Book Excerpts

Here are two stories I wrote recently. For the rest of my work, go to the Books section of this website or go to my blog.

 

Newbie Games
By Michelle Carlyle

Angela’s pulse raced. Bill had something big in store for her, he’d told her as much. She sat in her car, her palms sweating, her feet tapping out the words I’m Nervous in Morse Code.

She couldn’t sit there much longer, he’d notice soon if he hadn’t noticed already. She’d probably get extra spanks for delaying her entrance.

Ooh, those spankings of his. Way too hot. She’d had no idea she could come from a spanking alone, but Bill had taught her the ways of erotic spanking. The thought of their previous evenings made her lightheaded.

Why was she feeling so chicken? Well, duh. Maybe it was that little bit he dropped about buying “implements”?

Mentally slapping herself, she got out of the car and walked up to the house purposefully, her shoulders straight, her head high—while her interior was filled with Jello.

He opened the door before she reached it, a puzzled smile on his carved face. “Why’d you stay in the car so long? On a phone call?”

Her face grew hot. Even before she could answer him, he burst out laughing. “You’re nervous?”

She nodded, expecting to be reassured. His mustached grin turned sinister, his eyes, hard. He nodded. “Good, you should be.”

Angela almost yelped. She stayed frozen to the porch.

“Well, come on in, baby, let’s get this party started.” He stood out of the way and gestured her inside.

Feeling as if bricks were attached to her feet, she forced herself to walk inside. He closed the door behind her.

She turned and gazed up at him, he took her in his arms and kissed her. A beautiful, lovely, warm, sweet kiss. He pulled away, his ocean blue eyes twinkling down at her. “I love you, baby.”

She melted into a pool of goo. “I love you, Bill!” She threw her arms around his neck, ran her fingers through his long dark, hair and kissed him. Tongues intertwined, they played and danced in each other’s mouths. Angela’s sex welled with want; she wondered how long it would be before they began their evening’s fun.
Mid-kiss, Bill took control. Savaging her mouth, he dominated the kiss. Her knees went weak, his steely arm locked across her back to steady her. Her mind swirled with lust.

He pulled away; the smile in his eyes was replaced by a cool hunger. Just the look alone made her want to come.

“We’re gonna play a little game I devised. We start now. Come here,” he said, grabbing her by the hand.

He led her into his gourmet kitchen and up to a granite-covered center island. On top of the black and grey-flecked surface were three die. Two were normal, one bore different markings on each side; a king, a queen, a jack, some hearts, some spades, one club.

“Okay, first I take off your clothes.” His voice was low and rasping, sending a thrill through her. He turned her around and unzipped her dress. Slipping it over her shoulders, he let it fall to the floor.

He ran a hand over a bun. “Nice underwear, honey. Love the matching red panties and bra. Okay, we’ll leave those on for a while. Now get out of those shoes, good. Yeah, I like you like this.” He ran a hand down her back, swept it over her hips and touched her sex.

Every nerve jumped, she instantly got wet.

He grinned at her reaction. “Oh, baby, wait. What I have in store for you. I’m telling you now, you won’t be the same.”

A shiver of fear raced up her spine followed by a wallop to her sex. Throbbing hard, she felt on the verge of climax and he hadn’t even done anything to her yet.

“Okay, baby, grab those dice and we’re going into the dining room. We’re going to give all new meaning to eating in.”

She laughed; he joined her. He gestured toward the dining room. She gathered the dice and walked out of the kitchen.

She walked into the dining room, her heart stopped. On the dining table was a large foam pad covered in black material. The room was dimly lit, the light provided by a group of candles on two small side tables on one side of the room and the overhead light, which was a bare glow. On the buffet that ran along the wall to her right were many different items: one popped out at her: a riding crop.

Swallowing hard, she stared at the buffet in abject terror, every muscle taut, sweat breaking out all over her body.

His voice in her ear gave her goose-bumps. “Starting to get the picture, aren’t you? My bad girl.”

Lightheaded, she stammered, “Uh… yeah.”

“Okay, we start at the buffet, bring the dice over here, let me introduce you to some new concepts.”

“Oh, God.”

He grinned at her, but his gaze was wicked with lust and dominance. “Here we have a group of toys. Glass dildo, vibrating dildo, vibrator.”

A jolt went through her sex, setting her clit on fire. Oh, man. This was going to be an evening to remember.

He gestured towards the next group: the scarier group. “Here we have a riding crop, a cane, a leather paddle and a wooden paddle. Now here’s the game. See this die here with the card markings? For toys—I got a list here if you want to see it—King means glass dildo; queen: my tongue; jack: vibrating dildo; spades: my finger; hearts: vibrator. Club means my choice. For Punishment, King means cane, queen means wooden paddle, jack means leather paddle, club means riding crop, hearts and spades mean my hand. Here’s the deal: first you roll for toys with the special die. Then you roll the two normal die to see how many thrusts with the toy, or seconds of torment with the vibrator you get. Whatever number gets multiplied by one more roll of one die. And here’s the object of the game. You can’t come. You come, you lose and then you roll the Punishment Dice. Whatever implement you roll and then the dice determines how many strokes you get.”

“I’m ready to come and we haven’t even started.”

“Oh, I’m counting on the fact that you will be coming. A lot. I want you up on that table, splayed out like a Thanksgiving Day meal. All for me.”

“Oh, God.” She hopped up on the table and laid down, her legs spread. His eyes shone as he raked her body with his gaze.

“Good, baby, real good. Now roll. First for the toy.”

He placed the die on the upper corner of the table; where there was a foot-wide patch of bare table. She took the die with the card markings, her heart thudding hard in her chest. She rolled. Hearts.

“That is the…” Bill said, looking over at the reference card on top of the buffet. “The vibrator—ooo, and so early in the game.” He laughed an evil laugh. “You are sunk, baby. Sunk. Now roll to see for how long. Each point is a second of time.”

She rolled; all the air got sucked out of her lungs. Two sixes.

Bill burst out laughing. “Good one. Oh, baby, this is gonna be a good one. Go on, roll one die for the multiplier.”

She didn’t want to. She rolled. Five.

Groaning, she flopped onto her back on the pad while Bill chuckled. “Oh, baby, is this gonna be fun. Five times twelve is sixty seconds. How sweet is that? Now spread ‘em for me, honey. Wide.”

Sighing, she complied, her sex throbbing in anticipation. She was going to lose this game. Fast. Of course, at this point, if he so much as placed the tip of his index finger on her clit she’d explode.

Bill grabbed the evil Wahl—which was attached to an extension cord, and a timer off the buffet. He set the timer for a minute. Moving up next to the bed, he turned on the Wahl. He set the timer down, then simultaneously, he pressed the button on the timer and placed the buzzing head of the vibrator to her clit.

She nearly leapt off the table. She clutched the foam pad, pushing off the table with her legs.

“Stay in one place or we skip this and go right for the punishment. You have to lie there and take whatever I do to you.”

“Auuugggh! This is so hard! I c-c-c-c-can’t take this! Eeeeaaaah! No, no, no! No, I won’t come! No,” she whined. She pleaded with her mind to think of anything but the delicious sensations rocking her sex.

She quickly lost the battle. Blasting into an orgasm, she bucked up against the toy, screaming with pleasure. Spasms of joy echoed through her womb; her body radiated with pure exhilaration.

Bill laughed. “Oh, I’m gonna love this. Penalty! Now roll the die, let’s see what punishment you just earned.”

Breathing hard, but now very nervous, she rolled up onto her side, grabbed the die with the card markings and rolled. A club.

“Club… ooo, riding crop. I’ve been dying to introduce you to this one. Okay, baby, on your tummy. Wait, let me get the one addition I need here,” he said, reaching under the table. He withdrew a small pillow.

She got onto her stomach; he indicated she should lift up her hips. He placed the pillow directly under her so her butt was higher in the air. Oh, dear.

“Now, let me get you all ready,” he said, grabbing the back of her panties and pulling them down to mid-thigh. “Oh, that is a pretty, pretty sight, honey.” He ran a hand over her tush, electrifying her clit again. This was crazy!

She wondered what the crop would feel like. Could she take it? Her stomach did flip-flops.

“Roll the two die, let’s see how many you get.”

Her hand shaking, she rolled the two die. A five and a four. “Damn this!”

He chuckled with pure delight. “Great, now roll to see what the multiplier is.”

She prayed for a one. She got a four. That was… thirty-six strokes with the damn weapon! And this soon!

“Baby is gonna be sore by the end of this evening.” He sounded positively gleeful at the prospect. He got the whip and showed it to her. “Scared?” he gloated.

“Yeah,” she admitted readily.

The sinister glint in his eye grew. “Good.”

He raised the whip and swished through the air a few times. She froze in fear; every muscle taut.

She grasped the foam in anticipation of her punishment. She heard the whip cut through the air, it cracked against her sit spots, she jumped. The pain was sharp, but delicious. Waves of sensation rocked her clit; she ground her hips against the pillow. This was fun!

“One down, thirty-five to go,” he said. Swish-crack! Little sharper, she yipped.

Bill delivered a sharp report of several strikes, the pain built; she gripped the foam harder. He stopped and ran a hand over her now flaming buns. The edge went off the pain; she relished in the hot tendrils of desire that ignited in her sex.

“Okay, I’m gonna go a bit harder here, let’s see what you can take,” he said. The pit of her stomach dropped. Could she take what he could dish out?

Swish-crack! A searing hot strike inflamed her ass; shocking her. A storm of hits bombarded her burning buns; this was intense! He stopped and rubbed her butt; the pain melted into pure pleasure. Wow, this was crazy, but really fun. Almost on the edge of what she could take, but it was amazing what it did for her libido. Now wet, she pressed her hips against the foam pad, wishing all to hell he’d slip his hand underneath her and stroke her.

“Okay, baby, one more session here and you’re done with your punishment.”

The whip came down on her ass, hard. One right after another, she gritted her teeth and squealed while the crop made mincemeat out of her rear end. He finished with one final strike that made her yelp loudly. She collapsed against the foam pad, breathing to control the pain. Okay, that was close to what she could take. Very close. He massaged her scorched buns; her sex throbbed with an intensity she’d never felt before. Her entire body warmed, her feet tingled. So amazing!

He kissed her on the cheek. “You did real good, honey, I’m proud of you. You can really take it. How was that?”

“Right on the edge.”

“Good, good. When I know all your limits, I can give you the most pleasure with this stuff.”

“Hooo. That was intense.”

“And we’ve only just begun. Okay, roll the dice, let’s see what toy you get.”

She practically jumped on the dice. Clit payoff time! She was so horny, she couldn’t wait. All she wanted was for him to touch her. She’d never wanted to come so badly. And while she knew if she came, she’d get punished, the spanking and or whipping was a reward unto itself. She’d never had more fun in her life!

She rolled the card die. King.

“Ooo, little girl gets the glass dildo. Now see how many times I get to thrust it inside you.”

“Oh, dear.” She rolled a four and a six. “Yay!” she exclaimed.

He laughed at her reaction. “You are so cute, Angela. This is fun, huh?”

“Yeah, but where’s your payoff?”

“Oh, don’t worry about that, it’s coming.”

“Oh, I’m gonna make you come all right.”

He took in a deep breath. “Don’t. This is tough enough for me. I’m so ready to bend you over the couch in the living room, it isn’t funny.”

“Ooh, I almost came. Okay, let’s see what the multiplier is.” She rolled a three. “Cool! Thirty thrusts, let’s go!”

He laughed and retrieved the dildo. “Okay, baby, on your back with your legs spread wide. And it’s time to get rid of these,” he said, tugging on her panties. “Lose the bra, too, I want to see those beautiful breasts of yours.” She obliged, he looked at her naked body like she was a buffet.

“I can’t take it, short intermission, here.” He leaned forward, took a breast in his mouth while lightly massaging her other breast, creating a four-lane highway of lust that went straight to her clit. She writhed on the pad and moaned in pleasure.

He pulled away, his eyes heavy-lidded with lust. “I’m not gonna be able to play this for much longer here.”

“Me, neither.”

Bill smiled, grabbed the toy phallus and moved down to the end of the table. “Spread ‘em wide for me, baby.”

Eagerly, she moved her legs apart, inviting him inside.

“Now, don’t come or you’ll get punished,” he said with a huge grin on his handsome face.

He slipped the dildo carefully inside her. It felt so cool, yet so slippery and wonderful. When he hit her g-spot, she cried out.

“Easy, easy, baby. That was one.”

She grabbed the foam pad with both hands and tried to stave off the orgasm. This wasn’t going to be easy. He slid it out; ripples of excruciating pleasure coursed through her sex.

He thrust it in a bit faster, she gasped, every muscle tense. No, don’t come, don’t come yet.

Bill withdrew it; she nearly fainted with longing. Inside once more, her toes curled, she shut her eyes tightly. She wanted to come so badly she wanted to die.

He pushed the toy inside her again, then withdrew more quickly. He increased his pace; every cell in her body cried out for release.

She was so far gone, she thought she heard him say something like, “I can’t stand it, I have to…”

His warm and wet tongue touched her clit; she yelled, so close to coming, she knew she couldn’t stop. Bill flicked her engorged head; thrusting into her with the glass toy.

Every bit of her tried to stop the orgasm. He launched an all-out assault on her hardened nub with his tongue while pressing the toy deeply inside her.

Angela’s entire mind and body blew apart. She screamed in a deafening roar; writhing and bucking. She grabbed his head and smashed it to her clit. He obliged her, licking at her, shoving the toy inside her, sending her over the edge again and again. She forgot where she was, what was going on; all she could do was come.

She was barely aware that he’d withdrawn the toy and stopped. She grabbed herself, moving her hips against her hand, wringing every last bit of pleasure she could out of her climax. Her entire body sang with happiness.

“Oh, what a bad girl. We can skip the rest of this game, you need to pay and you need to pay now.”

He picked her up off the table and carried her into the living room. She was over his lap with her face pressed into the sofa before she realized it. When his large hand slapped against her sit spots, she exploded into another violent orgasm. Crying out, she lifted her ass higher. He spanked her harder and harder, causing a series of massive climaxes to rocket through her sex.

Moaning, yelling, coming; her mind was a swirling mass of pain and pleasure. She could barely process the overwhelming sensations rocking her body.

Bill abruptly picked her up off his lap, stood with her, pulled her around to the back of the couch and bent her over. When his solid steel tool thrust inside her, she shot right back to the edge, screaming with pure rapture. Bill came at her like a wild man, driving so deeply inside her, each hit to her g-spot caused her to erupt into another orgasm. She could barely breathe; she couldn’t think; he kept her out in a place of pure feeling, pure ecstasy.

He increased his pace until he released inside her; roaring loudly, launching her into an even stronger orgasm. She was so far gone, she couldn’t see; her mind was a kaleidoscope of colors; her scattered thoughts centered only on the intense pleasure the man brought her.

As she came down, she collapsed against the couch and concentrated on breathing, so close to passing out, black spots dotted her vision.

Some part of her noticed that he picked up her limp body from the couch and carried her somewhere. Softness engulfed her.

“Honey? Are you okay?” came his worried voice.

“Fine,” she croaked.

“You look half-dead.”

“I am half-dead. You nearly annihilated me with pleasure.”

He laughed and hugged her. She curled up next to him and finally opened her eyes. The room still spun a bit. “Oooh, I’m dizzy. I didn’t breathe for a while there.”

“You turned bright red, honey. I’m sorry, I should have gone easier on you.”

She opened her eyes to face him. “Don’t you dare apologize for that. That was the best sex I’ve ever had in my life.”

He kissed her. “You’re straight out of my dreams, baby. Me, too. That was… awesome.”

“I couldn’t even imagine this a month ago. Couldn’t even imagine this level of sex.”

“I’m so glad, honey. I love you. Oh, I found somethin’ while I was up there,” he said, reaching under the pillow.

She looked at him with alarm. “What?”

“Yeah, I found something while I was doing you. Here, check it out,” he said, handing her a small object.

It took a moment for her mind to comprehend it. He’d given her a ring. A beautiful diamond ring, had to be two carats. “Wait you…” She gazed up into his eyes, the message was clear. “You’re… Are you… Does this…?”

The sweetest smile on his handsome face, he asked, “Will you marry me, Angela?”

Bursting into tears she threw her arms around him and kissed him. She pulled away to look at the ring again. “Really?”

“Really,” he said, grinning.

“Yes! Oh, hell yeah, I’ll marry you!” She crushed him in a hug; he laughed.

He pushed her away. “Try on the ring honey, I want to see how it looks on you.”

She slipped in on her finger; it fit perfectly. “Oh, Bill, it’s gorgeous.”

“I’m glad you like it. There’s another part that you get when we get hitched.”

“I can’t believe this. Are you sure?”

“More than I’ve ever been.”

“Me, too. Wow.”

He kissed her. When he pulled away, his expression turned a bit more serious. “I would like to talk to you a bit about what I think makes a marriage work.”

“Good communication and awesome sex.”

He chuckled. “Yeah. But maybe I should have told you about what I expect from you and me, before I proposed.”

Her stomach fluttered. “Sounds ominous.”

He smiled. “No, no. It’s not bad, see, I just… my ex and I had some issues, they came up and I found a way to deal with them that worked, but she wasn’t too happy with my solution. Well, she wasn’t too happy, period. I tried… but anyway, that all fell apart, I don’t want that to happen with us.”

“Neither do I.”

“See, now I’ve noticed some things about you that… well, they don’t worry me—you’re not out-of-control—but we got different styles here. I’m pretty meticulous about my house and the way I do things. You…”

“Live in chaos.”

His smiled widened; his shoulders relaxed. “Uh, yeah. And I gotta tell you, honey, I can’t live like you do.”

“Neither can I.”

“I’m glad to hear you say that.”

“I know, I keep meaning to get my crap together. I just… have some self-control issues.”

“I got that and that’s where—if we have any problems—that’s where they’ll be. And I don’t want problems. I want to face everything head on.”

“Good, me, too. I’d like to have all my ducks in a row, like you. You know, the house together, the bills paid on time. I just… I don’t know. Get lazy.”

“I noticed. I mean, you go to your job, you got that together and you don’t seem to ever be late, not with me.”

“No, because I know it bugs you. But I do have to work at it.”

“Well, let me tell you how I addressed the same issues with my wife.”

“Okay.”

“Ever heard of Domestic Discipline?”

“No.”

“Okay, well, basically, if you don’t come through with what you promised, you get disciplined.”

She smiled. “Sounds fun.”

He shook his head. “It isn’t. It’s different than what we’ve been playing with. Very different. Its intended as a negative sanction, it’s… well, a punishment, a real one.”

All her extremities went wobbly; she got a bit dizzy. “You’re scaring me.”

“Don’t be. It’s only for your own good and the good of the marriage.”

“And you want to do this with me.”

“Yeah. But only with your consent, obviously. If you don’t want to, I get it. I just… it works.”

“So if I don’t go along with it, the marriage proposal is off?”

He reached out and hugged her, hard. “No, no. Not at all, I love you honey. For better or worse.”

He released her; she sat back and thought. Actual sanctions for her bad behavior. New concept. She thought about all that trouble she’d had when her insurance got cancelled from lack of payment. Not that she didn’t have the money, she’d just let the deadline slip. What a horrendous hassle that had been. If he spanked her and it really hurt, she might actually get it together.

Of course, the whole idea did scare her. And titillated her. She loved this man’s dominant side.

She nodded. “This might actually help me.”

“That’s what I think. It will. Believe me, you suffer through just one real spanking of mine, I can guarantee you, you’ll be motivated.”

A thrill went through her sex. Damn, she was getting to be a regular masochist.

“I saw that shine in your eyes, no, you won’t like it. Really, you won’t. It will be completely different than these little play spankings. Here, you want one or two hard spanks? Real ones? So you can see?”

“Yeah,” she said eagerly. “Why not?”

“You won’t like ‘em.”

She rolled over onto her belly and clenched her fists in anticipation. Whack! Blistering pain ignited her ass. She yowled. He spanked her again—it felt like a solid piece of white-hot iron branded her buns. Tears stung her eyes, her ears rang, her vision went fuzzy.

“Okay, stop!” She collapsed to the mattress, breathing hard. “Wow. Okay, I get it.”

“You still game?”

“Yes. Even though, I will probably regret it.”

The pain gradually ceased replaced by waves of sensation that tingled her clit. Okay, she still liked part of it.

He took her in his arms and kissed her hard. “I love you, baby.”

“I love you, too, Bill.”

A voice in the back of her mind asked: What have I gotten myself into?

© 2008, Michelle Carlyle

 

 

Straightjacket of Lies
By Michelle Carlyle

“What’s all this then?”

Karen dropped the near-empty can of paint; what was left inside spilled all over the garage floor. Adrenaline flooded her veins, her mind exploded in terror. What was Daniel doing home? He wasn’t due for a week!

“Karen? Honey? Why are you painting the garage and… where’s my car?”

An avalanche of panic buried her. She couldn’t breathe, couldn’t move. All she could do was stare at him and stammer. Not a good way to cover her tracks.

The timing couldn’t be worse! She hadn’t even thought up a good lie. She didn’t think she needed to.

Daniel’s piercing blue eyes darted around the garage. He saw the remains of wood, and the sawdust, all the detritus leftover from rebuilding the garage doors. He looked at the paint, now spilled on the garage floor. And he checked where his vintage ‘Cuda had been parked. His gaze narrowed, anger lines creased his handsome face. His mouth grew tight.

“Karen,” he repeated, his voice deeper, “please tell me what you’re doing and where my car is.”

“Uh… I’m having it cleaned and detailed for you, honey. Wow, you surprised me. I’m so glad to see you,” she said, sounding incredibly unconvincing. She climbed down the ladder and was careful to avoid the spill of white paint. She stepped around it and rushed up to him.

He bent down and kissed her, for a moment she forgot everything. Her body warmed, tingly energy raced through her system. God, she loved this man. With his dark hair, broken nose and carved cheekbones, it wasn’t just his looks that slew her. Daniel was a man’s man. Strong, self-possessed and the best lover she’d ever had.

However, this was not the homecoming she’d envisioned. Of course, nothing had gone right since Daniel left to go film a movie, three weeks before.

He pulled away and continued to inspect the garage. “I see that I surprised you. Looks like you surprised me, too.”

“Yeah, let me clean this up and I’ll help you unpack.”

He didn’t budge. “Honey, why do look like a burglar caught with her hand in the case full of diamonds by the night guard?” His x-ray vision bore into her.

There was no way she was admitting to what she’d done. No way. “I don’t know,” she said, looking him directly in the eye. Which wasn’t easy. All she wanted to do was run.

He gazed at her, examining her. He reached out and brushed some hair out of her eyes. His brow furrowed, he studied her even more intently. He wanted to believe her. But she was doing such a rotten job at acting, he clearly was having trouble. He checked around the garage once more. “So, what happened here? Why are you painting the garage? Looks like something happened to the doors.”

“Yeah,” she tossed off casually. “Stupid Babs, she came over, her brakes went out and she kinda smashed the doors some. Luckily, your car wasn’t hit or anything, nothin’ but the doors were hurt. And of course, she has no freakin’ insurance. So I took some money out of my Mad Money stash and I’ve been fixin’ them. I was hoping to get it all done before you got home. I know she is not your favorite person.”

A muscle in his jaw twitched; his anger lines deepened; his gaze intensified. “That’s an understatement. I thought you were backing off from her.”

“Well, you were gone, I was lonely, we’re old friends.”

His expression remained harsh. “I don’t like her influence on you.”

“Honey, I’m forty. She has no influence on me.”

“No? For no influence, she sure gets you caught up in some stupid schemes. Figures she’s at fault here. Steve should keep her locked up.”

“Oh, he tries.”

“He needs to take that woman in hand.” He gazed down at her, his eyes slightly narrowed. “It’s worked wonders with you.”

She waved a hand. “Oh, please. I changed because I wanted to.”

He chuckled, clearly disbelieving her. “Had nothing to do with the spankings.”

“No. Well, partially.” No way was she admitting to that! “You just woke me up to some of my self-destructive behaviors that’s all.”

“I think the paddle was the real wake-up call.”

“I was ready to change.”

He grinned. “Brat. So, you rebuilt this all on your own?”

“Yeah.”

“Good job, honey. I didn’t realize you were so handy.”

“I helped build my house, you know, with Jerkface.”

“I thought he did all that.”

“No, I did.”

“Why didn’t you ever—”

“Because the issue has never come up. We only bought this place, what? Four years ago and since then, all I’ve been doing is writing scripts and traveling all over hell and gone. This is really the first slow-down I’ve had.”

He smiled, reached out and brought her to him and kissed her again. “I knew you were talented, I just didn’t know your talents went this far.”

She beamed. But felt a stab of guilt in her gut. She hated lying to him. She vowed when she married him that she’d never lie to him. This would be a clean relationship. Damn that tequila. Daniel was right. Babs was a terrible influence on her.

“So who’s detailing my car?”

Karen blanked. Completely.

He eyed her suspiciously. “Karen? Who is detailing my car?”

“Sorry—I was thinking about something else. Uh, it’s either Paco’s or Barry’s.”

His mouth dropped open. “You don’t know?”

“No, I do. It’s Barry’s.”

His brow furrowed. “Well, isn’t it done by now?”

“Maybe. I was gonna go pick it up later, after I got done with the paint. I didn’t want anything to happen to it.”

He nodded, but it was clear he was not convinced. He smelled a rat. Goddamn this!

“Look, I’m going to clean this all up. Then what’s say we go out to celebrate your homecoming? Or do you want me to cook you a special meal here?”

Instead of looking happy, he looked even more concerned. “You’re offering to cook.”

She gave him a brilliant smile. “Yeah? Why? Can’t a wife want to do something nice for her husband? Especially since I haven’t seen you in three weeks?”

His expression didn’t change. “What was the quote? ‘I’d rather get a root canal without anesthetic rather than cook…’”

Her ship of lies was sinking fast. “Oh, honey, it’s only because I cooked for seven years for what’s-his-face and his two kids. I told you, I’m getting over all that damage and I want this to be different. I know I haven’t cooked for you… uh, ever I think, but I’m getting over all that crap. I used to like to cook. Before the Marriage from Hell. I don’t want to take out any more of that on you. I love you, I want to cook for you.”

He examined her face carefully. She tried to keep her expression passive.

 “We can go out,” he said.

“You don’t look happy about it.”

“I just… Honey, do you have something to tell me? Because I am getting some heavy-duty signals here that all is not right. I am getting the overwhelming feeling that you are lying through your teeth to me. My gut is telling me that something happened to my car. That perhaps, just perhaps, it was the object that went through this garage door. And that you are working really hard to cover your tracks. You didn’t expect me for another week.”

She wanted to die. But she kept her expression frozen. How would she feel if she hadn’t been lying? Indignant. Upset he didn’t trust her.

She allowed her exasperation to turn to anger. “Jesus Christ, Daniel, what is up with this? You surprise me, you’re right, I didn’t want you knowing what Babs did, you catch me off guard and now suddenly I’m lying to you? You know, I’d think you’d be happier to see me, but maybe you’re not.”

She threw down the paintbrush in a big display of anger and stormed off towards the house.

“Wait, honey, I’m sorry. Karen, please. I had a long flight. I’m probably just tired. I just… You surprised me. I’m sorry. I had this idea of what I would find when I came home and… Come on. Come back here.”

She crossed her arms and pouted. Finally, she turned around and was overcome with guilt at the contrite expression on his gorgeous carved face. She sighed, then pretended to overcome her anger and walked back to him. He took her in his arms and kissed her.

He pulled away and said, “You finish up out here, I’ll unpack. By that time you’ll be done, we can both take showers,” he said, winking at her. A thrill went through her. Goody! Sex! “And then I’ll take you out to 231, okay?”

“Oooo, 231! Wow. You got a deal!”

He laughed at her exuberance, turned and walked inside the house. Karen went into the garage and collapsed against a wall.

“Oh, God, that was too close. Too close. What the hell am I going to do?”

Daniel walked inside, reached for his suitcase, but stopped. Karen was lying. She’d put on a show of anger, but damn it, he knew better. She’d displayed all the signs. Her eyes darted around, she looked so guilty, she appeared to be on the verge of tears at times. She’d done something to his car. And he’d bet Babs was involved. Along with a healthy amount of alcohol.

His jaw set. He had to go confront her. He couldn’t go on distrusting her like this. He had to have it all out in the open. He turned right around and walked out to the garage.

As he approached the detached building, he heard her inside talking to someone. He crept up to the garage and flattened against the side.

“Please tell me it’s almost ready.”

She was talking about his car. Maybe she was having it detailed.

“Well, I won’t be alive by Friday, so it doesn’t matter… No, he’s here now… Yeah… That it was being detailed…”

So she was lying! He knew it! Rage welled up inside him, his fists balled, his teeth clenched. He had to hold himself back from storming inside. He had to find out what happened to his car.

“There is no way I’m telling him. Jesus, I barely believe it myself. Freakin’ tequila… It’s not funny, Brad.”

Brad? Brad… why did he know that name? Of course, Brad Maloney, the custom car guy. Daniel felt sick. What happened to his beloved car?

“Daniel is right, those girls are a terrible influence on me. And Babs has been dyin’ to drive that ‘Cuda. I can’t believe I let her.”

Daniel almost fainted. He had to grip onto the garage wall for support. He could not believe his ears. She let Babs—the menace of the Peninsula—drive his precious, most prized possession. He could not believe it.

“No, she wasn’t. I was. I was the one who drove the thing through the garage door. At least, I think I was. The bruises are gone, at least. Took two weeks.”

He felt the world take a spin. Not only did Karen let Babs drive his baby, she drove it herself, loaded out on tequila and drove it straight through the garage door! He was going to annihilate her for this. He couldn’t believe her level of disobedience. Driving drunk, taking out his car—something he’d forbidden her ever to do—she got in an accident, she’d destroyed their property AND she hurt herself in the process. She could have died. This was too much. His vision went all blurry, fury flooded his entire body. She’d never crossed him like this.

“Damn it. I can’t confess to him, he’ll go crazy. And we haven’t seen each other in three weeks, I wanted to have this all done before he got back. So, Saturday, you think? Okay. Let me know if the part does not come in, will you do that? Great. Alright, see ya, Brad.”

He wondered if he should let her know that he’d overheard her. He was so angry, he couldn’t think straight.

And as good of an actor as he was, he wouldn’t be able to keep this from her. And there was no way he was taking the wench out for dinner. All those lies! Driving drunk! What was she thinking? Well, it was clear, she hadn’t been thinking at all.

She began talking to herself. “God, now what am I gonna do? Lie my way out. I have to come up with a good lie. A good one. A solid one. What could possibly happen to a car at a detailers… it could get stolen! No, then Daniel will want to sue the damn place. He’ll call the police and hire a private detective. Why? Why did I listen to her? Why did I drive it? What is wrong with me?” She swore a blue streak and kicked something.

His anger faded a bit. There was something delicious about the way she was torturing herself. He’d let her stew some. Wait. Maybe he’d play with her. That was it. And watch her squirm. What story would she concoct? How would she explain the car’s disappearance?

He smiled. This was going to be fun. As angry as he was with her, he still got a thrill out of teaching his bad girl lessons. Besides, there was no going back now. The damage had been done. He could find another perfect ‘Cuda. It had taken him seven years to find that one, but he could find another. He had more money now, anyway. He forced himself to calm down. He’d play with her for a while and then drop the bomb on her.

Oh, man, was he going to lay waste to her poor ass. He’d spank her, paddle her, then he’d bring out the big guns—the cane. She’d only tasted the cane once before. He’d only given her five, but he’d never heard that particular high-pitched squeal out of her before or since. This time he’d give her ten. Along with countless spanks and swats with the paddle. He got a half-shaft just thinking about it. Vengeance filled his veins. This retribution would be mighty. And boy, had she earned it.

He turned and snuck along the fence and up to the house. He checked over his shoulder a few times, but she hadn’t ventured outside the garage. He went inside the house and got everything all nicely set up. He piled two pillows up in the middle of their bed and retrieved his weaponry.

He’d planned on making love to her within a few hours of getting home, but this was going to be even more fun. Now he’d be giving it to her while she was on all fours with her ass redder than a beet. He pictured her sweet rear end striped with welts from the cane and got stiff. There was nothing more exciting than doing her from behind after a good session with his paddle or the cane. And nothing was more beautiful than his wife bent over, submitting to him. This would be a night to remember.

Karen argued with herself for the longest time. To tell the truth or not? She couldn’t imagine what he would do if he found out what she’d done. She shuddered as she pictured her ass after he caned her that one time. Wow, that was bad. While she’d fully deserved it, it still had been no fun. Well, the sex and submission afterwards was totally hot. Off-the-scale hot. Still, sitting had proven unbearable for three full days.

No, she was lying. Done.

She finished cleaning up and bravely marched into the house, assuming the demeanor of someone innocent. Someone who was happy to have her husband home. Someone who could not possibly lie. At least, she hoped that’s how she looked.

Daniel was in the kitchen, making himself a sandwich.

“Honey? I thought we were going out.”

“I just wanted a little snack,” he said. But his gaze didn’t match the conversational tone of his voice. Something was up. But how could he have found out?

Daniel nodded his head towards her. “So when’s my car going to be done?”

“Oh, about that.”

His gaze sharpened. “What?”

Her stomach lurched. She had to play this just right. “Don’t be angry, but they can’t get to it until tomorrow.”

“What? I’ve never heard of someone keeping a car overnight just to wash it.”

“Well, see, I owe this guy, he’s a friend of mine. I promise I won’t ever take it there again, I—“

Daniel held up his hand.

She stopped. He finished his sandwich in one bite, chasing it down with a glass of milk. After setting down the glass, he shot her a look that made all the hair stand up on the back of her neck. His blue gaze bore into her, the planes of his face became severe. She saw it. The volcanic magma of anger deep within him. He knew.

Her shoulders slumped. She cast her gaze downward. Son-of-a-bitch. It was all over.

“How did you find out?” she asked.

“I walked out there to talk to you and overheard your whole conversation.”

All the blood must have drained from her entire head because she nearly fainted. She had to grip the counter for support. She was going to puke. She breathed deeply, trying to maintain her equilibrium. All she wanted to do was to turn inside herself until she disappeared.

“I want the whole story from you. Now.”

“Oh, God. I have to sit,” she said, staggering over to the kitchen table. She collapsed in a chair.

“Enjoy sitting while you can,” he warned.

She couldn’t even look at him. “Oh, God. You left, I was miserable. Babs called, we went to Jake’s Bar and… I don’t know how much I downed. So much that I called and took a taxi home.”

“Wait, you took a taxi home from the bar? How did—go on.”

“So we came here and got this great idea to drink more because hey, we didn’t have to drive anywhere. So I opened up that bottle of Mescal I got for my birthday—”

“The one you promise you’d give to someone else because of how crazy you get when you drink tequila?” he said, his voice laced with icy anger.

“Yes. Then the next thing I knew Babs was driving your car. Then I was driving your car. I don’t remember how we got out there or why I did it. Nor do I remember the accident. I woke up in pain and went outside and…”

A granite hard expression on his face, he nodded and jerked his head towards the back of the house. “Bedroom.”

Shaking, Karen got up, but didn’t remember much about the walk to the bedroom. Everything was blurry. She was terrified but moreover, she’d never been so mortified by her behavior in all her life. She was ashamed of herself. Why the ‘Cuda? Why the tequila?
           
When she saw the pillows in the center of the bed, a fresh wave of nausea overcame her.

He was right behind her. “Take off all your clothes.”

She nodded, tears stinging her eyes. She quickly stripped. Daniel sat on the bed and motioned her towards him. Her feet felt like they had anvils attached to them. Somehow she forced herself to walk over to him.

He guided her down onto his lap and adjusted her over his knee. Her breath was taken away on the first strike, she let out a yelp. Oh, no! How much of this could she take?

He spanked her with an evil rhythm, strong, swift and sure. Her cheeks bounced and jiggled from each searing strike. Her butt was flaming, the pain resonating throughout her whole body. This was not fun.

Tears stung her eyes as he continued silently, working her ass with power and precision. He spanked the sides of her rear, the tops, moving down to focus on her sit spots. She finally broke and howled.

“I’m sorry, Daniel, please, I’m so sorry!”

He said nothing but continued to slap her fiery buns. She sobbed loudly and yipped at every blow.

He stopped, she collapsed against him. He picked her up and stood her on her feet.

She’d never seen such a serious look on his face. He looked like an executioner. She’d really blown it with him.

“On the bed on your stomach,” he clipped out.

Her legs wobbly, she dutifully climbed on top of the bed and lay with her hips over the pillow. Daniel knelt beside her and adjusted her to his satisfaction. She knew what was coming next. As to be expected, she felt the flat of his wooden paddle broil her poor buns. She cried out. He stopped and let the pain echo through her. Every nerve ending was on fire. In rapid succession, he delivered nine more excruciating strikes with the paddle. She cried out, tears streaming down her cheeks.

He got off the bed and she prayed he was done. She was afraid he was not.

“Open your eyes.”

She obeyed him and found herself staring at his cane. She bawled.

“Do you think you deserve this?” he demanded quietly.

“Y-yes.”

“How many do you think you deserve?”

“However many you think.”

“Good girl. I’m giving you five instead of the ten I planned. Are you ready?”

“Yes.”

“You won’t ever do anything like this again, will you?”

“Never.”

“You never drink tequila again. You promise me.”

“I promise.”

“You never lie to me again.”

“I promise I won’t lie to you.”

“Okay, then. Let’s get on with it, shall we?”

He stood to the side. She felt him touch her buns with the tip of the cane. Aiming his strike. Oh, God…

She heard the cane whoosh through the air. Impact. Agony. Wow, that was intense! She shrieked. She heard swish again, another strike. Amazing pain. Sweat broke out all over her body. Swish—crack! A loud cry escaped her lips. Swish-crack! A louder yelp. The final one, aimed perfectly on her sit spots made her jump and yell.

She felt his hand on her ass, he gently began to rub out some of the pain. Cold lotion on her burning buns. Aloe. She was still in considerable pain, but it was all over. And he was now taking care of her. Thank the Lord. She hoped she’d get hot sex soon.

As if reading her mind, he said, “Up on all fours, baby.”

No sooner than she got up, he was behind her and inside. He took her with passion and ferocity. As if he his need had been pent-up for years. Pain and pleasure mixed together and in a split second, Karen was out of her mind with sexual joy. Nothing felt better than submitting to her husband. Especially after he’d spanked her.

The most important point, he’d forgiven her. She’d screwed up and paid the price and now, he was forgiving her, dominating her, and taking her as his own.

He grabbed her blazing cheeks and thrust himself inside her. “God, I love you, God, you look so hot like this. Submit to me, baby, submit to your man!”

She arched her back even more, sticking out her ass, taking him inside her as deeply as she could.

He groaned and plowed into her depths. “Yeah, yeah, baby, that’s it, you were bad and you learned your lesson. Didn’t you baby?”

“Yeah, yeah, yeah!” she cried out, blasting into an epic orgasm. She rocked back against him, he grabbed her hips harder and thrust into her with an almost savage edge, pushing her orgasm into overdrive. She screamed with pure rapture.

He increased his rhythm and cried out as he climaxed, causing her to immediately launch into yet another violent orgasm that felt like it blew her brain apart.

She lost track of time for a bit, reveling in the delicious feelings. A helacious orgasm. An amazing climax. One for the books.

What was with the extreme punishments and these out-of-this-world orgasms? Why did she feel closer to Daniel afterwards?

He withdrew, took her in his arms and they fell to the bed together. He kissed her hard, taking her mouth like he’d taken her body. She was right back on the edge again, just from his kiss. He wrapped his long arms around her and hugged her tightly.

“I’m so sorry, Daniel. I promise I won’t ever blow it like that again.”

“You’d better damn well stick to that, too. Damn, honey, what the hell happened?”

“I don’t know,” she said in a small voice.

“Well, that’s all over now.” He brought her close and kissed her on the temple. “And next time, I’ll take the keys with me.”

“But I won’t ever do it again.”

“No, you won’t,” he said, his eyes twinkling at her. He kissed her and she melted in his arms.

©2008, Michelle Carlyle