Tuesday, May 27, 2014


This scene is from our WIP, "The Author's Friends".  Carla finally made a decision about her new job opportunity, and went over to Michael's office at the end of the day to give him the news.

Michael heard the door open in his reception room, and Carla rushed through the inner office to greet him with arms outstretched.  “I see Sarah went home early; are your patient hours over for today?”

He stood at his desk to receive and hug her.  “Yes, we’re alone, Carla.  Do you think this would finally be a good time to talk?  We’ve gotten nowhere since our return from Bedford Springs.” 

“I’m really sorry.  The other night I thought I had this all sorted out, but then Rachel extended my deadline.  So while I was at the office today, I met with a couple of the partners to fill them in and decided to write up a list of pros and cons.  The day was a real whirlwind for me; you can’t believe what happened.” She spoke quickly as she threw her coat on the nearby couch.

“Carla, how long can we put this conversation off?”

“I’m not doing this to torment you, although it’s no secret that you enjoy ‘zat’ sort of thing from time to time, ‘Dr. Mengele’.”  Carla emphasized her point with a smile and a wink.  “But I think you’ll find this little tidbit pretty interesting.”

“I hope this isn’t going to be office gossip.” Michael's fingers were laced over his head in frustration.

“Come on, stay with me for just a minute, then I promise we’ll talk about us.”

Michael sighed in agreement.  Carla immediately seated herself in his lap, got comfortable, and excitedly began her story. 

"It was almost noon, so there weren’t too many people around the office.  I decided to eat in today, and walked down to the lunch room to pick up a bottle of water.  I thought it was odd that the blinds were closed, but assumed that maybe one of the lawyers was conferring with a client.  As I walked by, I heard some noises that sounded just a bit weird, so naturally I decided to peek in.”  

“Of course, you did.” Michael gave her a squeeze and grinned.

“I quietly pried the door open, and you won’t believe what I saw.”

“Something you probably shouldn’t have.” His eyes were starting to narrow.

“Jim, one of our associates, had his assistant bent over the lunch table.  He whispered something in her ear and lifted her skirt.”

“You stood there and watched them?”

“Oh my God, who could leave at that point?  He slid her panties down right below her bum and started rubbing it.”

Michael shook his head in disbelief.  “They didn’t see you?”

“Well, Joanne’s head was down and Jim became very busy smacking her bottom with a ruler.  It looked like she got herself one hell of a spanking.”

“She didn’t fight him?”

“No, this looked absolutely consensual.  In fact, from what I could see, both of them were enjoying themselves immensely.”

“It sounds like you were busy savoring the moment too, peanut.”

“Seriously, I felt like a real pervert.  But it was like watching a train wreck; I just could not stop.”

“So, how did you eventually manage to pull yourself away?” Michael asked facetiously, crossing his arms.

“After he spanked the area just below her tender, young ass, I was worried she might start crying; seriously, we’re talking about some visible ‘angry’ red stripes!  So, I regained my composure, closed the door and hustled back to my office.  I was sitting at the desk in some kind of daze, when Jim appeared at my door.  I tried to smile and mumbled a greeting, which he didn’t return.  Then as he turned to leave, he stopped, grinned and said that he hoped I 'enjoyed the show’.  Really, those were his exact words; Michael, I thought I was going to die of embarrassment.”

“Jesus.  I have to admit, that was quite a story.  You know if you’re feeling jealous, I have a ruler somewhere here in my drawer…”

“That’s not funny.”  Carla snuggled deep into his chest.  “I have another story; can you stand one more?”

Michael rolled his eyes to the ceiling; he’d been patient waiting for their discussion about her new career opportunity, and figured he could hold on a little longer.  Shaking his head, he lightly kissed her on the cheek.  “First, a certain young lady needs to raise her skirt and bend over the table.”

“Really ... I’m going to tell you my decision right now, including all the colorful details.”

He slid her off his lap and sharply applied his palm to her backside.  “And I look forward to the entire story, but I think we need to deal with your little adventure today first, don’t you?”

She rubbed her bottom and had a confused expression on her face.

“I’m not going to punish you for making me wait so long for an answer about your job opportunity.  That decision was yours to make, and I wanted you to take all the time you needed.  Your voyeurism at the office today, is another story.  Should I summon Jim and Joanne over to watch me spank you?  They were having a private moment, and you spied on them.  The door and blinds were closed for a reason, Carla; it wasn’t like you were invited to a spanking party."

She paused and pointed a finger at him.  “But it was okay for you to watch me through a window?  Does Bedford Springs Resort ring a bell?  You’re not losing your short term memory yet, are you Michael?”

“My memory is just fine.” He crossed his arms and tried not to smile.

In brave defiance, she crossed hers.

“The blinds on your windows were not closed, young lady, and if I remember correctly, pleasuring yourself is not permitted, unless I'm present.”  He tilted his head to the side.  “Is this debate over now, counselor?”

“Yes, sir.”  She knew her defense was worthless, and watched with wide eyes as he opened his desk drawer.  A wooden ruler was slowly removed, which he tapped on the palm of his hand.

“Yes, this will do nicely.  Turn around, my love, and pick up that long skirt of yours.”

Carla obeyed, and without being told, slowly lowered her panties just below her backside.

“Ahh, we’re going to try and recreate the scene, I see,” he whispered in her ear as he massaged her bare cheeks.  She slowly bent over the table in response, knowing that Michael was enjoying the view.

“Keep your hands busy holding on to your skirt, and no clenching; I want that beautiful bottom nice and soft for me."  He gently tapped the ruler onto her creamy flesh until she relaxed, and then using his wrist, snapped the ruler solidly on her left cheek, waiting for a rosy-colored streak to appear. 

“Ow, that hurts!”  Carla's body jerked at the first strike.  Closing her eyes tightly, her mind prepared for the next. 
When satisfied with the hue, he struck the right one creating the same impact, and waited for the matching imprint to appear before applying the ruler again.  The last two strokes were quickly administered, right above the first two.  She grimaced knowing she was not permitted to rub the stinging sensation, but still didn’t move.

“You took your punishment well, peanut; I’m so proud of you.” Michael gently touched the red lines on her bottom, carefully inspecting each one, before whirling her around into his strong arms.  Her skirt fell back down as he carried her over to his leather office chair.  Carefully, he sat her in his lap, removing not only her high heels, but also her black bikini panties that had fallen around her ankles.  With her back up against his chest, he hugged and kissed her neck lovingly, rocking her softly in his arms.

“Would this be a good time to tell me your decision?  I can’t wait to hear the whole story.”
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Tuesday, May 20, 2014


Here is an earlier chapter from our WIP “The Author’s Friends”.  Just to set this scene up, Michael and Carla were involved in the beginnings of a DD relationship, but he'd been worried that she wanted to be the one in control.  That definitely wasn't working for him and he decided to investigate further.  Naturally, there was no stone left unturned.  He is a therapist, after all. 

Michael patiently waited for Carla at their favorite Italian restaurant.  It was a popular BYOB family-owned establishment which became extremely crowded on the weekends.  Since they lived in the neighborhood, Michael and Carla liked to meet there in the middle of the week for dinner.

On that particular day, he sent her a text during lunch and asked if she would be able to meet at 6:30 after work.  She agreed, but wanted to know if he could stop at home first to let Wally out and pick up a bottle of wine, since she didn’t want to be late.  That was the plan.  The time was 6:50 when Michael poured himself a glass of cabernet, and caught a glimpse of her rushing through the door.

“I’m so sorry, Michael.  You have no idea what kind of day I had …” 

His lips curled up at the sides as he reached for the bottle of wine to pour her a glass.

“Cheers.”  After they finished their “customary clink”, she watched an amused expression form on his face.

“Are you angry that I’m late, Michael?” she asked putting her lips to the glass.

“I would say more curious than angry, Carla.  I’m not sure if you’re merely looking for attention or really enjoying the spankings.  You’re not a ‘pain slut’ are you, my dear?”

“Please keep your voice down; we’re in a public place,” she whispered picking up the menu to hide her mortified reaction.

“I don’t think my voice is capable of being softer, and you haven’t answered my question.” Michael tapped his fingers on the table.

Carla lowered her menu and rolled her eyes.  “No, I’m not a ‘pain slut’.  But do we really have to talk about this right now?”

“Well, if you hadn’t been twenty minutes late, the subject wouldn’t have come up at all, my love,” he said tipping her chin up with one finger.

“Okay, sometimes I do enjoy getting a rise out of you.  I admit it.  But then there are times like today, when I was just running late.  Okay?”  Carla picked the menu back up and reached for her glass of wine.

“No, it’s not okay, young lady.  You agreed to our DD relationship, but are constantly attempting to be the one in control.  I warned you about topping from the bottom; you know I don’t like it.”

“I apologize, Michael; believe me I’m not doing it ‘underhandedly’.  Let’s have a nice dinner and share a bottle of wine.  When we get home, you can slide my panties down to my knees and position me over your lap …”

“There you go again.” He smiled and angled his head to the side.

“Is it a crime that I like to be spanked?”

“No, I don’t believe it is.  I just want to be the one who controls those delicious punishments you receive.”

“I know, but it’s hard for me to change roles when we get home.  Wait … what are you thinking about?  You have an odd look on your face...” 

“Maybe we need a way to re-direct your attitude when you come home at the end of the day; perhaps a change in wardrobe would help.”

“Well, I’m going to let that be your kinky idea; you're much more creative that I am.  By the way, how did your meeting with Dr. Stein go?”

“We really didn’t get into much.  But I was thinking that maybe you should be included next time; it might help you understand my need for dominance.  I’ll speak with Jason, and give you some available times to choose from.”

“I'll be there -  you know that.”

“Good, let’s order our dinner; the sooner we eat, the quicker that beautiful bare ass of yours can be spanked.” He grinned and signaled the wait staff.

“Yes, sir.” Her sigh was long and audible.
Michael followed Carla home in his car and lovingly patted her behind as they entered the house.  “This business suit of yours needs to come off immediately.  Please change into a long sleeve shirt and cotton panties; I’ll be waiting for you on the couch in the family room.”

With a rebellious look on her face, she turned around and placed a hand on her hip.

He looked at his watch and spoke softly.  “Right now, please.”

“Have you forgotten what season it is?  How about flannel pajama pants?”

“How about you do as you’re told, peanut?”

“Peanut?  Oh my God, you can’t be serious …”

“It works for Richard and Dana.” He crossed his arms and looked at his watch again.  “Should I start counting?”

Carla shook her head and headed for the stairs.  “Jesus, I’m how old?”

“You’re old enough to stand in the corner with a very red behind.” His demeanor was gentle, but his arms stayed crossed as he watched her disappear upstairs to change.

He made himself comfortable on their sienna “butter” leather sectional couch, and intently considered a few options of how to approach the impending scene with his disobedient, strong-willed woman. 

Five minutes later, Carla stood in the doorway of the room waiting for directions.  Michael didn’t disappoint and motioned with his fingers for her to stand in the corner.  Keeping her eyes cast downward, she walked slowly to assume a position she was familiar with from early childhood. 

“Lower your panties to your thighs, Carla.” His tone was smooth and low. 

She shook her head no in defiance.

Michael sighed and stood upright.  He didn’t need to speak; she could hear him stand.  If he wanted her panties down, damn it, he could bloody well take them down himself.  Standing behind her, he applied a firm hand to her soft backside; the sound echoed through the large room.

“Slide them down, Carla.  This is the last time I’m going to ask, and if I have to do it myself…”

He didn’t need to finish the sentence.  She slowly lowered her panties, placed her nose in the corner and seductively pushed her bottom out.

Michael put his hand around her tummy for leverage and rubbed each cheek lovingly, before giving her a sound spanking.  He covered every inch of her lovely bottom with his large hand and repeated the process twice.  Eyes brimming with tears, she peered over her shoulder at him.  There was something about the way they looked at each other, that stopped the spanking abruptly.  She put her arms around his neck as he lifted her in the air and made his way over to the couch.  Gingerly, he placed her sore, bare bottom down in his lap and kissed her forehead softly. 

“Please talk to me.”

Carla paused dramatically and looked up at him with blurry vision.  “Do we really have to discuss this?  It’s so embarrassing.”

It was obvious to him how content she was.  “Why do you like to be spanked?  I need to know.”

She shrugged and wiped her eyes with the back of her hand.  “It makes me feel loved, like a little kid.  I get tired of always being in charge.”

“Yet, you have a hard time not being in control, don’t you?”

She looked up at him; the tears again welled in her eyes.  “I don’t always want to; sometimes I just can’t stop, Michael.” 

“You had an opportunity to have a DD relationship with Richard when you were younger, and passed it up.  I’ve wondered about that.”

“Richard was such a good friend; he was like an older brother to me.  The discipline aspect intrigued me, but I was afraid of the relationship not working out.  Making new friends was definitely not my strong suit; I have a tendency to be bossy.”  Michael tried not to smile rocking her in his arms.

“I know baby, I know.” He gently combed her wavy blonde hair with his fingers.

She shook her head and squeezed her eyes.  “This isn’t fair to you, Michael; my personality is not what you want…”

His serene, handsome smile was just what she needed.  “What I want is for us to work together; this relationship is not just about one of us.  I love that you are a strong woman; we just need to make a few adjustments.  Until we decide otherwise, you will come home from work at the end of the day and change into your pajamas, young lady.  Your responsibilities will end when you walk through that door, and I will be in charge.  Give me any trouble, and you will find it very difficult to sit down.”

She nestled her face into his warm, thick neck and nodded.

“Carla, are you sure this is what you want?”

“Yes, Dr. Cohen … sir.”

“That’s my girl.” His eyes twinkled.
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Tuesday, May 13, 2014


Here is a scene plucked from our WIP “The Author’s Friends” - one that I meant to share quite a while ago ... oops!  So let’s stroll back in time to when Carla had asked for more rules, but came home late from work - only to find that Michael had been shopping in her favorite hair salon. This scene began with him checking his watch three times at the kitchen table waiting for Carla.  She finally arrived and after some regular banter, the issue finally surfaced.
She closed her eyes.  “I love you too, Michael.”  Reaching down, her hand moved slowly over his hardening cock.  “Since I was such a naughty girl coming home late, let me make it up to you.  Or would that constitute me controlling the situation?” 

“My advice would be to put a hold on the sarcasm, young lady.  You should know that I purchased a new hairbrush for you at your favorite hair salon downtown today.  The staff was quite helpful and impressed that someone’s boyfriend would go to great lengths in purchasing the proper grooming tool for his woman.  Unfortunately for you, they were a tremendous help,” he said with a twinkle in his eye.

“I hope to God you didn’t go with wood.  From what I’ve read, it bruises.”

“Ah, and doing your homework too; you never fail to amaze me." He gently moved several strands of wavy hair behind her ear.  “No, it’s made of plastic … and quite durable.  Now about that small matter of you coming home late …”  He got out of his chair and rummaged through a bag on the counter.

“Please tell me you were kidding about the brush…”

“Oh, I wouldn’t joke about something like that, Carla.” Michael pulled a black and silver flat-backed hairbrush out of a salon bag, and presented it for approval.

“It’s lovely Michael, and very thoughtful of you.  I promise I’ll use it tomorrow morning when I style my hair.” She leapt out of her seat in an attempt to pry it from his hands.

He shook his head. “Flip your skirt up and bend over the table, my love.”

“You can’t be serious.”

“Where did you go after work, sweet girl?”

“I stopped in the bar to see my brothers.” She sighed looking up at the ceiling.

“What were my instructions?”

“You said to be sitting at this table ... no later than six o’clock.”

He raised an eyebrow.  “You have a better memory than that, Carla.  Didn’t you graduate from The University of Pennsylvania Law School, summa cum laude?” His head tilted to the side as he twirled the brush in his hand.

“You also said to come straight home.” Her eyes lowered to the floor.

“And did you?”

“No, sir.”  She obediently turned around and flipped up her skirt.  Grabbing each side of the table for support, she carefully bent over.

Michael smacked each cheek twice with the palm of his hand, before rubbing the flat part of the hairbrush on her bottom as he lectured her.

“You understood the rules, and disobeyed them anyway.  Is that right, young lady?”

“Yes - I'm sorry, sir."

He smacked her left cheek twice with the brush, which caused her to wince and jump.

“Oww, that hurts.”

He paused and popped her right cheek.

Carla grunted and started to stand.  Unfortunately, Michael’s hand appeared on the small of her back.

“Your spanking isn’t over, my darling girl.  What did you think would happen if you were late?”

“I would get a spanking, sir.”

He pulled her nude hose and panties down, and rubbed the skin on her warm bottom before giving two more whacks to each side.

“Ahh,” she uttered and flinched. Her eyes brimmed with tears ready to fall as she looked behind her.

Michael gently put the hairbrush down on the table and smoothed her glowing backside.  “I thought you wanted more rules, my love.  You were to drive straight home at six o’clock, and deliberately, you disobeyed me.”

“I’m so sorry; I don’t know what’s going on with me.”  Carla turned around and fell into his arms crying.

He pulled her onto his lap, stroked her hair, and gently kissed her forehead, nose and lips. 
“You’ll get used to our new life - it will just take time.  Are you sure, you want this, Carla?”

She managed to nod with her head down.  “Yes, sir.”

“Shh, shh, okay.  Now let me see that beautiful bottom of yours.”

Starting to move, she felt his rigid cock underneath her.  “Oh my, look who’s up,” she joked through her tears.

Michael gently rubbed two fingers over her smooth pussy reaching inside to part the soft, wet folds of her labia.  “Mmm, so sleek, my love, I guess it’s no secret you do enjoy a good spanking.  Let’s bend you back over the table, shall we?”

Carla edged off his lap and carefully removed her bunched skirt, hose and panties.

“Fold them nicely and put them on the chair, please,” he directed in a gentle tone.

She complied and waited for him to help position her back over the table.  He smoothed the red spots on her behind and gently kissed the center of each cheek.  “I could look at this breathtaking view all day.”

“Aren’t we breaking a few rules, giving me pleasure after a punishment?  I’m sure this would be an issue with the domestic discipline police.”

“I come from a long line of rule-breakers, my dear.”  Michael smiled as he traced his tongue down the crevice of her bottom, causing her to shudder.  “You like that don’t you, baby doll?”

“Please stop teasing me.” Carla waved her bottom from side to side.  “I’m losing my mind, Michael.”

“Part of the punishment.” He grinned as he swabbed the juices running down her thighs with the flat of his tongue.  “You are a drenched naughty girl.” Quickly removing his pants, he rubbed his thick, stiff cock up and down the seam of her red behind and whispered, “Where would you like your pleasure today?  In here …” He pushed on her small, smooth hole with his pinky finger. “Or in there...”  A low guttural sound escaped from his throat as two steady fingers moved up and down her slippery, swollen lips, delving deep inside her vagina.

“Michael, I’m going to come with or without you,” she taunted looking behind her.

“Oh, you’ll do no such thing,” he firmly stated reaching for a condom in his shirt pocket.  Immediately he kissed the side of her face, rolled the latex on, and positioned himself in her drenched pussy.  “Don’t let go of the table, love.”  Those were his last words as he plunged deep inside her, holding on with one hand, while circling her engorged bud with the wet fingers of his other.  There was an animal urge unleashed within him seeing her crimson bottom bent over the kitchen table, which began a series of lustful, hard drives.  With Carla's orgasm  about to explode, he slowly slid his fingertip into her anus, sending her into orbit.  As she screamed, he gave one last mighty thrust; his cock spewed bursts of hot seed - pulsing like the steady beat of a metronome.

“I can’t seem to move, nor do I want to.” Michael laughed minutes later, as he still held Carla tight against his body.

She angled her head to the side, and smiled as they were eye to eye over her shoulder.  “Were you a boy scout in your younger days?”

“No, why?” he asked blowing out a final stabilizing breath.

“The condom stored in your pocket, just had me wondering.”

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