| Author: | Debra Evans | ISBN: | 9781370852703 |
| Publisher: | Debra Evans | Publication: | September 7, 2016 |
| Imprint: | Smashwords | Language: | English |
| Author: | Debra Evans |
| ISBN: | 9781370852703 |
| Publisher: | Debra Evans |
| Publication: | September 7, 2016 |
| Imprint: | Smashwords |
| Language: | English |
"You WHACK WHACK WHACK think a man's WHACK WHACK WHACK …. is better than my WHACK WHACK sweet ..?" Before the evening was over, Anne had stripped Kim completely, and had covered her with welts, switching from the cane to a straightened coat hanger when she'd gotten bored, and then made Kim … out Anne's fireplace, until her face had been covered in charcoal, and then had had her "Minstrel face" … off the drunken frat boys next door...Anne had not taken the breakup lightly!
Now Kim came in, and caught up with Alex, who demanded she pay the $50.00 gate fee for both of them. Kim reluctantly handed over her Mastercard, and then looked up for another unpleasant reunion...No, not them too! "What's wrong now?" Alex asked, with laughter in his eyes. "Goddam you complain a lot!"
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WHACK! SLAP SMACK! Kim couldn't afford to rent motel rooms for them any more, and once she'd asked Alex why he didn't get a job to get his own place, and he'd said, laughing “You are my job…it's work being around you, babe.” This had just reduced Kim to helpless tears. She almost wished he'd just caned her for impertinence instead of saying something like that.
As the paddle rained down mercilessly on Kim's defensive …, Kim shifted and the hem of her tennis dress moved around her back. What was Alex's deal? Was he mad because she'd beaten him in one of the sets? They'd gotten in an argument when they'd left the tennis court, and he'd called her a crybaby…and that's when the trouble had started. Kim was now really worried that Arnie and Tacy and whoever they might have been hiking with might just all walk in.
Tacy had been very nice and understanding about Kim's weird kinky private life, from what she'd learned a few weeks ago, when Kim had been tied up in the garage, but Kim had no idea what Tacy might have told the others…and Kim was really hoping that Tacy thought it was just an occasional weirdness of Kim's…but if she walked in today…it might go rather badly for Kim's reputation. Tacy had also seemed kind of irritable of late, perhaps because she didn't have a boyfriend, and Arnie was not recognizing, or was avoiding Tacy's come-ons. Maybe, Kim hoped, Tacy and Arnie had hooked up on the trip, and were a couple now. That would take care of Arnie's crush on Kim, quite uncomfortable, and Tacy's irritability.
Kim kept trying not to cry as the paddle whacked and thwacked, again and again. Alex didn't hit quite as hard as North or Fenton ever had, but he had a disturbing consistency. It was astonishing how someone so lazy could have such energy! Kim had begged Alex to use the bedroom for her discipline, but he'd insisted on the living room…and of course they'd made that stupid bet. She couldn't cry. She'd been a sub for fifteen years, on and off, and she could take this whipping without crying, Kim could. WHACK! Kim bit her lip, worrying it might bleed.
Alex was thoroughly enjoying smacking the full …., making Kim's delectable butt jump like jiggled Jell-O. Rapidly he alternated between …., giving the Ping-Pong paddle harsher and harsher strokes on her sensitive … as she moaned, and Alex could enjoy the way her panties stretched at mid-thigh.
Alex noted an old blister from a former caning on the left … and hit it hard SLAM! It began to …, the pustules opening up, and Kim began weeping softly. Bingo. Alex's paddle stopped. “Oh” Alex's casual laugh came. Here my crybaby is…I told you. You shouldn't make bets with me, honey. I always win.” Kim shivered. Now he'd won the bet. And she was ….! Oh God, was she ….!
"You WHACK WHACK WHACK think a man's WHACK WHACK WHACK …. is better than my WHACK WHACK sweet ..?" Before the evening was over, Anne had stripped Kim completely, and had covered her with welts, switching from the cane to a straightened coat hanger when she'd gotten bored, and then made Kim … out Anne's fireplace, until her face had been covered in charcoal, and then had had her "Minstrel face" … off the drunken frat boys next door...Anne had not taken the breakup lightly!
Now Kim came in, and caught up with Alex, who demanded she pay the $50.00 gate fee for both of them. Kim reluctantly handed over her Mastercard, and then looked up for another unpleasant reunion...No, not them too! "What's wrong now?" Alex asked, with laughter in his eyes. "Goddam you complain a lot!"
……………………………
WHACK! SLAP SMACK! Kim couldn't afford to rent motel rooms for them any more, and once she'd asked Alex why he didn't get a job to get his own place, and he'd said, laughing “You are my job…it's work being around you, babe.” This had just reduced Kim to helpless tears. She almost wished he'd just caned her for impertinence instead of saying something like that.
As the paddle rained down mercilessly on Kim's defensive …, Kim shifted and the hem of her tennis dress moved around her back. What was Alex's deal? Was he mad because she'd beaten him in one of the sets? They'd gotten in an argument when they'd left the tennis court, and he'd called her a crybaby…and that's when the trouble had started. Kim was now really worried that Arnie and Tacy and whoever they might have been hiking with might just all walk in.
Tacy had been very nice and understanding about Kim's weird kinky private life, from what she'd learned a few weeks ago, when Kim had been tied up in the garage, but Kim had no idea what Tacy might have told the others…and Kim was really hoping that Tacy thought it was just an occasional weirdness of Kim's…but if she walked in today…it might go rather badly for Kim's reputation. Tacy had also seemed kind of irritable of late, perhaps because she didn't have a boyfriend, and Arnie was not recognizing, or was avoiding Tacy's come-ons. Maybe, Kim hoped, Tacy and Arnie had hooked up on the trip, and were a couple now. That would take care of Arnie's crush on Kim, quite uncomfortable, and Tacy's irritability.
Kim kept trying not to cry as the paddle whacked and thwacked, again and again. Alex didn't hit quite as hard as North or Fenton ever had, but he had a disturbing consistency. It was astonishing how someone so lazy could have such energy! Kim had begged Alex to use the bedroom for her discipline, but he'd insisted on the living room…and of course they'd made that stupid bet. She couldn't cry. She'd been a sub for fifteen years, on and off, and she could take this whipping without crying, Kim could. WHACK! Kim bit her lip, worrying it might bleed.
Alex was thoroughly enjoying smacking the full …., making Kim's delectable butt jump like jiggled Jell-O. Rapidly he alternated between …., giving the Ping-Pong paddle harsher and harsher strokes on her sensitive … as she moaned, and Alex could enjoy the way her panties stretched at mid-thigh.
Alex noted an old blister from a former caning on the left … and hit it hard SLAM! It began to …, the pustules opening up, and Kim began weeping softly. Bingo. Alex's paddle stopped. “Oh” Alex's casual laugh came. Here my crybaby is…I told you. You shouldn't make bets with me, honey. I always win.” Kim shivered. Now he'd won the bet. And she was ….! Oh God, was she ….!
