The Paddle Club: A Fun, Romantic and Erotic Spanking Novel (7 page)

“Santa will try to give you everything you want,” he said, sliding his hand down to pat her affectionately on her ass as they were walking to their car. “And he’s got a surprise to tell you about when we get home.”

“You mean the surprise about Suzanne and James deciding to get married?” she said. “Even from across the room, I could tell what all that hugging and kissing was about.” Jerry opened the car door. “Spoilsport.”

“Does she already know that she’s pregnant? Or didn’t she say?” Edna asked.

“She knows,” Jerry said, kissing her before helping her into the car. “How did you know?”

“Jerry, the girl’s got that glow. I guessed it two weeks ago.” She watched him walk around and get into the car. “There’s only one thing I’ve never figured out.” “What’s that, my love?” Jerry asked.

She nudged him gently, “I’ve never figured out if that special glow came from the sheer joy of being pregnant, or if it was from just morning sickness. Has she told James?”

Jerry laughed as he started the car and drove away. “Sure she did, right after she accepted his proposal. But enough about them, tonight I have big plans for you and me.”

“Your wish is my command, Santa,” Edna teased her husband with a quick wink, “once in a while.”

For an older couple, they sure had a busy night when they got home. Jerry was so impatient that he undressed his wife and made love to her right there on the living room carpet still wearing the top part of his Santa suit, before they went upstairs. Many of the club members would be shocked, and even somehow encouraged, to learn that a couple of Jerry and Edna’s age made love more than once that night and in more ways than one. They should have known; how did they think Jerry and Edna had those seven kids?

Just after the first of the year, the special event Sherry had been so curious about finally arrived. The event was called The First Annual
Amazing Maze
, an entirely new kind of event put on by the members of the Paddle Club, and open to outsiders strictly by invitation only. The invitations were issued with a great deal of caution.

The event featured a maze set up like the ones in a fun house at a carnival, with some mirrored walls and some seemingly solid walls, except that these mirrored walls would actually move around and trap the couples until they performed required acts on each other.

Once a couple paid the admission fee and entered the maze, there was no way out. No one could escape without sampling all the tender delights of the maze, “tender” being the operative word. Each couple was forewarned, to disobey the voice they heard was to court true disaster, i.e., being stuck in the maze with no way out, and no food or bathroom in sight. The standing policy in the Paddle Club was that spankings, paddlings and whippings could be done in public while all other sexual acts were kept private, behind closed doors. Sometimes that policy was set aside for events like this one. Some of the things they would be told to do were sexual in nature, very sexual, but they would only be asked to do them with their own partner.

Sherry and Clayton entered the maze and followed the path around to the left. They heard something slide softly. Turning around, they realized that they were already trapped in a small enclosure made up of mirrored walls. Seemingly from nowhere, a woman’s voice came to them.

She said, “Okay now, both of you take off all your clothes. Leave the clothes here, neatly folded please, and go through the opening. Remember, in this maze there are several places where a wrong turn can mean repeating part of the maze. That can mean a little extra pleasure or extra pain, or even a little of both.”

As soon as they both had their clothes off a small opening appeared in one section of the wall. They had been instructed to go through it so they did; so far so good. Shortly they were trapped in another small area. The same female voice said, “Give the lady one good, hard swat on each side of her butt. Then continue down the path.”

It didn’t seem like any big deal but when Clayton did it, the sharp swats on her rounded ass sounded like a gunshot in the small space, although they didn’t really hurt very much. CRACK! CRACK! Immediately an opening appeared in one wall.

The couple followed the only path open to them. As soon as they rounded a corner, they saw a bed and heard a slight sound coming from behind them. It was the wall being moved. They were once again in a small room with no way out. There was a velvet box sitting in the middle of the bed.

Again they heard the voice, “The gentleman will lie on the bed. The lady will use the vibrator on him until she is told to stop.”

Clayton lay down on the bed. Sherry paused for a moment to admire his muscular, well-built frame, and then she turned on the vibrator and began to use it on him. At first she avoided any contact with his genitals, using the vibrator to trail slowly down his chest. Finally, she used it carefully and gently on his balls and his large well-formed cock. His erection was full and hard. All too soon for Clayton, when he was in the grips of a tender torment, the voice told her to stop.

“I’m sorry but you’ll have to move along now, there are other people waiting,” the female voice said, not sounding sorry at all. “Please move along.”

Sherry and Clayton traveled a little farther along the path of the maze. They found another bed. This time Sherry was instructed to lie on it and Clayton was ordered to use his mouth on her pussy. Climbing onto the bed, he knelt between her legs. He slid his arms under her legs, lifting them onto his broad shoulders and reached for her full breasts with his hands. He flicked the nipples with his fingers and rolled them between his thumb and forefinger. Slowly, he lowered his mouth to the soft, red-gold tangle of curls and made his way down. He began to eat her hot pussy with deep, firm thrusts of his soft, wet tongue. The wall opened too soon again. This time leaving Sherry writhing in the throes of unfulfilled, aching arousal. Following orders could be frustrating as hell, she decided.

“I really liked that room!” Sherry protested, her amber eyes wide with excitement. “I wanted to stay at least a little while longer.”

“Sorry my dear, but you only have a short time at every stop. Who knew the
Maze
would be so popular?” Again the voice had an edge of laughter that made her sympathy sound more than a little phony. “We should have planned better.” “Oh, oh! This looks like another trap to me!” Sherry exclaimed. There was a wooden chair sitting in the middle of the mirror lined path. From somewhere off in the distance they heard a smacking sound and a long scream.

The disembodied voice commanded, “Madam, be seated and have the gentleman lie across your knees. You both know all too well the position I mean. Give him a good hard, and I do mean hard, spanking! Right on his very tight, very well defined butt! Remember, I want your hand to hurt as much as his ass!”

“I’m glad you like my butt!” Clayton quipped. “Someday I’d like to get my hands on yours!”

Clayton placed himself on her lap and she gave him as long and harsh a spanking as she had ever given to anyone. She put all the force she had into her blows until his firm round butt turned a bright red and her hand throbbed. It was a long time before the voice told her to stop.

“Funny how we had plenty of time for that!” Clayton muttered rubbing his smarting butt. He heard an almost ghostly laugh.

The wall moved and the couple progressed down the twisting path. They came to a fork in the path and took a wrong turn, ending up back at the same wooden chair. Following orders, Sherry spanked Clayton again as hard as she could. He got off comparatively lightly this time however because her hand was already sore! They proceeded with caution around a corner and came to a padded whipping bench.

“I hope this one’s for you,” Clayton told her with a tight, evil grin. “I owe you one!”

“Indeed sir, have her pick a number out of the bowl without looking at it, then strap her down,” the voice instructed and paused for a moment before asking, “What’s her number?” There was a small table with a fishbowl filled with small white numbered balls on it and a box next to it. Sherry closed her eyes and took a ball out of the bowl, then handed it to Clayton.

“Six!” he called out, and then strapped her to the bench. He was told to open the box; in it was a tawse. “Six with the tawse, well laid on!” came the order.

The tawse was an extra wide, thick leather strap. It was about fifteen inches long and four inches wide, with the last five inches divided into four sections. Clayton swung it fast and hard. It landed with resounding cracks on her ass, causing her to scream with loud full-throated screams. It also caused several dark red, blotchy bruises. When the sixth blow was given, he unstrapped his bruised darling and they waited for the wall to move.

They went around several corners until they were boxed in again. It was at a padded bench. The same padded bench. This time Sherry pulled out a 1!

“Hardly seems worth the effort,” she remarked carelessly, bending over.

“I’ll make sure it’s worth it,” Clayton stated firmly, leaning over to kiss her ear. “Very sure.”

His words sent a shiver down her spine. This time he didn’t bother to strap her down, he just hit her with the tawse as hard as he could, once. It hurt worse than any single blow she had ever felt before. She screamed.

“Hurt, love?” the voice called out, laughing gently. “So sorry dear but the best, or the worst, is yet to come for both of you.”

As they walked along the path, Sherry said casually to Clayton, “Payback will be hell!” They came to a dead end.

The voice commanded them, “Sherry, drop to your knees and give him a hand job. I want you to fondle his cock and balls until I tell you to quit.”

“Did you say payback would be hell? Or heaven?” Clayton grinned.

Sherry complied, enjoying the task of fondling his large cock, almost as much as Clayton enjoyed the sensations it caused. She fingered his balls and stroked his hard smooth cock, building up speed and pressure as she went along. Clayton stood with his legs spread apart, and slid his hands into her hair, grabbing it but not too roughly. He threw his head back and closed his eyes, savoring the sensations she was causing. Once again the voice stopped the action with Clayton just short of orgasm. “ARGH!” he uttered as the voice sounded again.

They heard the now familiar ghostly laugh. Clayton finally recognized the laughing voice, even though it was distorted to sound more ghostly.

“Suzanne! I should have known it was you, you witch! I’m going to get you for this!” he shouted into the air, waving his fist. “You’re not playing fair!” The laugh was the only reply he received.

When they were told to stop the next time, the room had a bed and a box with another vibrator in it, this time for Sherry. She lay on her back, and Clayton used the vibrator to send her into a state of shivering rapture. He concentrated on her clitoris, stimulating it much more than her vagina. It was great, even though her ass was still sore! The voice permitted her to come to her wondrous orgasm before telling Clayton to stop. Women have to stick up for each other, after all. “Suzanne, you’re playing favorites!” Clayton complained.

“I’m not; we were just getting a little backed up. There are so many couples ahead of you,” she protested. “Sure, and cows fly!” he muttered. The couple once more moved on down the road. Several twists and turns later they wound up back at the bed. Once again Sherry was on the bed; this time she got on her hands and knees, and Clayton stood behind her to use the vibrator. He reached up between her legs to use the vibrator, driving her wild. Sherry quickly reached another orgasm, with the vibrator in Clayton’s skillful hands. They went on. Another corner, leading to another padded bench, and another table with a box. This time, the box held a pair of dice. “Roll those dice, sir! Call out your number!” “Twelve!” Clayton called out.

“Not real lucky sir, are you? You’d better avoid Las Vegas. Over the bench. Be sure to strap him down tightly, Ma’am. He may try to squirm.” Clayton reluctantly laid himself over the padded bench, remembering the promise she had made about payback.

When he was strapped down the voice called out again, “Look in that small chest.” Sherry opened the chest and found several birch rods.

“Twelve with the birch rod, and make them harsh!” the voice ordered.

Sherry did her best to give him the full measure of the birching, making the rod swish in the air. SWISH! “ARGH! AH! AH!” Clayton shouted at each cut, with good reason. “Umm,” Sherry murmured, gently stroking his red, hot butt, “revenge is sweet.”

“Remember my love, there’s plenty more yet to come. I might get a little revenge myself,” he warned. After the birching, they went through a series of turns and wound up, once again, at the bench. This time he got ten. Again, she strapped him down tightly, and again, she was extremely severe with the rod. She slashed his butt over and over, sometimes landing on previous stripes. In fact, she drew a little blood. Throughout the whole birching, Suzanne laughed openly.

Shortly after that, he got his revenge on Sherry. At the next stop, he was told to take her over his knees and give her a really hard spanking. The only problem for Clayton, at that particular moment, was that he didn’t want to sit down. Not at all! He put all his strength into spanking her bottom with hard, hearty blows.

He kept his rhythm by singing all the while he was spanking her. “I’ve been working on the railroad, all the livelong day!” When she stood up Sherry said, “Beat me if you must, Sir, but please, please sing on key!”

“I’ll have you know that I have a terrific voice!” Clayton said with a huff. “Then use it next time,” Sherry said archly.

The distant voice laughed again. It took several turns for them to come to the next stop. It gave both of their aching butts a rest, in a way. At least neither one received any new bruises.

They came to a bed and the omnipresent voice called out, “On the bed, Sir. Hands and knees!” When he was in position the voice continued, “Put that dildo up his butthole! Work it in and out, and work it hard!”