The Paddle Club: A Fun, Romantic and Erotic Spanking Novel (16 page)

“Stand up,” he quietly commanded. “Get in the center of the tub, and spread your legs.”

She did as he directed. He reached up, cupped her buttocks and gently began to play with them. He slapped, stroked and fondled them. He spread her cheeks and pushed them together again. He stood up just enough to reach her mouth in a long, passionate kiss. Then he moved his attention to her breasts, licking and sucking first one then the other. He trailed his mouth slowly down towards her navel. Although her navel was under water, he covered it with his mouth. He came up for air and then ducked his head under the warm water again. He found her pussy with his mouth and tongued it, then gently blew all his air into it, tickling her. She smiled softly. He surfaced, took a deep breath and repeated the procedure.

Clayton sat back on his seat and pulled Sherry down onto his erect cock. He leaned back and she leaned with him. She kissed him passionately, her hands holding onto the side of the tub. He slid his hands from her waist to her buttocks. Together they began to rock up and down with a slow, steady rhythm that built to a faster and faster pace. When they were both about to reach their crest they paused, savoring the sensations and then began again, moving slowly and once again gradually building up speed. Time after time they almost reached the peak and then paused, until finally they came with orgasms that left them both breathless.

When they had recovered enough to stand, they got out of the hot tub, turned it off and went into the house. They took a short shower together just to wash off the chlorine, and went in to eat the beef stew Sherry had made for dinner. They ate and sat quietly talking over the day’s events. They washed the few dishes together and put away the leftovers before they went up to bed. Once they were in bed they made love again, but this time with more of a quiet tenderness and a little less frenzy. Finally, when they were just about to drift off to sleep, the baby started to cry. “It could have been worse.” Sherry sat up, and watched Clay as he went to get the baby. “She could have cried while we were still in the tub.”

“She could have cried while I was still in you,” Clayton quipped, as he paused briefly at the door. He wiggled his eyebrows and shot her a lecherous leer. After a few minutes he brought the baby to Sherry and sat on the bed naked, watching her nurse. The mother and daughter looked so angelic together that he felt his heart would burst with love. When the baby, Christina, was finished nursing and had drifted off to sleep, he gently put her back in her crib. By the time he returned to bed Sherry was asleep. He cuddled up close to her and fell asleep himself.

Clay woke up earlier than Sherry. He didn’t wake her; he just lay there next to her and thought about their lives together and how they had met. He couldn’t believe how far they had come since the day they first met.

They had been club members and lovers long before James and Suzanne had joined the club. In fact, they had been club members for over three years and lovers for five.

They had met when they both auditioned for a musical that the Community Theatre was putting on. As it happened, they got the leads. The musical was
Kiss Me Kate
.

They were both doing well in the play except for the spanking scene. It just never seemed real, or even right. The director asked them to practice the scene by themselves to try to “liven it up.” Finally Clayton had an outlandish idea. He asked Sherry to come over to his house for dinner and a private rehearsal, and to wear the full skirts she wore during the rehearsals. He hoped Sherry wouldn’t get too mad since she seemed like a nice girl. Clayton set up a video camera and they worked on the scene. The first time through they did it the same way they had been, but tried to put more feeling into it.

Watching it, Sherry said, sounding disgusted, “It just doesn’t work, it lacks something.” “Let’s try it again, I have an idea,” Clay said with a nervous grin. “It may help.”

They did the scene again, only this time he didn’t give her a fake spanking over her thick, lacy petticoats. Instead, he flipped the petticoats up onto her back and pulled down her underwear. Then he gave her a very real and very painful spanking on her bare butt.

Sherry was shocked. She had never even dreamed of being spanked as an adult by a man she hardly knew. She struggled and yelled out loud. When he let her up, she slapped Clayton hard, right across the mouth. Finally when she calmed down, they watched the videotape together. They both had to admit it: the performance was better, it had the real quality the director wanted.

“I don’t care how good it is,” Sherry told Clay firmly, “there is no way you’re going to get me to go bare butt on stage.”

“But it is better if I really spank you, isn’t it?” Clay asked reasonably. “Yes, I guess,” Sherry admitted, mumbling. “And was it really too painful?” he asked, probing.

“No, it was more of a shock than anything,” she admitted. “There was some real pain but it faded quickly.” “Could you take it? On stage, I mean?” he pushed.

“Sure, for eight performances, I guess I could,” she admitted weakly.

“Then get a pair of lacy pantaloons, and I can spank you over them.” Clayton grinned. “I won’t spank you as hard or the same way each time, so there will still be some surprise and some freshness in each performance. How does that sound?” “Like you should play Kate.” She raised her eyebrows at him.

“Sorry, but I don’t fit in the costume.” He grinned at her. “Even if I did, you look much better in it than I do.” “I think we should leave the slap in,” she teased. “Surprise me.” He winked at her.

He stood up and walked her to the door. He stopped at the door, enfolding her in a warm hug and kissed her for the first time ever, except on stage. The kiss quickly grew. After that first kiss, she didn’t go home.

The play was a great success. Clayton spanked Sherry nightly on stage, usually not extremely hard but for opening night he was relentless. On closing night Sherry had a surprise for him.

In spite of her nervousness, on closing night she left off her lacy pantaloons. Clay didn’t find out until he flipped up her petticoats in the scene. In spite of the surprise, he gave her a very hard spanking right there on stage, directly on her bare butt! Neither one of them ever really admitted even to themselves what was going on though, until they caught themselves practicing the spanking scene one night about a month after the run of the musical was ended.

They sat down and had a long frank talk about how much Clay enjoyed spanking her. For the first time she tried returning the favor, spanking him. They had to admit they enjoyed spanking each other, although she preferred to be the bottom to his top. A lucky thing, since he was more of a top.

Soon after that they went looking quietly for people with similar interests, to find out about things like books and movies, props, and whether there were any social organizations they could join. Clayton had to be careful because at the time he was a trial lawyer with a certain reputation to uphold, but they still managed to find several clubs in nearby towns. The problem was that most of the clubs they found at first either had more gay members than straight, or featured group or promiscuous sex. They had no objection to the gay members; they only wanted to be among people with interests closer to theirs. They strongly objected, however, to the clubs that featured group sex and promiscuity. The next few clubs they found were more BDSM, and not spanking groups. Although BDSM could encompass spanking, it had more rules and protocols than they were looking for; it just wasn’t quite right for them.

The Paddle Club, which they found shortly after they had begun to live together, had been a godsend at first, but soon they began to get bored with the club. The club members were nice and the club suited their personalities, but the club itself was getting stagnate. They had been on the verge of quitting the club for that very reason when James came along.

He revitalized the club, making it more fun and giving it a younger, fresher outlook. Suzanne’s arrival had completed the rejuvenation process. Now the club parties were fun, social and spirited. Clay smiled as he thought of some of the things they had done in the club. He began to laugh out loud as he thought of the woman who had visited one regular party, the concerned citizen.

By now Sherry was awake. “What’s so funny?” she asked, sliding her hand up his leg.

“I was remembering that woman, what was her name? The concerned citizen.” “Carol?” Sherry smiled at the memory of how they had ambushed the snoop. “What about her?”

“I wonder what she would have said if she had known that I was the City Attorney!”

“It would have been a sight to see if she had shown up in your office after the party to try to get the club shut down,” Sherry laughed.

The day after the spanking fair was a Sunday. Toni and Mario spent the day relaxing and resting. They were both recovering from the Trade Show, their first experience with the club. They were both horse lovers but for some reason the very thought of riding didn’t appeal very much to either of them on that particular Sunday. There was one small problem, something a bit uncomfortable about the thought of tender butts coming into contact with hard, leather saddles.

They went out to the boarding stables and exercised the horses without riding them. For once, the busy ranch was almost empty. It was especially rare for it to be so quiet on a beautiful, summer weekend, but there was a big horse show at an arena about ten miles away.

They exercised the horses from the ground in the small round bull pen. First they worked Toni’s small, quick bay gelding. Mario had him trot around the bullpen until he was warmed up, reversing him several times. Then he had the gelding lope until the horse was well exercised and beginning to sweat. Then Mario took the horse over to the washing rack, tied him there and washed him. He put the horse on the hot walker while Toni worked Mario’s tall, sorrel gelding. Then he washed the copper colored horse. In a short time, both horses were walking quietly but reluctantly on the walker. They both had the equine equivalent of being highly put upon on their faces, ears halfway back and lower lips protruding.

The hot walker, run by a small electric motor, has a center pole and four long arms that extended from the pole like spokes on a wheel. The arms have snaps and chains that hang down so that a horse’s halter can be snapped to it. The pole rotates and pulls the horses in a slow walk around in a small circle. It keeps the horse moving long enough to dry off or cool down without getting chilled too quickly.

Toni and Mario sat on the ground under a tree and watched the horses plod around the circle. They had a small picnic basket and a blanket which they spread out, and stretched out under the shady tree. Since no one was around, they kissed and cuddled. They dug into the picnic basket and ate their cold chicken and potato salad, and talked about the club. Toni told Mario some of the things she had learned about the club following the call she had that morning from Suzanne.

“She said that if we wanted to join, she would sponsor us. Suzanne told me that most of the members join as couples, and most of them have long-term committed relationships. The standard rule is that spankings and whippings are public, while any sexual contact is private between the two people involved,” Toni explained. “This is not a swinger’s club. Members who make too many advances to another member’s partner are blackballed and thrown out.”

“That’s good to know.” Mario leaned over and kissed her soundly, before reaching into the hamper for a piece of chocolate cake. “I don’t want to share you.”

“She also said that most of the couples, regardless of how it seems, don’t just spank each other all day and night. They usually save that for the monthly parties and special events. Most of them seem to have fairly normal home lives.” Toni grinned. “But I think sometimes the members do it in private too. It’s really meant to be more of a role playing thing than real S & M.”

“Then role playing can really hurt, can’t it?” he managed, remembering the fair between bites of cake. “And it can cause real bruises too. What else did she say?”

“She told me about the clubhouse. The building where they hold the club parties was inherited by one of the members, who happens to be fairly rich, along with the grounds around it. It’s actually still his property, but the club has full use of it in return for keeping it up and paying the expenses. They also lease it out for special occasions when they don’t have anything scheduled. By the way, the club is incorporated as a non-profit organization, and all its proceeds after upkeep on the building go to support two charities. You’ll never guess which two,” she challenged.

“Let’s see. How about a mental health clinic, and the blood bank?” he guessed.

“The mental health guess is not far off. They support a child abuse prevention hotline and a shelter for battered women.” She grabbed an apple and bit into it.

“Both worthy causes, and appropriate for a club that some people might think encourages violence against women, and even kids,” Mario replied thoughtfully.

“But that’s the point, they work hard to keep anyone who’s really turned on by violence out. They want members who enjoy acting out things, without permanently hurting each other. And everything has to be agreeable to everyone involved. Also, according to Suzanne there is a rather painful initiation.” Toni smiled, “I can’t figure out how painful it can be when they’re supposed to be so strong against really hurting someone. Suzanne said something about stinging and maybe a few bruises but no real injuries.”

“I suppose she means that it won’t be any worse than yesterday,” Mario said. “And as hard as it hurt yesterday, there’s only a trace of tenderness left today.” “Anyway, the next initiation is scheduled to be held in about three weeks. If we want to join, we can decide any time before that.” She finished the apple and lay back on the ground.

“We’ll decide later.” Mario was too relaxed and drowsy to think. “I should go put the horses up before they walk their legs off.”