough money at the shop. But your contributions to the household have been bad at best for the past two months. Every time you promise me you’re going to do something, somehow something happens. The house isn’t clean, there’s no food in the fridge, but the TV is always warm when I get home.”
A hard spank to her right bun, she yelped and jumped. The sting echoed through her body, making her legs shake a bit.
“Hands on the chair!” he ordered.
She obeyed quickly. Damn it. She’d finally blown it. She knew she’d been pushing it. But that sale had been so much fun. She and Sophie had gone to town. Thankfully, Sophie was hiding her purchases for her. She’d sneak them in tomorrow when Jake was at work.
Stupid Jake. This was all his fault. If he’d let her keep their housekeeper after she’d lost her job, the house would be clean. And what was wrong with watching TV? It was why it was there, for God’s sake. And also why the mall was there, to go shopping. Thankfully, she handled the family finances. Jake had no idea how much she’d spent lately. She knew it wasn’t right, but damn it, compared to Sophie, Lisa lived the life of a slave girl.
Sophie got everything she wanted. Henry didn’t make her work. Sophie had a housekeeper, a gardener and a personal trainer. Henry treated her like a princess. Lisa wanted to be a princess, too. She knew they didn’t make the money Henry did, but they weren’t that poor. Even without her income, they could afford a housekeeper, but Jake was a hardass. While she loved him insanely, he expected too much out of her. He liked his work so he thought working was great. He thought everyone should be working as hard as he did. But she hated her job. She’d never found a day job she liked. Watching TV, talking on the phone and shopping was so much more fun. He just didn’t understand her.
If only she hadn’t agreed to this Domestic Discipline thing. It had been exciting in the beginning and truthfully, Jake had helped her lose weight. But now? All she wanted to do was hang out and shop with her friends. But the man was practically psychic and always seemed to catch her breaking his rules. She just needed to get better at the game. She’d tell Jake whatever he wanted to hear and then she’d do a bit of housecleaning tomorrow to put him off. Anything to stop him from punishing her. She hadn’t been spanked in so long, she’d forgot all about their agreement. Until this little reminder.
She wished he’d get this over with fast. Survivor was on and she didn’t want to miss it.
“So here’s the deal. I’m gonna leave you a list from now on. If you don’t get everything done, I’m spanking you. Hard. Not a few, either. For everything you don’t get done, you get twenty-five.”
“Twenty-five!”
Excruciating pain seared her ass, Jake laid into her with everything he had. She screamed, shocked and surprised at the force with which he delivered his swats. Again and again, he spanked her taut, bare buns. One cheek than the other, he walloped her. He spanked the sides of her butt, then zeroed in on her sit spots and wouldn’t stop. What was wrong with him? What had gotten into him? This hurt!
“Jake! Stop!”
“You (swat) don’t tell me (swat, swat, swat) stop!” he thundered, aiming each swat on her poor burning sit spots.
She danced from foot to foot.
“Feet on the floor!” he demanded.
She obeyed, but it wasn’t easy. The man wouldn’t stop spanking her! He struck each cheek in turn, then performed a crescendo on her most sensitive spots. Again. Blazing it. She howled. Tears streamed down her face to drip on the hard flat wooden seat.
After a machine gun report of severe spanks all over her ass, he stopped. The pain reverberated through her rear and legs. She shook all over, sweat poured from her body, she wracked with sobs.
“You will obey me, woman! No more of this crap! You hear me?”
“Yes, Jake,” she cried, her voice cracking.
“God, you piss me off. I expect respect in this household. You do what I say!” Spank! “When I say!” Thwack!
“Yes, Jake! Yes! I’m sorry!”
“You sure as hell better be! I’m the boss around here, not you!” Swat, spank, whack! “Say it, say, ‘you’re the boss, Jake’!”
“You’re the boss, Jake!” she quickly said.
He rubbed a hand over the burning flesh of a bun. Please let it be over!
But unfortunately, the agony of her buns began to melt into naughty feelings throughout her sex. She loved being displayed like this for him. Loved his power over her. Her sex swelled with want. She hoped he made love to her. How could he resist?
©2011, Michelle Carlyle
Here's a new one for ya. Wait. It's Thursday, not Friday. Wow. Am I tired. I just realized that it's not Friday. Wow. Freaky. I have been fighting something off this week and have been sleeping a lot. Apparently, I didn't sleep enough.
Oh, well. Since I have this all ready, I might as well post.
Damn, what a dork. Hope this finds you all well and happy!
Michelle
Bent over, her hands on the high-backed wooden chair, her ass high in the air, Lisa waited. Her heart pounded, sweat trickled down her neck. The heater came on, warm air rushed over her bare breasts, her hips, her sex.
Jake paced behind her, his boots echoing off the hardwood floors. “So let me get this straight. You didn’t clean the kitchen, nor cook dinner, nor shop today because you didn’t think I was coming home.”
“No. I was going to do it all. My car broke down and it took all day to get it fixed. By the time I got home, it was too late and you were here and were already angry.”
“Where’s the bill from the auto shop?”
“They’re sending it.”
“So, if I went out to the car and checked the trunk, there wouldn’t be a bunch of bags from the mall there.”
Inwardly, she choked, picturing the bounty of amazing goodies she’d purchased that afternoon. She kept her tone strong. “Nope. I told you, I went and got some mascara, only mascara at Macy’s. Then I went out and the car was dead. I got a jump, then the car died on Maple.”
“And you took the long way home because…?”
“There was an accident and I wanted to avoid it.”
“You know, if all kinds of strange things hadn’t been preventing you from doing what I ask you to do around here, I probably wouldn’t have you bent over this chair right now. This is the third weird occurrence this week that’s stopped you from getting your chores done. Do I ask too much of you?”
“No, Jake.”
“When you got laid off, I was cool with it, wasn’t I?”
“Yes, Jake.”
“I gave you six months to find a job. I get the economy’s bad, I get why you haven’t found one yet. And I know I make enough money at the shop. But your contributions to the household have been bad at best for the past two months. Every time you promise me you’re going to do something, somehow something happens. The house isn’t clean, there’s no food in the fridge, but the TV is always warm when I get home.”
A hard spank to her right bun, she yelped and jumped. The sting echoed through her body, making her legs shake a bit.
“Hands on the chair!” he ordered.
She obeyed quickly. Damn it. She’d finally blown it. She knew she’d been pushing it. But that sale had been so much fun. She and Sophie had gone to town. Thankfully, Sophie was hiding her purchases for her. She’d sneak them in tomorrow when Jake was at work.
Stupid Jake. This was all his fault. If he’d let her keep their housekeeper after she’d lost her job, the house would be clean. And what was wrong with watching TV? It was why it was there, for God’s sake. And also why the mall was there, to go shopping. Thankfully, she handled the family finances. Jake had no idea how much she’d spent lately. She knew it wasn’t right, but damn it, compared to Sophie, Lisa lived the life of a slave girl.
Sophie got everything she wanted. Henry didn’t make her work. Sophie had a housekeeper, a gardener and a personal trainer. Henry treated her like a princess. Lisa wanted to be a princess, too. She knew they didn’t make the money Henry did, but they weren’t that poor. Even without her income, they could afford a housekeeper, but Jake was a hardass. While she loved him insanely, he expected too much out of her. He liked his work so he thought working was great. He thought everyone should be working as hard as he did. But she hated her job. She’d never found a day job she liked. Watching TV, talking on the phone and shopping was so much more fun. He just didn’t understand her.
If only she hadn’t agreed to this Domestic Discipline thing. It had been exciting in the beginning and truthfully, Jake had helped her lose weight. But now? All she wanted to do was hang out and shop with her friends. But the man was practically psychic and always seemed to catch her breaking his rules. She just needed to get better at the game. She’d tell Jake whatever he wanted to hear and then she’d do a bit of housecleaning tomorrow to put him off. Anything to stop him from punishing her. She hadn’t been spanked in so long, she’d forgot all about their agreement. Until this little reminder.
She wished he’d get this over with fast. Survivor was on and she didn’t want to miss it.
“So here’s the deal. I’m gonna leave you a list from now on. If you don’t get everything done, I’m spanking you. Hard. Not a few, either. For everything you don’t get done, you get twenty-five.”
“Twenty-five!”
Excruciating pain seared her ass, Jake laid into her with everything he had. She screamed, shocked and surprised at the force with which he delivered his swats. Again and again, he spanked her taut, bare buns. One cheek than the other, he walloped her. He spanked the sides of her butt, then zeroed in on her sit spots and wouldn’t stop. What was wrong with him? What had gotten into him? This hurt!
“Jake! Stop!”
“You (swat) don’t tell me (swat, swat, swat) stop!” he thundered, aiming each swat on her poor burning sit spots.
She danced from foot to foot.
“Feet on the floor!” he demanded.
She obeyed, but it wasn’t easy. The man wouldn’t stop spanking her! He struck each cheek in turn, then performed a crescendo on her most sensitive spots. Again. Blazing it. She howled. Tears streamed down her face to drip on the hard flat wooden seat.
After a machine gun report of severe spanks all over her ass, he stopped. The pain reverberated through her rear and legs. She shook all over, sweat poured from her body, she wracked with sobs.
“You will obey me, woman! No more of this crap! You hear me?”
“Yes, Jake,” she cried, her voice cracking.
“God, you piss me off. I expect respect in this household. You do what I say!” Spank! “When I say!” Thwack!
“Yes, Jake! Yes! I’m sorry!”
“You sure as hell better be! I’m the boss around here, not you!” Swat, spank, whack! “Say it, say, ‘you’re the boss, Jake’!”
“You’re the boss, Jake!” she quickly said.
He rubbed a hand over the burning flesh of a bun. Please let it be over!
But unfortunately, the agony of her buns began to melt into naughty feelings throughout her sex. She loved being displayed like this for him. Loved his power over her. Her sex swelled with want. She hoped he made love to her. How could he resist?
©2011, Michelle Carlyle
Friday, May 20, 2011
Peeping Teri, Conclusion
Hey Spankos!
How are you guys? I’m doing great. Tired, still a bit hungover, but great. Reno rocked! I got to stay in a suite that looked like a Bond villain’s suite. Huge, two walls of windows on a high floor with a Jacuzzi tub. I’d fill the tub, turn off all the lights and watch the city lights of Reno and the moon rise through the big windows. Many baths along with tons of hours spent gambling. God, I love slot machines! I came out with less than I went up with but won a bunch of money that helped keep me gambling the whole time. Only problem with Reno? No husband to fuck and I must have smoked sixteen cartons of secondhand smoke. Casinos are notoriously hostile environments. Loud 80s music, blinking lights, machines screaming for you and enough cigarette smoke to create a constant fog. Gak. But I had lots of fun. Snow on the way up, snow on the way back, but we managed to avoid chains. Couldn’t believe it was snowing in mid May. Neither could anyone in Reno. Still, overall a spectacular trip and much needed. I’m feeling more myself.
So here’s the conclusion of Peeping Teri, next week a new story!
Hugs to all you great people!
Michelle
Rafe’s doorbell rang. If Teri had busted his windows and lied to him, she’d pay a price for that. Over his lap. Her pants around her ankles, that fine ass of hers spanked into a nice shade of beet red.
His cock stirred. God, he loved spanking deserving little girls. Then making love to them. Teri would be particularly fun. Bent over his bed, her red ass in the air, a contrite look on her face that would turn quickly to tortured pleasure.
Watch it, McKellan, your hard-on will give you away.
He opened the door and took in a quick breath of air at the sight of her luscious breasts pressed firmly against her white tank top. Her red mouth parted slightly, her sparkling brown gaze, that cute turned up nose. Man, he wanted her. She sent him a quick smile, then averted her gaze and bit her lip.
She looked guilty as hell. So she was the culprit. It was all over her face. Well, he could help her with her conscience. But first, he had to get her to confess.
“Come on in.”
She hesitantly followed. “Wow, nice place, um, Rafe.”
“Thanks. Always been into making my house nice.”
“Love your antiques. Wow, what you’ve done to this place. Really nice work.”
“Glad you like it. Follow me and let’s go look at the fence.”
She followed him outside and up to the scene of the crime. She inspected the fence and the branch, then turned to him. He caught her scent. A mixture of lilac and spring air. He mentally slapped himself. Had to get something out of the way before he kissed her.
She nodded at the fence. “So, yeah, I can fix this. Pretty easily. Got a chainsaw, got all the tools. Should be a snap.”
“Not fair you having to fix a problem caused by a misbehaving teenager. Wonder what he was doing up there?”
She quickly turned back to the damaged fence. “Oh, you know kids…”
He took the necklace out of his pocket. “Oh, check this out.”
She turned to him, he handed her the necklace. She took it, her eyes went wide with surprise. “My necklace! I didn’t even know I’d lost it. Where’d you find it?”
“Found it in this hedge.” He crossed his arms and sent her a disapproving stare.
All the color left her face. “Um… wow. That… um. Teenager must have stolen it and climbed the tree to get away from me and fell and then crashed through your—”
“Teri,” he drawled. “Do you have something to confess to me? Because I really don’t like liars.”
“I didn’t do it!” she shrieked, taking a step back. “The cat! He did it!”
He stifled a laugh, but forced a stern look on his face. “Teri. Tell me the truth. What the hell were you doing in that tree?”
“I wasn’t! I… I…” All at once, her shoulders drooped, her face reddened, she looked like she was about to cry. “God! I can’t deal with this!”
She went to move past him, he blocked her way. “Tell me the truth.”
“I can’t! You’ll think I’m a bigger idiot than you already do! Oh, God, I just practically confessed! This is terrible! I didn’t do it! Oh, hell, you already know I did. You freakin’ caught me and now you’re gonna think I’m an idiot and you won’t like me and I just can’t stand making an ass out of myself in front of the most beautiful man I’ve ever seen in my life—oh, God!” she said, waving her arms around dramatically.
“I just told you you were beautiful and that I have this massive crush on you! Oh, God! I just confessed to having a crush on you! I wasn’t spying on you, not really! Oh, God, I just confessed to spying on you!”
She was the most adorable creature he’d ever met in his life. But she was one adorable creature that needed a lesson.
“I see. I have a solution to our problem here.”
“Yes, call the police! Put me away! I’ll move! You’ll never have to see me again!”
“I think I can handle this all on my own. Come with me,” he said taking hold of her wrist. He pulled her inside.
“You’re gonna call the cops, you’re gonna have me arrested, aren’t you? Oh, God, the publisher will stop my contract! I’ll be destitute!”
“No,” he said, dragging her into his living room. He sat down on the couch and yanked her down across his lap.
“Wait, what are you doing?”
“I’m sentencing you to a good old fashioned spanking for breaking my windows and lying to me, that’s what I’m doing.”
“You can’t spank me!”
“The hell I can’t.”
He pinned her flailing limbs, tugged the back of her jeans down to her ankles, taking her panties with them. He took in a short breath at the sight of her amazing, wiggling alabaster rear and long, beautiful legs. Gorgeous.
“But I’m an adult!” she cried, kicking her legs.
“You sure as hell aren’t acting like one! Now, lady, you don’t ever lie to me again!”
He reached back and let the weight of his arm power his swing. Whack! She jumped and yelped, a red mark in the shape of his large hand appeared on her white flesh. His hand nearly covered her entire ass. And boy, wasn’t that pretty?
“Ow! Rafe! Stop, I’m sorry!”
“I don’t think so. But you will be by the time I get through with you, brat.”
Rafe let himself go. The feel of her warm, soft body across his lap, the sight of her perfect rear, those wonderful round globes jiggling with every slap, gave him a raging hard-on. He hoped she’d couldn’t feel it, but his reaction wasn’t going to stop him. This was too much fun. He spanked and swatted her, fully enjoying her cries of pain, her repentant sobs.
Again and again, he smacked her gorgeous behind, watching it go from a nice pink to a deep red. He spanked the top of her ass and the very bottom, concentrating a good long time on her very sensitive sit spots. She yowled and protested and apologized profusely, but he made sure to be thorough. He wanted to make sure she knew never to cross him. If they were to have a future together, she needed to understand his limits.
Finally, she stopped fighting and collapsed against his lap, whimpering miserably. He finished up with a nice round of solid spanks to her entire behind, including the backs of her gorgeous thighs.
He stopped and rubbed her flaming cheeks. Felt marvelous to his touch. His thoughts traveled to that inviting place between her thighs.
“Now before I let you up, I want all of it. Everything you did to me. Spill.”
“I’m sorry,” she wailed.
“I know that. I want information.”
“O-okay,” she sobbed. Sniffing, she said, “I was spying on you. I’m a terrible person. I’m going to hell. God is sending me to hell. Well, if I believed in God, he would. He’d send me there.”
He chuckled deep in his throat. “You’re not going to hell. Why were you spying on me?”
“Because you’re so beautiful, I couldn’t help myself. I’ve never done anything like this before, but you’re so hot and I haven’t dated in so long and I’m home alone all the time and then you move in and you’re so gorgeous I just wanted to stare at you all the time.”
He loved this. Loved it. “So how did you break the branch?”
“I climbed up there to get a look at you in your kitchen and I couldn’t see your table so I scooched out and the next thing I knew the branch broke and I was in your hedges.”
“So why didn’t you just come clean then? You were stuck in that hedge when I went out there, weren’t you?”
Sniff. “Yeah.”
“Well, honey, why didn’t you just say something?”
“I was too embarrassed.”
“So you broke my windows.”
“I’m so sorry about that! I felt terrible! I ran around the back of your house and stepped through them before I could stop myself. I’m horrible. You hate me, don’t you?”
“Uh, no. So is that it? You just liked looking at me? That’s why you were spying on me?”
“Yeah, you cook shirtless a lot and I couldn’t help myself… I’m sorry. You think I’m a creep, don’t you? You hate me, don’t you?”
“No, I don’t. So that’s all? Anything else you want to confess to me?”
“No…that’s it. Oh, the telescope! It was pointed into your… I’m so terrible!”
He swatted her a few more good ones.
“Ow! Rafe, I’m so sorry!”
Chuckling, he pulled up her pants, turned her over on his lap and smiled down at her. Tears dripped off her long lashes, her face was red with contrition. Her luscious full lips beckoned to him.
Dropping his gaze to her mouth, he leaned down and kissed her. His brain went offline. His cock raged in his pants. No woman had ever tasted so sweet, felt so good in his arms. She opened her mouth more widely and made little animal noises in the back of her throat, twisting her sensual tongue around his. Wow, what a great kisser she was! What a hot babe! He wanted her in his arms and bed forever.
She snaked her arms around his neck and pulled him closer. He wrapped his long arms around her and held her close. When he pulled away, she yanked him back and kissed him hard. She caressed his shoulders and stroked his chest. He got dizzy with desire and could only think of being inside her.
He pulled away. “I want to make love to you. I want to see you. But only you, I’m not into sharing.”
She burst into tears.
He got alarmed. “What? Are you married? You don’t want to?”
“No! You’re making me happier than I ever have been! I want you, too, Rafe! So badly, you have no idea.”
He grinned down at her. “Oh, I got an inkling. Only from now on, you want to look at me? Just lift up the covers. Don’t be climbing that tree again or you’ll find yourself over my knee.”
“Oh, Rafe!” She threw her arms around him and kissed him.
©2011, Michelle Carlyle
Friday, May 13, 2011
Peeping Teri, Parts Two and Three
Hey Spankos!
I am so excited! My new book is selling well, and I'm going to go celebrate in Reno! Gambling! Drinking! Dancing! Mayhem! My favorite cousin and I are driving up there, just us girls, and we're going to have a fabulous time! Hubby hates gambling, doesn't drink much and I am tired of trying to entertain him in places he doesn't want to be. We finally decided a couple years ago that he shouldn't go to Reno anymore. I went alone a couple times, but that wasn't as much fun. Now my cousin is totally on board and we have a blast together! I got myself a room with a Jacuzzi tub and I can't wait!
Whooo-hooo! Vacation!!!!
Hope you all have a spectacular week! Here's a double portion of story today, just for you!
hugs,
Michelle
The phone rang. Teri wrapped a towel around herself and went to answer it.
“Hello?”
“Uh, hi. Is this Teresa Bond?”
She didn’t recognize the voice. “Yes.”
“Hi, this is your neighbor, Rafe McKellan.”
She broke into a coughing fit and nearly dropped the phone. After much effort, she calmed herself. “Uh… sorry. Yes, this is Teresa, but you can call me Teri.”
“Teri then. Did you hear that crash?”
“What crash?”
“Look in your backyard. A limb came off your oak and smashed part of the fence and landed in my yard.”
She quickly whipped up some alarm. “Oh, my God,” she exclaimed. “Was anyone hurt?”
“No, no. Well, maybe. I think someone was climbing in your tree, fell into my yard and then ran out my side yard. Because my antique windows are busted, looks like someone ran right over them, trying to get out of my yard. You got any teenagers over there?”
“No,” she said, her voice cracking. She cleared her throat. “No,” she replied in a strong tone. “I’m single, have no teenagers.” Quick, lie! “But there is a kid who lives around here that likes to climb trees. Maybe it was him.”
“Who is he?”
“Billy Goody, lives down the block, but he’s in school. Man, I hope there wasn’t a burglar or something around. Did you call the police?” Please don’t have!
“No, no. Cops won’t care about a few broken windows. Think I spooked the kid when I ran outside after he fell. Must have been hiding there when I checked the damage. Then when I went over to your place, he must have taken off, ran through my side yard and crashed through my windows before he could stop himself. Bummed about those windows. Cost me a bundle and now they’re worthless.”
“That’s terrible. And all this happened when I was taking a shower?”
“Guess so. Sorry I went through your yard without permission, I just wanted to make sure no one was hurt.”
“No problem. Thanks so much for making sure I was all right. That’s very thoughtful of you.”
“Well, I’m glad you don’t think I’m some Peeping Tom in your yard…”
There was a weird note to his voice. Or was it the guilty voices screaming in her head?
She laughed nervously. “No, no, wouldn’t think that about you. You’re a good guy. I mean, from what I hear. I mean, you seem like a nice guy. I mean, what I’ve seen of you. Even though, technically we’ve never met.” She was such an idiot!
“Have to remedy that. And right now. Could you meet me out in the back so we can evaluate the damage? You should call your insurance company.”
“Oh, I will. Actually, I can fix that, if it’s not too bad.”
“You a carpenter?” He sounded surprised.
“Added two rooms onto this place by myself.”
“Good for you. Come on out and we’ll check it out and see.”
“Okay. Give me ten.”
“See ya in ten.”
Her heart beat so hard, she thought she’d keel over. She was going to meet him! In person and everything! She practically danced to her room. What should she wear? Something feminine and pretty. She chose a white tank top which would show off her pumped arms and a plain pair of jeans. The tight ones. Didn’t want to appear like she’d gone out of her way to look good. She needed to look casually hot. Heh-heh-heh.
But when she turned to face the mirror with the outfit on, she gasped. Her face looked like she’d had a fight with her cat and lost.
Hey! Perfect excuse! Her cat had attacked her!
Of course, anyone who met Theodore—and Rafe had—wouldn’t believe it. She’d tried to pill him, that was it. Yes. She’d tried to stuff a pill down his throat and he’d fought her. It would have to work!
“Hello,” she called out over the fence. Suddenly, she was staring into Mr. Beautiful’s stunning blue gaze. He must be standing on a ladder.
He sent her a blinding white smile that made her heart stop. “Hey there, what happened to you?”
She couldn’t respond, he was too amazing-looking.
His smile faded into a frown. “Are you okay? You’re lookin’ at me like I’m a ghost. I’m real,” he said, flashing that white-toothed smile at her once more.
She shook her head quickly. “Sorry. I just… No. I’m fine.”
“What happened to your face? You’re bleeding.”
“Lost a fight with my cat. He doesn’t like being pilled.”
“Holy Cow, I guess not. Jeez. You should get a new cat. Wait, is that him?”
Theodore stood docilely at her feet.
She gave a quick nod. “Don’t mistake that innocent look. He’s a menace.”
“You don’t say.”
She cleared her throat and straightened her shoulders. Forcing herself to stop staring at the gorgeous god, she turned her attention to the broken fence. She walked up and gave it a close examination. “So, this looks fixable. Chainsaw off the branch, buy a couple new boards. I’ll take care of it.” She glanced up at him, then had to avert her gaze. He was too much. Too cute, too handsome and she could smell his marvelous cologne from where she stood. Her knees threatened to give way. “I’ll… uh… need permission to come onto your property.”
“Sure, sure. Why not now? I mean, you ought to see what the damage is on this side.”
She looked up at him, he was checking out her breasts. Score! Looked like he was working hard to maintain eye contact. Perfect! The tank top worked!
“I hope it’s not worse than over here,” she said.
“No. No. Branch mainly fell into a hedge here. But I figured you might want to check this side.”
Her pulse pounded in her ears. “Yeah. Sure, that’d be good. Um, shall I come to your front door, then?” Then ravage you in your bedroom?
“Yeah. Wow, those scratches are deep. Kinda wide, too. Your cat did that?”
“Uh… yeah. Cat. Forgot to use the kitchen mitts, you know, oven mitts, those usually protect me…” So lame! “I’ll meet you at your front door.”
“Good.”
I am so excited! My new book is selling well, and I'm going to go celebrate in Reno! Gambling! Drinking! Dancing! Mayhem! My favorite cousin and I are driving up there, just us girls, and we're going to have a fabulous time! Hubby hates gambling, doesn't drink much and I am tired of trying to entertain him in places he doesn't want to be. We finally decided a couple years ago that he shouldn't go to Reno anymore. I went alone a couple times, but that wasn't as much fun. Now my cousin is totally on board and we have a blast together! I got myself a room with a Jacuzzi tub and I can't wait!
Whooo-hooo! Vacation!!!!
Hope you all have a spectacular week! Here's a double portion of story today, just for you!
hugs,
Michelle
The phone rang. Teri wrapped a towel around herself and went to answer it.
“Hello?”
“Uh, hi. Is this Teresa Bond?”
She didn’t recognize the voice. “Yes.”
“Hi, this is your neighbor, Rafe McKellan.”
She broke into a coughing fit and nearly dropped the phone. After much effort, she calmed herself. “Uh… sorry. Yes, this is Teresa, but you can call me Teri.”
“Teri then. Did you hear that crash?”
“What crash?”
“Look in your backyard. A limb came off your oak and smashed part of the fence and landed in my yard.”
She quickly whipped up some alarm. “Oh, my God,” she exclaimed. “Was anyone hurt?”
“No, no. Well, maybe. I think someone was climbing in your tree, fell into my yard and then ran out my side yard. Because my antique windows are busted, looks like someone ran right over them, trying to get out of my yard. You got any teenagers over there?”
“No,” she said, her voice cracking. She cleared her throat. “No,” she replied in a strong tone. “I’m single, have no teenagers.” Quick, lie! “But there is a kid who lives around here that likes to climb trees. Maybe it was him.”
“Who is he?”
“Billy Goody, lives down the block, but he’s in school. Man, I hope there wasn’t a burglar or something around. Did you call the police?” Please don’t have!
“No, no. Cops won’t care about a few broken windows. Think I spooked the kid when I ran outside after he fell. Must have been hiding there when I checked the damage. Then when I went over to your place, he must have taken off, ran through my side yard and crashed through my windows before he could stop himself. Bummed about those windows. Cost me a bundle and now they’re worthless.”
“That’s terrible. And all this happened when I was taking a shower?”
“Guess so. Sorry I went through your yard without permission, I just wanted to make sure no one was hurt.”
“No problem. Thanks so much for making sure I was all right. That’s very thoughtful of you.”
“Well, I’m glad you don’t think I’m some Peeping Tom in your yard…”
There was a weird note to his voice. Or was it the guilty voices screaming in her head?
She laughed nervously. “No, no, wouldn’t think that about you. You’re a good guy. I mean, from what I hear. I mean, you seem like a nice guy. I mean, what I’ve seen of you. Even though, technically we’ve never met.” She was such an idiot!
“Have to remedy that. And right now. Could you meet me out in the back so we can evaluate the damage? You should call your insurance company.”
“Oh, I will. Actually, I can fix that, if it’s not too bad.”
“You a carpenter?” He sounded surprised.
“Added two rooms onto this place by myself.”
“Good for you. Come on out and we’ll check it out and see.”
“Okay. Give me ten.”
“See ya in ten.”
Her heart beat so hard, she thought she’d keel over. She was going to meet him! In person and everything! She practically danced to her room. What should she wear? Something feminine and pretty. She chose a white tank top which would show off her pumped arms and a plain pair of jeans. The tight ones. Didn’t want to appear like she’d gone out of her way to look good. She needed to look casually hot. Heh-heh-heh.
But when she turned to face the mirror with the outfit on, she gasped. Her face looked like she’d had a fight with her cat and lost.
Hey! Perfect excuse! Her cat had attacked her!
Of course, anyone who met Theodore—and Rafe had—wouldn’t believe it. She’d tried to pill him, that was it. Yes. She’d tried to stuff a pill down his throat and he’d fought her. It would have to work!
“Hello,” she called out over the fence. Suddenly, she was staring into Mr. Beautiful’s stunning blue gaze. He must be standing on a ladder.
He sent her a blinding white smile that made her heart stop. “Hey there, what happened to you?”
She couldn’t respond, he was too amazing-looking.
His smile faded into a frown. “Are you okay? You’re lookin’ at me like I’m a ghost. I’m real,” he said, flashing that white-toothed smile at her once more.
She shook her head quickly. “Sorry. I just… No. I’m fine.”
“What happened to your face? You’re bleeding.”
“Lost a fight with my cat. He doesn’t like being pilled.”
“Holy Cow, I guess not. Jeez. You should get a new cat. Wait, is that him?”
Theodore stood docilely at her feet.
She gave a quick nod. “Don’t mistake that innocent look. He’s a menace.”
“You don’t say.”
She cleared her throat and straightened her shoulders. Forcing herself to stop staring at the gorgeous god, she turned her attention to the broken fence. She walked up and gave it a close examination. “So, this looks fixable. Chainsaw off the branch, buy a couple new boards. I’ll take care of it.” She glanced up at him, then had to avert her gaze. He was too much. Too cute, too handsome and she could smell his marvelous cologne from where she stood. Her knees threatened to give way. “I’ll… uh… need permission to come onto your property.”
“Sure, sure. Why not now? I mean, you ought to see what the damage is on this side.”
She looked up at him, he was checking out her breasts. Score! Looked like he was working hard to maintain eye contact. Perfect! The tank top worked!
“I hope it’s not worse than over here,” she said.
“No. No. Branch mainly fell into a hedge here. But I figured you might want to check this side.”
Her pulse pounded in her ears. “Yeah. Sure, that’d be good. Um, shall I come to your front door, then?” Then ravage you in your bedroom?
“Yeah. Wow, those scratches are deep. Kinda wide, too. Your cat did that?”
“Uh… yeah. Cat. Forgot to use the kitchen mitts, you know, oven mitts, those usually protect me…” So lame! “I’ll meet you at your front door.”
“Good.”
Rafe watched Teri walk back into her house. Nice ass. Nice legs. Nice everything. He’d noticed her the first day he moved in. He’d wanted her from the moment he’d laid eyes on her. She’d been cleaning off her roof. What a body! He wondered if she was seeing someone. Cute little thing. Sultry mouth, dark eyes, short dark hair, long lashes, around his age, mid-thirties. Hadn’t seen any men hanging around her place. He knew she was a mystery writer, he’d been a big fan of hers since her first book came out. He hadn’t wanted to mention that, didn’t want to make her uncomfortable. And while the picture on the jacket cover of her book was hot, it didn’t do the woman justice. She was beautiful.
He was so happy that stupid branch had given him a reason to talk to her. And now she was coming to his house. He’d offer her a glass of wine, loosen her up and see if he could find out if she was dating.
There was only one thing bothering him. That story of hers about the cat made no sense. How did the cat scratch her back? And the scratches didn’t look like a cat made them. At all. And they were so fresh. But why would she lie to him?
The answer smacked him square between the eyes. The broken branch. Somehow she was responsible. But why wouldn’t she come clean about it? So she’d been fooling around in the tree and a branch broke? Why would she lie about that? Why would she freak out and run out through his yard, busting his windows in the process? Why would she want to cover that up?
No, had to be a teenager, she seemed too mature for that kind of crap.
He walked over to the hedge where the branch had fallen. Pushing through the brush, he saw something yellow. Reaching in, he grabbed it. A piece of cloth with a bit of fresh blood on it. Didn’t look like it came from a boy’s shirt. As he was pulling away, a glint of metal caught his eye. Peering deep into the hedge, he saw what looked like a necklace of some sort. He pushed in and grabbed it. A gold heart necklace engraved with a T.
What the hell? If this wasn’t the most incriminating evidence, he didn’t know what was. His blood boiled. She broke his damned windows, then stood there with that innocent look on her face and lied about her cat attacking her. Why would she do that?
He didn’t know, but he was going to find out. His doorbell rang. If she’d busted his windows and lied to him, she’d pay a price for that. Over his lap. Her pants around her ankles, that fine ass of hers spanked into a nice shade of beet red.
©2011, Michelle Carlyle
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