The Secret of a Girl Slave

By Debra Evans

"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 ....!

• Language: English
• Publisher: Debra Evans
• Release date: Sep 7, 2016
• ISBN: 9781370852703

Debra Evans

My erotica is a narrative version of her nearly lifelong quest to reconcile my submissive erotic orientation with my ethics. I must say that I write pure erotica, not erotic romance: my books are about sex, bdsm and hardcore because writing about sex helps me to understand that fundamental part of my life better. So I hope maybe it does the same for those readers who look for a corner of privacy by reading and reflecting on my characters. Over the many years since I became aware of my real inclination for unbearable craving for ravishment, spanking, and above all anal domination, I have tried to come to terms with that craving in more ways than I can count. The first of the ways was by reading, voraciously, every piece of BDSM erotica I could find. What changed my life of reader and perverse lover was the reading “The 120 Day of Sodoma ”as it reflected throughout my desires of young submissive woman. It changed my life, though the change has been gradual, and continues to this day. The idea that other women might share the lusts I have by turns been ashamed of and defiantly proud of, that a woman like the me might write so beautifully of those lusts, and work them out so thoroughly and even pitilessly on a character, push me to become an erotic writer. It is here that an inner exploration began, which I consider the base for writing a good “erotic” today. I started to write about spanking stories but going beyond every boundaries of bdsm torture for my and the reads sexual pleasure.

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The Secret of a Girl Slave

Author Debra Evans

Author’s Note

All characters depicted in this book are 18 years or older.

This book is a work of fiction and any resemblance to persons, living or dead, or places, events or locales is purely coincidental. The characters are productions of the author’s imagination and used fictitiously.

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Table of Contents

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

About Debra Evans

Chapter One

Kim opened the door of her bedroom hesitantly, and looked around. She sighed. Arnie was out doing the Leukemia run-a-thon, and Becki Lynn was visting her folks in Maryland today. How did Kim know this? No one spoke directly to her in a conversational tone. And Denny, thank God, was at a Sci-Fi convention. Kim stepped into the hall, and gathering courage, Kim trotted down the stairs. She bounced her tennis racket against her thigh, and hummed for the first time in days. The front door. Go!

And where are you sneaking off to, cockroach? Kim turned at the bottom of the stairs and saw Tacy sitting on the living room couch. Kim tried to smile, and Tacy gave her the finger. Kim lowered her eyes. I-I was just going out to the mall… I scrubbed all the bathrooms this morning and made a casserole for our dinner tonight, so I thought going shopping, and then maybe a tennis game at the Y?

The last part was a question, and Kim cursed silently. Damn it, I don't have to ask if I can go out. I'm not a sub here. I pay rent like everyone else—I have the only M.B.A. in the house—DAMMIT. Kim looked up at Tacy, who was smiling grimly. I don't think so, sperm-hog. Remember at the house meeting in March, we were talking about saving up to pay Jose to scour and repaint the walls and floors in the rec room? Kim nodded, her heart sinking. Tacy smiled wider.

But, under the new circumstances. .why pay when we have you, with all this time on your hands. Tacy smiled You are a consultant, right? Kim ground her teeth. Even before, when they were best friends, Tacy had always resented Kim's material success. How Tace hated being a legal secretary.

Kim breathed hard and looked levelly into Tacy's eyes. Tacy with the project my staff and I have been working on, and all the stuff that's happened here lately. Kim blushed. ..Going on here now, I need just a little break um, Ma'am. Kim bit her lip. Damn it! Why'd you call Tacy Ma'am? Talk about giving her ammunition! Submission should be a choice—but it had never been for Kim.

All of a sudden Kim felt an intense whack on her ear. Tacy had jumped up and boxed her ear! You call me Ms. Goldman now, cunt-face. Tacy grabbed a handful of Kim's curls with her right hand. DO-YOU-HEAR-ME?" Every word was punctuated by another slap to the cheeks and ear with Tacy's left hand, as she maintained her grasp on Kim's hair. Tears streamed from Kim's eyes, but she felt the all-too familiar moistness in her panties. Tacy dragged Kim's scalp down and Kim hit her knees. Despite her horniness, Kim began sobbing bitterly.

The women looked up as there was a sound of the front door opening. An obese man wearing a ketchup fragmented Power Rangers T-shirt had just entered. Dennis peered over his aviator glasses at the scene of Tacy holding Kim on her knees on the floor. Well…I was just coming back to get my laser beam for the convention, but this looks interesting. Denny smiled, and took off his baseball cap, scratching a bloody scab on his brief patch of graying hair.

The scab had been there for over a year, because he just wouldn't leave it alone. Kim and Tacy exchanged a look of disgust and then gave their Loser nose-twitch, perfected in the Second Form at Miss Porter's School. For a minute Kim's heart warmed. Tacy just then had shared a moment of the old friendship with her! But then her hopes dropped as Tacy smiled at Denny, who was industriously polishing the Red Man Chewing Tobacco stains off his upper dental plate with the sleeve of the T-shirt.

Denny, I think Kimberly should spend the weekend cleaning and refinishing the basement…and she wants to play tennis instead! Tacy shook Kim's mop, and slapped her again. What can we do to encourage her to do the right thing? Denny smiled grimly, unbuckled his heavy leather belt and doubled it in his fat fist. Constance , let me assist. Whore, strip now! Kim looked up at Tacy imploringly. Don't you remember when we used to joke about how his voice still hasn't changed at forty-seven? Tacy gave Kim the second fuck-you finger of the day. I think Mister Fowler— Tace, I like Sir Denny. Dennis smiled grimly, the grin looking odd with his front teeth missing.

Tacy nodded Sir Denny gave you an order. Strip now, and service him. Kim gagged, and Tacy gave her another roundhouse slap NOW! Kim burst into a fresh torrent of tears. Wearily, she began undressing, as Denny watched with greedy eyes. My weekend is ruined—again, Kim thought. But her panties were soggy now, and had she been freed, Kim probably wouldn't have gone shopping at all, just run for her vibrator. The nipples of Kim's heavy breasts were fully hard as she pulled off her shirt

September 29, 2003 8:00 p.m.

Alex looked at Paul lazily. He leaned back in the passenger side of the BMW two seater, and smiled. I just want to know, are you going to keep seeing this woman? The older man was very upset. Alex had had female slaves before, but he was seeing a lot of this Kim. Still,