The Paddle Club: A Fun, Romantic and Erotic Spanking Novel (23 page)

“But is it a terrible experience?” he asked gently. “Are you sorry I talked you into this?”

“Yes. No. I’m not sure. I don’t know,” she stuttered her reply. “All I can say for sure is that I’m certainly not bored.”

“You may not know for sure how you feel until months after this weekend is over,” her lover said softly. “But I’ll tell you one thing: you were disappointed when the male guest refused to spank you, and it showed.”

“Did it?” she said quietly. “I was disappointed and I felt insulted. It was the strangest feeling. Very odd.” They fell silent as they heard a voice say, “Stop talking now.”

They were both stiff when the butler, now in slacks and a polo shirt came to unlock their chains at six o’clock on Friday morning. He helped them up, and waited while they stretched and used the bathroom. Then he directed the male slave into the shower and ordered him to raise his hands up so he could be handcuffed to the wall.

The female slave was ordered to use the hand held shower, harsh soap and a stiff scrub brush to wash him, including his hair. She was also instructed to be careful to try not to arouse him, but that proved impossible. She dried her lover off, using a blow dryer to dry his hair.

Next she was chained to the wall with her arms stretched high above her head and harshly scrubbed. Her lover washed her hair. He dried her off and brushed and blow-dried her long hair. They were both given clean g-stings to wear.

The butler took them to the kitchen where mouthwatering smells of bacon and coffee filled the air. The slaves were not given coffee or bacon and eggs; they were given bowls of oatmeal and glasses of milk.

After breakfast, the two slaves were instructed to clean up the kitchen and then taken back downstairs to wait for their morning punishments.

This morning the mistress used her hands to give the slaves a brisk, but not overly harsh spanking. When it was over, both of them had warm, rosy bottoms.

The mistress had them dress in silky underwear that they pulled right over their g-strings. She also had pants for the male slave and a black dress for the female. She ordered the slave to put the starched maid’s apron over the dress. She assigned them both light housekeeping chores, mainly dusting and arranging flowers. Around midmorning, the Master found fault with the female slave. He claimed she wasn’t getting all the dust and that she was being lazy. He told her, “You’re a bad slave.”

She quickly remembered the required lines. “Please beat me Master, and make me into a good slave.” “I will. Bend over the sofa,” he pointed and instructed.

He stood behind her and raised her skirt up. Then he gently, very, very slowly lowered her silky underwear. He instructed the male slave to bring the small paddle from the basement.

It seemed like it took him forever as she waited in suspense for the punishment to begin. Finally her lover returned with the paddle. The Master used it with cold efficiency on her; not especially severely but without comment or buildup.

When he stopped, she followed the protocol he had established and said, “Thank you for the beating you have given me, please beat me again.” Immediately, without hesitation or comment, he began again, this time just a little harder, just a little faster. This time when he was finished and she made the required request, he refused. The rest of the morning passed without incident. After serving lunch and then being fed bread and stew, they were put to work cleaning the kitchen and starting to get everything ready for dinner.

Early in the afternoon while they were polishing silver, the Master called the male slave into the living room. He was ordered to lower his pants and kneel on the floor while the Master straddled him facing his butt and beat him with a long leather strap, the hard blows coming almost straight down on his backside. It was a long and severe beating, and the slave squirmed and moaned, showing just how much he appreciated and enjoyed the degrading punishment.

Later the female slave was ordered to kneel on the sofa and stick her butt up, in position for a beating. The Master’s lady paddled her over her clothes, and kept telling her to move and moan more. “Really stick out that butt, and work it!” she said. “I’m putting a lot of effort into this. Show me you appreciate my effort.”

The slaves were given a break and tied to their bed, before they dressed in their serving costumes and went upstairs to serve dinner. That night they were given their evening spanking by the butler; it was stinging but not overly harsh. Saturday morning they were again awakened and fed by the butler. He watched again as they washed each other. At the appointed time he gave them the morning spankings, this time with a paddle. The paddling was a little harder but still not very harsh. The male slave was given a clean g-string. The female was given a g-string, a corset and nylons. The corset left her nipples and buttocks bare. They were taken to the Master. He said, “I have something for you to wear.” He put a pair of nipple clamps on her; they were not very tight put they felt very strange. “If you take these off or even touch them, I will punish you very severely.”

The sensation of the clamps on her tender nipples was incredible, almost but not quite painful. Being forced to wear them was strange. Being forbidden to touch them was an exquisite torment. It brought home to her more than anything else did so far that she was under this man’s control.

The Master spoke. “Let’s go outside. You both need some exercise and… stimulation.” He handed both of them coats.

They were taken out to the Master’s stables and ordered to clean the stalls. At one point both of them were bent over the hay and soundly spanked just for fun. The Master used his hand on the little slave and a leather riding crop on her lover.

Then the Master took them both into his small circular arena with a thirty-foot diameter. It was completely enclosed since working horses could be distracted during early stages of their training.

The female slave went first, running around the circle beside her Master, while her lover knelt in the center. Her Master paddled her butt as she ran, with her hands locked behind her neck. Next it was her lover’s turn to run. The Master used a long whip to drive him on, leaving his butt and flanks covered with long thin welts.

Back inside the house, they were both chained to the bed for a rest before lunch, with the nipple clamps still on. A pair of clamps was also placed on her lover, and the Master told her that his were tighter and more severe. She ached to touch her breasts; the clamps made her very sensitive, but she was chained so that she had no use of her hands.

She had to keep the clamps on until they were unchained to serve lunch and clean the kitchen. Then the Master gave them each a sound spanking across his knee just for the fun of it. They spent the remainder of the afternoon serving the mistress. First the female slave served as her footstool while her lover acted as a snack tray, on his hands and knees holding the mistress’ food and drinks on his back. Unfortunately for him, he spilled a drink. He was punished severely with the heavy paddle.

That night it was the cook who gave them the evening spanking, quickly, impersonally and only moderately painful.

Sunday morning, the last morning, after the butler fed and watched them bathe, the Master gave them the morning punishment himself. He used his hands. There was once again a warm up but it built quickly. He spanked her harshly. Very harshly. He left no doubt that someone could be punished severely without the use of a paddle or a whip of any kind. The spankings both lasted a long, long time and left both slaves with bottoms that were very red, very hot and very stinging.

They were put to work cleaning the house from top to bottom, and before noon each of them had been paddled smartly for some small misbehavior. Each time when the slave made the required request for a second beating it was granted with a vengeance.

They were once more exercised in the small pen, then allowed to rest until it was time to serve their Master’s dinner. This time they were not fed. They were groomed again, and again they both had the nipple clamps on. They were tied with their hands over their heads. They waited like that, stiff and hungry, in a house filled with the aroma of good food. They had been fed plenty, but they had not been given anything to eat but bread, stew, oatmeal and milk since Thursday at noon.

At seven o’clock the mistress came and got them and to their surprise, gave them a special meal: succulent steaks, salads, cheesy garlic bread, baked potatoes and fine wine. She told them their final punishment would be at eleven, so that they would be free by midnight. This would be the harshest punishment yet, she warned. They savored the fine meal. Later they assisted the Master and mistress with their baths and then went down to the basement to get ready for the final beating.

The butler came down and gave them both a fairly hard spanking, then the cook used the paddle with moderate severity on the slaves. Finally, the Master and mistress came down. “Before the Master and I give you your final punishments, we have decided that you should each take a turn punishing each other,” the mistress said. “Alan, you will punish Sharon first. You may place her in any position you wish and use your hand or a paddle; it’s up to you.”

Alan moved to sit on the wooden chair. He directed Sharon to face him and straddle his legs, resting her thighs on his, and laying her head on his shoulder next to his neck. He held her gently and lovingly with one arm around her waist, while his free hand stroked her soft butt. Then the spanking began. It was long and loud; every so often he changed hands and spanked the other side of her ass. Finally, he put her into the traditional position and with a series of hard blows, he was finished. Now it was her turn.

Sharon was a novice at the spanking game. She had never given anyone any kind of spanking. However she certainly rose to the occasion. Looking around the room at the various implements of torment, she chose a heavy leather paddle. She positioned Alan on his hands and knees on the floor and sat on him, straddling him and facing his white ass. Without fanfare, she paddled him slowly and thoroughly, covering his entire buttocks and working on his flanks and thighs. She knew that when she finished it was time for her to face her final punishment from the Master and mistress. It took her a long time to finish.

The mistress commenced. First, she started by dealing with the female slave, spanking her very severely with a wooden paddle, and for a very long time. Then she turned her attention to the male slave, spanking him with the same paddle as hard as she could.

Next, while the female slave watched, the Master paddled the male slave very hard and for a very long time, finishing with about a dozen slashing cuts with a heavy leather strap. The female slave knew the Master was saving her punishment for last for a reason – it would be monumental! She was stripped completely naked except for the nipple clamps. She was tied tightly and blindfolded. The Master used the wooden paddle as he paddled her harder than anything she had ever felt before, starting slowly and building up speed. Harder and faster still.

Finally he stopped and said two words. “Leather strap?” It was a question.

To her own shock, she nodded. Her Master whipped her severely with the leather strap. He gave her about a dozen slashing cracks of the leather. For the first time, she had a few welts and bruises. It was over. Her blindfold was removed. The Master, mistress, the cook and the butler went upstairs.

At the landing the Master turned and said, “I hope you both enjoyed your weekend. We all worked very hard to make it eventful and exciting for you. You may leave whenever you wish, or you may both stay here for a while and use the bed. Whatever. Your street clothes are in the closet there, and your car is in the driveway. Good-bye.”

Sharon was shocked to realize that she had still not seen their faces.

Since the club was so couples oriented it was extremely rare for an odd number of people to be initiated to the club, but shortly after the
Slave Auction
that’s exactly what happened. There were three prospective new members. Sharon was still hesitant but she decided to join, at least to give the club a try for Alan’s sake. After all, she’d survived the slave weekend, hadn’t she? Although she wasn’t ready to say if she really liked it or not, she had daydreamed about it several times. The other new couple was Christie and Randy, the cook and butler from Sharon’s weekend as a slave. Unbeknownst to Sharon, it would be her former Master, Mac, serving as the evening’s host. Sharon was really surprised to see Randy and Christie again, and more than a little embarrassed. She saw them from across the room and waited for them to come towards her. “Hi.” She blushed. “It’s ah, nice to see you again.”

“Hey!” Randy teased. “You don’t seem all that happy to see us. You should at least try to sound like you mean it. Weren’t we good to you?”

“Don’t let him bother you, Sharon,” Christie added, gently taking her arm. “After all, we’re all in the same boat tonight and I, for one, am glad to see a familiar face.”

“Besides, I think I owe you two a little payback.” Sharon regained her spirits as Alan walked over to join her. “And you two aren’t the only ones. I just wish I knew who my former Master and mistress were.”

“You’ll figure it out soon enough,” Christie assured her. “They’re both pretty hard to miss.”

Sharon did indeed figure it out as soon as she saw Mac and Sarah. Everything about them was so obvious; she felt foolish that she hadn’t recognized them from the
Casino Night
. In fact, it was a wonder they had bothered with wearing the masks at all that weekend. His superb build and blazing blue eyes, and her bright red hair and sparkling green eyes gave them away instantly.

Her Master’s identity was confirmed when she heard his soft whisper in her ear, “Hello, my little slave. Long time no spank. Miss me?” She turned around, surprised to see Mac standing so close beside her. He smiled warmly at her and handed her a glass of champagne before slapping her sharply on the ass.