The Paddle Club: A Fun, Romantic and Erotic Spanking Novel (18 page)

“No, it’s not so strange,” Suzanne said. “I’m sorry but somehow I forgot to stock that particular bedroom with condoms.” “Suzanne, you never forgot anything like that in your life,” Sherry told her. “Admit it, you set us up.”

“Well, I was feeling left out and a little mischievous because all I could do was be the voice,” Suzanne admitted. “I was pregnant with the twins. It seemed like a good idea at the time.”

“As it turns out, it was the best idea of your life,” Clayton admitted. “But I still owe you for all the extra torture you put me through. I never could figure out your uncanny sense of timing. Sherry managed to have orgasms at some of the stops but you stopped me too soon every damned time.”

“Poor baby. This sure seems to be my night for threats,” Suzanne complained. “First James and now you.” “Why did James threaten you?” Sherry asked.

“She told the babysitter that she likes to spank me,” James answered for her, deadpanned. “Suzanne! You didn’t!” Even Sherry was shocked. “No wonder James is threatening to beat your body.”

James pulled into the large club hall, parked and they all got out. They saw Toni and Mario getting out of the limo. All six friends went into the hall together, talking.

Suzanne found Jerry, the limo driver, just getting ready to go pick up the second couple. She checked the address with him and made sure the limo had all the necessary supplies. Champagne, lotion and condoms, everything a sore but also aroused couple might need after being whipped in an initiation ceremony.

“We’ll send the second couple home in a second limo; it will be here at eleven. Before you take your couple home, would you check it for supplies? A strange limo driver might not know about the need for lotion,” she asked. “Because of the sore butts?” Jerry laughed, remembering other

initiations. “I’ll take care of everything, Lass.” “Thanks Jerry.” Suzanne kissed him on the check. As she turned away he swatted her sharply on the butt. “No fair,” she complained. “Do it right.”

She turned her back to him and pulled up her long dress. He gave her a smart spanking; only about a dozen slaps. The last two or three were the only ones that stung, and then he stopped.

“That’s all for now, you greedy girl. I don’t want to be late picking up this couple.” Jerry smiled at her. “Okay, Jerry, get going.” She smiled at him, “And thanks.” “Anytime, sweet cheeks.” Jerry grinned back.

When Suzanne got to the main room she found James, Clay, Sherry, Toni, Mario and Edna all embroiled in a deep discussion. As she joined the group some of the other members walked over. Some of them recognized Toni and Mario from the trade show, but Suzanne made the formal introductions.

James quickly turned the discussion back to business. “The most important thing now is to plan another gala. Our new goal is to have a charity fundraiser every three months. We have the next
Maze
again in a month and the Trade Show in another six months, and those are good ideas. We can update them every year to keep them fresh, and still hold them annually. But we need some more ideas, any suggestions?”

An older, gray haired man suggested, “How about having a Harem Night?”

Suzanne replied, “I don’t really think that’s such a good idea. According to everything I’ve ever heard about a harem, only the women ever get whipped. Besides, all the men except the owner of the harem have to be castrated to prevent them from having sex with the master’s women.” She winked at the older man.

The man said formally, with a straight face, “I hereby withdraw the suggestion.” Several club members laughed.

Someone else made a suggestion. “We could have a slave auction, though.”

“That would have to be handled very carefully or it could get out of hand. We don’t want anyone who might go too far,” James said. “But it’s certainly worth discussing.”

The small group discussed the idea briefly, and two of the members agreed to draw up an initial plan for the event so that it could be discussed online, then brought up at a general meeting and voted on. James looked around the table. “Any other ideas?” he asked.

“I didn’t want to bring this up until I had more details, but what if we chartered a cruise ship?” Clay suggested. “I think I know how to get a deal on one.” “You mean for club members only?” James asked.

“Yes, or sharing with another group, if they would be agreeable,” Clay said. “Like I said, I’m still researching it. I’ll know more by the next party.” “Anyone else?” James asked.

“I don’t know how to make this fit in with our other club activities,” one woman said shyly, “but how about a casino night?”

“That could be a good idea.” James said. “We could even set it up so that the general public could be invited. It would give them a chance to enter the ‘Lion’s den’ and see what we’re really like. We’ll have to think about it. How about a carnival? I have some ideas. I think we should hold a real carnival during the day, one that our kids and the general public can go to, and then kink it up for the adults at night.” “That sounds pretty good. What kind of kink?” Jerry asked.

“Maybe someone could be on the merry-go-round to whip the rider’s asses when they go by. The games can use swats as prizes. We’ll just have to be very creative. Like the thing where you try to ring a bell and a dunk tank. And of course a kissing or swatting booth.”

“We’ll have to discuss it in a lot more detail later,” Suzanne interrupted. “Here comes the other new couple.”

The couple, Sarah and Mac, were greeted by Suzanne. She brought them over to the group and introduced them. Sarah was a redhead, with short bouncy curls and big green eyes. She was slender but well curved, with a firm rounded ass. Even with her fiery hair and flashing green eyes she seemed shy, almost meek. It was definitely a false impression. She looked beautiful in an emerald green, silk formal gown. Mac turned out to be drop dead gorgeous; he had dark wavy hair with bright blue eyes and a very muscular build. He had a chiseled, handsome face with a great smile and a warm friendly voice. He looked like the only reason tuxedos were ever invented. “Wow!” Edna whispered. “Someone who looks even better in a tuxedo than Clay.” “Hard to believe isn’t it?” Suzanne whispered back.

Suzanne finished her drink and led the couples to their chairs on the platform. As tradition had it, the initiation began with the old members lining up to be whipped by the prospective new members. Of the new members, Mario gave everyone in front of him a good hard whipping, but Mac had a real talent for knowing just how hard to make the blows. He also knew just where on each person to land the blows and when to ease up to almost gentle taps, and when to build up the force of the blows, even when to quit. Out of all the people in the room, only Sarah and Suzanne knew that his notable expertise came from a great deal of professional experience.

Sarah also had a small amount of professional experience and she did a good job with the people who waited in line for her to whip them. Toni turned out to be the most tentative when it came to whipping people, and even she did a fairly decent job; much better than the job Suzanne did at her own initiation.

After a short break Sarah was strapped down and whipped by the membership. She bore it very well; in fact she really even seemed to enjoy it. She was really a natural bottom. Mac gave her the final six swats with the heavy paddle, right on top of the welts caused by the birch rods. He was very harsh with her, laying on the swats as slow and as hard as he could.

Mac was birched next. He actually didn’t enjoy it very much; his specialty was to give rather than to receive. He was goodnatured and cooperative; however only his lusty yells gave him away. Sarah returned the favor and gave him the six final swats with the paddle as hard as she could.

Next it was Toni’s turn to be birched. She was very apprehensive remembering how hard she had been birched at the fair. She let herself be strapped down without making any protest, however. Mario gently stroked her hair and kissed her neck as he helped Suzanne fasten the straps. She was birched first by Suzanne, then by club members who were lined up behind her. When she started to protest the birching stopped immediately, and Mario gave her the final six blows with the paddle. Although he put some muscle into it, he was not especially harsh. His turn was next and he seemed to enjoy the process almost to the end of the birching. The last few slashes of the birch, however, seemed to really hurt him. Toni paddled him solidly but not very harshly.

There was a discussion among the membership, and the four new members were admitted to the club. There was no question really; they were all nice, fun and energetic people. The old members gathered around to welcome the new members into the club and get to know them. All four of the new members were not allowed to dress, and they were all a little self-conscious with their nudity in the crowd, but the regular members seemed not to notice. Toni finally spotted Jerry and Edna, whom she remembered from the fair. She went over and hugged them, then introduced them to Mario.

“These are the two people who arranged for me to surprise you in the middle of the fair,” Toni explained to Mario, then she turned to Jerry. “I didn’t see you earlier.” “I drove you here but I stayed behind the dark glass. I’m the club chauffeur,” he said, by way of explanation. “I had to go pick up the other couple so I couldn’t stop to talk. You’re both wearing some of my welts on your sore behinds though,” he said with a wide grin. “Mine too,” Edna added.

“Gee, thanks a lot,” Mario said, sounding as if he was not really quite sure that he meant it.

Jerry and Edna both laughed. They waited while the couple said their good-byes to everyone and walked with them to the limo. They stood by the limo and chatted with Toni and Mario while they got dressed. With Edna beside him, Jerry drove the young couple home. In the back seat of the limo the supply of soothing lotion, champagne and condoms were all diminished by the time Jerry pulled up in front of their house.

Sarah and Mac had their clothes brought to them in the room before they went out to the limo waiting in the garage because their driver was not a club member. He was hired as an extra driver for this one night. Sarah and Mac said their farewells and got into the limo.

As soon as all the new members were gone everyone started to relax. Clayton met James’ eyes and nodded at him across the room. They both made their way casually around the room, sneaking up on Suzanne. Each one took her by one of her elbows. They led her over to the bench and strapped her down.

“We both have a score to settle with you, remember Suzanne?” James prodded her. “Telling family secrets is my gripe, and Clay seems to think you were deliberately unfair to him when he was in the maze.”

“I was, I admit it,” she said, sighing dramatically. “Go ahead and punish me.”

“Oh we will, hot cheeks, we will.” James brought the paddle down on her butt with a loud crack.

They took turns paddling Suzanne until she started to yell then they stopped, leaving her tied up. The two men walked around the room, chatting and socializing, with Suzanne still in position on the bench. The only people who came over to visit with her picked up the paddle and used it on her, sometimes just a token swat, and sometimes very harshly. Both couples stayed later than usual at the party.

Finally, when everyone else had gone home, Clay and James came back to finish dealing with Suzanne. They gagged her and picked up the paddle, beating her again. Harshly, but not really causing any injury to her, just fast, loud, stinging blows.

When they let her up, she stood on unsteady feet and apologized for her actions. Her apology was ruined by the sly grin on her face. “I don’t think she’s really very penitent, do you, James?” Clay asked cynically.

“No. But I’ll forgive her anyway.” James grinned at his wife. “What about you, Clay?”

“Yeah, I’ll forgive her this time.” Clay grinned. “She’s usually a pretty damn good woman. Besides, I don’t have time to paddle her any more because I have more important things to do. I have to take my wife home and make love to her, right now.”

“I guess I could use some time alone with my wife too.” James gave Suzanne a look that caused her blood to race.

Sarah and Mac drank some of the icy champagne and made stormy love in the limo during their long ride home. They said their good nights to the driver and took the open bottle into the house and finished it in bed before they made love again. Afterwards, they cuddled together in bed and talked over the Paddle Club and people they had just met. It seemed the club might even be good for Mac’s business. Mac told Sarah that their advertising firm was doing the new ad campaign for James’ law firm. He had also made some other contacts. Their advertising firm was still new; they started it shortly after they had become lovers.

“This club could turn out to be a gold mine for our business, as well as our social lives,” Mac said enthusiastically.

“I’m just glad we met so many nice people with similar tastes to ours,” Sarah said with a smile. “Any advertising business we get from club members is a bonus.” “I really enjoyed talking with Suzanne and James, and Jerry and Edna. And I liked Sherry and Clayton, a lot.” Mac kissed her.

“I thought Clay was the most like you of all the people there, at least in the way he whipped someone, I mean. He was very stern with a no-nonsense approach and a harsh stroke,” Sarah told him. “But James has a warm fun-loving grin that reminds me of yours.” After meeting Sarah, Mac’s enthusiasm for earning his money by giving good hard whippings to people who answered his ad in the underground newspapers had quickly faded. Before long, he dropped the ads altogether. He had also given up his kinky phone lines. He was getting positively respectable! He had walked a balancing act for years, never quite acting as a gigolo or a male prostitute, but using his hands to give people, primarily women, pleasure by spanking, teasing and even whipping them.

The change was Sarah’s fault, or her credit, depending on how he looked at it. She had shown him that being sexual and adventurous didn’t mean he had to live without any personal values. A truly committed relationship didn’t have to stop him from having fun. He was sure that the club would give them the outlet for their games and fantasies with friends, without the impersonal quality that comes from being paid to please someone else.