Chronicles

Excerpt from Furious: An Anger Management Novel

“Let me out!”

“What’s the magic word?” he asked, chuckling as he leaned back in his wheelchair and settled in while the woman who’d been foolish enough to get herself locked in a linen closet continued to try to break the door down.

“Bret,” she snapped, which of course was not the magic word so he had no choice but to ignore her.

“I’m not kidding!” she added a minute later.

“Really?” he asked, looking for something that he could wedge under the door to keep her locked in so that he could take a break, maybe grab a soda and a sandwich,… Read More

Christmas Eve….Pyte Style

“It was the night before Christmas and all throughout the house-”

“I’m going to kill him,” Kale snarled, cutting off the annoying bastard.

Chuckling, Chris reached over and snatched the bag of bows from him. “Buck up, buttercup,” the little bastard that he’d promised to protect said with a wink that was going to get his throat ripped out.

Glaring at the bastard while he tried to remember if he’d promised Izzy that he wouldn’t kill the little prick, he reached over and snatched the bag of bows back. “Those are my green bows, you little piece… Read More

Late Night Spankings: Part 4

“Please kill me.”

“Oh, oh, oh, oh, that’s it, big boy! That’s the spot!” BND (Bitch Next Door) squealed.

“Who’s your daddy?” BND’s playmate screamed as Zoe groaned pathetically and rolled over onto her side and continued to hug the thin, lumpy pillow against her ear, but it did nothing to protect her from the deeply disturbing events going on next door.

“For the love of god, stop!” Haley begged as they both laid curled up on their respective hotel beds, praying for morning to come.

“Pinch my nipples, baby! Pinch them!” BND’s playmate… Read More

Late Night Spankings: Part 3

“Shhh, people are sleeping,” the man, who was apparently the only voice of reason among the couple next door, said.

Laughing, and making Haley roll her eyes as she rolled over onto her side and waited to die a miserable death, the woman said, “That’s their problem,” officially changing her name in Haley’s mind to the Bitch Next Door, or BND for short.

“It’s two-thirty in the morning,” Zoe mumbled miserably as she rolled over onto her back and groaned.

“I don’t think they care,” Haley pointed out seconds before the couple next door confirmed her… Read More

Late Night Spankings: Part II

Zoe never thought she’d say this, but if she had to eat one more chocolate bar she was going to scream. Sighing miserably, she rolled over onto her side, cringing when the lumpy mattress bounced along with her, so that she stare aimlessly at the grainy television picture that was showing…

Was that porn? she wondered as she tilted her head to the side, ignoring the fact that the paper-thin pillow bent with the movement, and pursed her lips up in thought as she took in the movie playing at a different angle. It was either porn or an old… Read More

Late Night Spankings

“Please, shoot me,” Haley whispered that reverent prayer as she allowed herself to fall face first on the bed, only to quickly roll over onto her side when the scent of the hotel’s bedspread hit her lungs.

Deciding that it was probably in her best interests to ignore that scent, especially since it was either this or getting back in Zoe’s car and rejoining the rest of the cars turning 95 into a parking lot, she closed her eyes, sighed and prayed for morning to come.

“Did you call Jason?” Zoe asked, flopping down on the bed next to her.

“Yes,” she… Read More

Thanksgiving 2016

“This can’t be happening,” Haley mumbled, trying not to panic as she wrestled with one of the twenty-five pound turkeys that was still frozen solid.

Giving up on trying to wrestle the large turkey out of the sink, she washed her hands and sighed. It had been five days since she took the turkey out of the freezer and it should be thawed by now.

Instead, she had two frozen solid turkeys, five pies to finish, about thirty pounds of vegetables to peel and eight Bradfords coming over. Not to mention that she still needed to get started on the traditional… Read More

Date Night

Date Night

An R.L. Mathewson Chronicle

“We should do this another night,” Nick said with that sexy grin of his as he leaned down and-

“No!” she screamed, startling him, which in her defense wasn’t her fault.

Still…

“We’re doing this tonight,” she said, doing her best not to scream again as she writhed in pain, squeezing the pillow tightly against her chest and squeezing her eyes closed as she waited for the pain that all brochures and books she’d read hadn’t prepared her for subsided.

“Jamie, I-” he started to explain why they should put off date night, but she wasn’t having… Read More

The Day After…

“Stay,” Necie mumbled with a pout as she wrapped her arms around his waist and pressed a kiss against the small of his back, making it difficult for him to leave this bed.

“I can’t, sweetheart,” he said with a chuckle as he caught her hand as it inched closer to the part of him that really didn’t want to leave his wife or this bed, but unfortunately for him, duty called.

“You can,” she said softly, pressing another kiss against his spine as she slowly pulled her hand free, reached between his legs… Read More

An EMS Halloween

“Die, you son of a bitch!” the elderly woman screamed as she raised her walker and threw it, just barely missing his head.

“It’s a costume!” Eric snapped, wondering how he’d ended up in this situation.

“He’s an evil little bastard!” she yelled, looking around for something else to throw at them.

“He’s a thirty-year old man!” Eric shot back as he glared down at the dumb, short bastard that had decided that dressing like Chucky and going around scaring the shit out of everyone in the neighborhood was a good… Read More