The Paddle Club: A Fun, Romantic and Erotic Spanking Novel (25 page)

Christie wondered to herself if she really had the nerve to ask Randy for what she wanted, what she wanted more than anything in the world.

It didn’t matter because as usual Randy won. He had the luck of the devil almost every time they bet on anything. She sighed with disappointment and wondered idly how many of these bets she would lose before she would finally win. Just once.

“So what are you going to ask me for?” she asked him, a little listlessly. “What do you want as your payoff?

“A lot of things.” He leered at her and winked. “For starters, you can take me out to dinner, someplace very nice and very expensive. Of course, you can buy. After dinner, I’ll tell you what the real payoff is.”

Over dinner, Randy asked her, “Christie, what would you have asked me for if you’d won the bet?”

“I’ll never tell.” She gave him a smile full of mystery and devilment. “I’ll just have to win next time. It would have been a heck of a lot more than buying me dinner though, that’s for sure.”

“I have something more in mind too.” Seeing her start to speak, he said quickly, “You’ll just have to wait.”

She was more than a little disappointed when he suggested they go home after dinner without asking anything more of her. Oh well, she mused, maybe he’ll want something special in bed and that can’t be bad, it never was.

They made love, and it was tender and sweet. They didn’t do anything that could even remotely be considered kinky. They didn’t need to; their love and passion was extraordinary.

In the afterglow, when he recovered his breathing enough to talk, Randy said, “Okay, here’s the main thing I want as a payoff for the bet. It’s a biggie. I want you to marry me, have my kids and grow old with me. Will you?”

“Of course I will.” She gazed at him, her eyes full of love and tenderness. “I’d never fail to pay off a bet. It would ruin my reputation.”

“Would you tell me now what you wanted, if you had won?” Randy asked. “What was it you were taking such a risk for?”

“I wanted to get married, to have your baby and to spend my life with you,” she admitted.

“What do you want to bet the first one’s a girl?” Randy laughed as he pulled her towards him again.

“I don’t think I’m going to bet anymore.” She smiled lovingly up at him. “I’m going to quit while I’m ahead.”

“But you lost the bet,” he said. “How can you say you’re ahead?” “Did I lose?” She smiled a secret smile that all women have, full of love and mystery. “Somehow, I don’t think so.”

Several months after the
Slave Auction
the club members held their First Annual
Spring Carnival
. The carnival was scheduled to be open to the public on Saturday from 9:00 AM until midnight and on Sunday, from 9:00 AM until 9:00 PM, with a private party for adult members only on Friday night, from 10:00 PM until 2:00 AM. Almost all the members were there for the private party.

For the club members’ party, they only used a couple of rides. They paid the owner of the carnival quite well for private use of the Ferris wheel and the Merry-go-round, and a few of the booths for the midway games. They also paid him quite a bit to keep the regular carnies far away.

Suzanne hired an off-duty police officer, Robert Wilson, to act as the head of security. She picked him because after the conversation they had at the
Casino Night
, she knew he would be fair and open-minded. Heck, she even knew he would be interested. She had also invited him to bring his wife with him. He also had several of the male club members patrolling with him for backup. The club members were fairly nervous about one thing: They had never held one of their activities outside before, in clear view of the road. Of course, it was a very lightly traveled road, with especially little traffic after dark, but it still was an open road. As usual, that nervousness only served to add greatly to their fun.

The adults rode the Merry-go-round with the sound and lights turned off. After all, even though it was dark, they were outside, and most of them had their pants down. Some of the riders lay across their wooden horses with bare bottoms, others sat on the horses in a normal position. Jerry, Mario and James were stationed around the perimeter with long thin whips, slashing at the riders as they went by. Sometimes they slashed at the rider’s legs and sometimes at his or her butt, depending on what they could reach. Mac was different. He was actually stationed on the Merry-go-round, walking with a paddle and using it with a heavy hand on all the bare asses he could reach. Sometimes he would sternly order a rider to rise up off the horse and lean over the wooden neck like a jockey so that he could paddle that rider’s butt. The rider always complied.

The police officer, Robert, had brought his wife, Diana, as a specially invited guest. Although she had been told that she was not obligated to try anything, she timidly got into position sitting astride the brightly painted horse. Soon, Mac sternly ordered her to assume the jockey position. She did. She felt awkward and embarrassed with her bottom sticking up in the air. She had decided not to lower her navy blue cotton slacks, but she was up there, riding, ready for Mac to paddle her bottom. The men on the outside held back, not slashing her legs or ass with their whips; they preferred to let Mac with his almost uncanny judgment of how much force to put into his blows, take care of her.

Although she tensed up each time he came near her, Mac only gave her light swats with the paddle the first two times he went by, causing her behind to sting just the tiniest bit. On the third time he came up to her, he noticed that she didn’t tense her buttocks when he was near. This time he hit her with a slightly harder force, a really stinging blow, and he held the paddle on her butt for several long moments. She turned her head and looked at him with surprise in her soft brown eyes. “Gotcha!” he grinned, winking at her.

He reached over and pulled down her slacks revealing her silky mauve underwear and hit her again, a loud, hard cracking swat with the paddle. He gave the nod to the men with the long whips around the perimeter. From that point on, although they were not very harsh with her, she got her share of slashing cuts as she went around. She soon realized that she was genuinely enjoying the light, barely stinging punishment. Before the Merry-go-round was turned off, Mac had her lean across the horse with her long silky blond hair almost dragging onto the floor on the other side. When she was in position, Mac reached out without a word and slid down her silky underwear. It was not the most comfortable position to be in and she was both scared and embarrassed, but it made it easier and more fun for the men to whip her butt as she went by.

Suzanne, who was walking around and watching all the action, saw Robert standing in the shadows. He had stopped patrolling and was watching with a sly smile as Mac paddled his wife. She quietly went over to the clubhouse and got a paddle.

“Okay, Bud. Drop those pants and bend over. Since you find it so interesting, I’ve decided that,” Suzanne said, sneaking up behind him, “it’s time for you to get a taste of the paddle yourself.”

“You can’t do that; I’m on duty,” Robert said grinning and backing away from her.

“I can and I will, or I will call all the members over here,” she threatened. “I’m sure as a group they’d be interested in helping make sure you got your just deserts.” “This is assault on an officer of the law,” he said, but he was still grinning even as he began to unzip his uniform pants.

“So? Arrest me,” Suzanne laughed, “after. Bend over and brace yourself against that tree.”

As soon as he bent over and braced himself with his hands against the trunk of the tree, she paddled him. She wasn’t especially harsh, just stinging, but she kept it up for about a dozen blows, then she lowered his jockey shorts and gave him another dozen. She finished off with two very harsh blows that left faint bruises.

“I made those last two hard enough to leave bruises deliberately, so you would have some evidence,” she said smiling sweetly, “just in case you decided to press those charges.”

“Gee, thanks a lot,” he said sarcastically, but with a large grin. He rubbed his ass, and pulled up his pants.

“Instead of having her arrested, why don’t you just paddle her butt in return.” Neither one of them had heard James come up behind them. “It’s a lot quicker and a much more satisfying way to get justice.” “Good idea. Suzanne, bend over,” Robert commanded. He hit her bare butt a few times with the paddle but not very hard, and left her standing there in the shadows with James.

As he walked away, Robert looked back and saw them sinking to the ground together in a passionate embrace. He went to find Diana. “Hey, wife,” he came up behind her, and kissed her neck, “I wonder if there is anyplace where we can go to be alone around here?” Sherry, who was walking by, happened to hear him. “Pardon me, but I couldn’t help overhearing. I think one of the bedrooms in the clubhouse might be empty. All we ask is that you please just remember to change the sheets when you’re done.”

She walked away. Robert took Diana’s hand and led her into the clubhouse in search of a bedroom.

The club members moved on to the Ferris wheel; no one noticed that a car driving along the usually deserted road had stopped and a couple had gotten out.

They walked through the trees, watching the club members quietly. They were amazed at what they saw, and more than a little worried.

“Dick,” Wendy asked quietly, “do you think these people are supposed to be here? Or are they trespassing?” “They sure act like they belong here,” Dick told her, grinning wickedly, “and remember this is supposed to be some sort of private sex club. Just look at all those bare bottoms.”

“This is too much,” Wendy said as she saw a man pull down a woman’s pants and spank her bare bottom soundly. “Wow!”

“Come on girl,” he teased her. “I know you’ve had a few sexual spankings, remember? It was my hand giving them to you.”

“I know how it feels to beat your butt too, mister, and don’t you forget it,” she shot back. “But we never did it in public or as part of a group.” “Or outdoors,” he added dryly. “Let’s get out of here for now before we’re seen,” Wendy urged. “But let’s come to the fair tomorrow.” They didn’t know that James saw them get into their car and go.

At the Ferris wheel it was waiting in line that was the punishment. The riders each had long, thin whips. As they descended, they slashed at the bare butts of the people bending over, waiting for their turn to get on.

The first riders had to wait at the end of the line to give the last riders some targets. Sarah was put in charge of lining up the people who were waiting, and positioning them properly so that they could be whipped by the riders without being hit by the Ferris wheel itself. The line was slowed down by the fact that she kept checking on the positions by putting herself in place for the descending whips. Finally, Clayton grabbed a paddle and beat her severely. “Thanks Clay, I needed that,” she told him.

“Anytime, Sarah.” He kissed her cheek. “You are a greedy little thing, aren’t you?”

She gave him a wide-eyed look, innocence shining in her bright green eyes. “Who, me?”

“Now be a good little girl, or I’ll make sure that none of us ever spanks you again,” he threatened sternly. The line moved along at a steady pace after a terrible threat like that.

The bell striker was set up so that anyone who failed to ring the gong got swats with a paddle, depending on how badly they missed it. Clay had volunteered to handle the game. On the other side of the carnival grounds, players got paid with spankings when their numbers came up on the brightly painted wheel of fortune. Mario was in charge of that duty. Sherry turned out to be his biggest customer. They had a dunk tank, run by Annie and her husband Don, with a three swat reward for anybody scoring a ‘dunk.’

There was also a swatting booth, run by Jerry and Edna. Jerry took the women over his knee spanking them with his bare hand, while Edna used a paddle on the men. Her first customer was James.

“Hey, sweetheart,” he said, kissing her cheek, “how about a long hard one? Can you make it hurt so good?”

“For you, James my love, I can make it hurt so bad,” she replied with her usual sweet smile.

James got into the traditional position. “Okay sweetie, make it good.”

And she certainly did. James left to find his wife once again. He didn’t have far to go since she was in line in front of Jerry. James waited for her to get to the front of the line and watched her get her spanking and then grabbed her hand, pulling her away. “Let’s go find a bedroom,” he said with a wicked grin. “Again?” Suzanne laughed. “What am I going to do with you?”

“When we find an empty bed, I’ll show you,” he answered, laughing. “Gladly.”

Toni watched them from her position in line. She took her turn, getting a harsh spanking from Jerry, and then she went in search of her husband. When she found him, she persuaded him to shut down the wheel of fortune game and join her on one of the Merry-go-round horses. It was turned off and very dark with no lights on. They chose the horse that was the most hidden in the shadows and got on it together. They found out that a wooden horse, with a pole and straps for the kids, wasn’t nearly as comfortable as a real horse. But there was one advantage. This horse, unlike their big sorrel gelding, didn’t buck them off at a crucial moment.

Saturday and Sunday, the carnival was open to the public all day. Most of the married members brought their kids to the fair early on Saturday morning. They strolled around trying to win prizes in the games, and carried the stuffed animals and other prizes the rest of the day. They went on all the rides: the Ferris wheel, Merry-go-round and the roller coaster rides. The dunk tank was a big success. It was strange to see the carnival as a regular place to bring the kids after their sexual games of the night before.

At one point during the day James recognized the couple he had seen walking towards their car the night before. He walked over to introduce himself and to find out what they had been doing there the night before. “Hi, I’m James.” He held out a hand. “I thought I saw you two here last night and I figured you might have some questions or comments about what you saw.”