The Paddle Club: A Fun, Romantic and Erotic Spanking Novel (11 page)

“That sounds good, but how can it be a sex club if you don’t have sex?” Carol was puzzled.

“We like to keep certain things private, just like you probably like to keep things that you and your husband do in bed private. It’s not because we think there’s anything wrong with it but because it is our private business,” Suzanne replied. “Just exactly how did you hear about us, and what did you hear?”

“A man that my husband does business with told us that he attended a party here once without knowing what the club was about. He said he was subjected to being tied up and whipped, and that the members here took turns raping his fiancée,” Carol said shivering at the thought. “He said after that night, he never saw his fiancée again. He thinks she may have been murdered.” Suzanne looked startled but she had to ask, “Was this a meanspirited little jerk of a man, late thirties, named Michael Martin?” “Yes,” Carol replied. “Was he telling the truth?”

“In a way, as he saw it, he probably was,” Suzanne replied, her eyes on Carol’s face. “But not the way I saw it because I was the fiancée. He knew exactly what the club was about and he didn’t just attend a party, he applied for membership. After all, he wanted to see me get tied up and whipped.”

While Suzanne paused to think, Clayton said quietly, “Go on and tell her, if she’ll keep it to herself.” Carol added, “If I can, without compromising my sense of morality, I will keep your secret.”

“Okay, here’s the truth as I saw it: Michael and I had been involved for quite a while and for most of that time I thought I loved him. He said that he had heard about a special club for spanking enthusiasts. He begged and pleaded with me to try it, even though I had never been involved in anything like that before. I realized later that he just wanted to see me hurt and degraded, but that’s not what happened… ”

Suzanne told Carol all about her initiation to the club, how she met and married James, and explained briefly what the club was about.

She finished with, “You see, Michael had it all wrong. We’re not really a BDSM club, we’re more into role playing and spankings than inflicting or receiving real pain. Also, in our club everything is strictly voluntary, and we make sure there’s no victimization. Heck, even clubs that feature more BDSM are based on consent. There is no group sex and certainly no rape. That’s why Michael was not allowed into the club, they could tell from the first that he was filled with rage and cruelty.”

While she was talking, Clay had brought out another round of drinks.

“You may think we’re strange, maybe even abnormal, but I don’t see how immoral we can be if we’re monogamous,” Sherry said. “And we all care very deeply about each other.”

“If you’re telling me the truth, I guess you’re right.” Carol admitted, “I don’t see the attraction, but I don’t see anything particularly sinister about it either. Except for one thing, how can a woman who’s pregnant be involved in this? Aren’t you risking your baby’s health?” Sherry laughed, “I’m just here to visit with some friends and catch up on the latest gossip. Believe me, I won’t be involved in any risky business. You have to see what we’re like to understand so come on in, we don’t really have anything to hide.” She invited Carol inside, and then saw a man approaching. “Who’s that?” “My husband, Abe.” Carol introduced him.

He was tall and heavy, with a rough face and a guarded expression in his eyes. He didn’t seem to be at all Carol’s type; his appearance was blue collar to her white collar. Carol told him, “We’ve been invited into the club, as guests.”

“But you have to try participating just a little, to see what it’s like,” Clayton said. “By participating you mean… ” Carol flushed as her voice trailed off.

“By participating, I mean you must try a light spanking, nothing really painful, from both sides, giving and receiving.” Clayton was firm, “Or you won’t learn a thing about what we’re like and what we do. And, if you don’t participate, you’ll just make the members feel uncomfortable. Sherry can skip participating because we all know her but you’re a new face, and we don’t want you to embarrass our regulars. So come in and join in the group or go home, it’s up to you.”

Carol moved off a little and spoke quietly into Abe’s ear. They walked back over to the group and Carol spoke. “I’m scared, but Abe’s willing to try it so I guess I can, too. As long as I can leave whenever I want.”

“Come on then.” Clay held the door for the group. “I think they’re going to start a fast game of musical chairs, as silly as that sounds.”

There didn’t seem to be any games starting up, or anything else going on when the group got into the main room of the clubhouse. All the visitors could see was a group of friends sitting quietly and talking at various tables around the room. There was soft rock music playing somewhere in the background. A buffet table was set up beside the well-stocked bar. Abe and Carol were invited to have something to eat. The food was varied and superb; there was everything from vegetarian pizzas to prime rib, and desserts from plain vanilla ice cream to elaborate torts. Everything in the room seemed so normal and yet somehow very elegant that Abe and Carol both felt foolish, embarrassed and just a little bit disappointed.

That was, until they saw a young man hand a paddle to a woman and after dropping his pants, bend over a table. The woman began to beat him with the paddle using slow hard strokes until he straightened up and pulled up his pants. Abe and Carol both went pale, and Carol seemed to shiver whenever the paddle landed on the young man’s bare butt. Neither Abe nor Carol was prepared for the young man to take the woman over to a bench and tie her up. He gave her a much harder beating than she had given him. She squirmed and yelled throughout the paddling. The young man kept it up until the woman yelled, “Stop.”

“Notice that he stopped immediately when she gave the word,” Suzanne pointed out.

The young man turned around and found two other women waiting behind him. As Abe and Carol watched in amazement, the young man beat them too.

There was a pause in the music, and then the strains of classical music filled the room. Another man in his mid-thirties bent over a chair with his bottom bare. While he was being caned he sang an operatic aria, and sang it very well.

“He has an excellent voice doesn’t he?” Clay whispered as he rose from his chair.

Clay left the table and walked over to talk to some friends. Jerry and Edna walked over to join the group. After introductions were made, Suzanne dragged Jerry off to a padded bench and had him give her a fairly smart whipping. She took advantage of getting Jerry alone to tell him that the new couple was two “concerned neighbors” who had dropped in to find out what was up. She also mentioned that they had agreed to participate in the club. Jerry took the hint immediately.

As soon as they got back to the table, Suzanne looked up to see James coming in the door. She ran over to greet him warmly then brought him over to the table and introduced him to Abe and Carol. She explained to the visiting couple, “You’ll have to excuse my husband and me; we need to be alone. Sherry, Clay, Jerry and Edna will take care of you. Have a nice time.” She dragged her husband away.

After they left Edna said, “Well, I guess the doctor must have said she was completely recovered from childbirth. Remember, she said she had her final checkup today.”

“Maybe she just wanted to get him alone to tell him the doctor said she wasn’t ready to resume sexual relations yet,” Jerry suggested with a wink.

“Yeah, my love, and cows fly.” Edna smiled. “That girl is just plain horny.”

“Well, if my second favorite woman in the world is going to abandon me for her own husband, I guess I’ll just have to take care of Carol here.” He reached over and took Carol’s hand, gently pulling her out of her chair. “Come along, Miss, it’s time for you to get a spanking,” he said with a merry grin. Carol sputtered, “But… but… ”

“That’s right dear, I’m going to spank your butt,” he said cheerfully. “Abe, paddle my wife’s ass for me, will you please?”

Jerry led Carol away, over to a comfortable wooden straight backed chair. He sat down and pulled her across his lap, ignoring her squirms and protests. He slid her skirt up and spanked her gently until she stopped wiggling around. After a while, she seemed just to lie there and take it. Jerry slid his hand gently over her silky underwear and hose before he spanked her a bit harder.

When her bottom was nicely warmed up he stopped and let her up. “It’s customary to thank someone for spanking you, girl.” He grinned at her. “Thanks a lot.” Carol sounded sarcastic.

“Did I hurt you?” Jerry asked. He dropped his character and was suddenly serious. “I mean really, did I hurt you?” “No,” Carol admitted weakly. “Better luck next time,” Jerry said, grinning again. “Now go and get that paddle and use it on me, please. And don’t be easy on me, I’m used to it, okay?”

Carol got a paddle and returned to find Jerry bent over with his pants down, waiting patiently. She paddled him for a long time and fairly hard too. Finally, he stood up and thanked her.

“Now let’s go see what your handsome husband is doing with my wife.” Jerry slid his hands around her waist and squeezed her affectionately. They arrived back at the table to find Edna using the paddle harshly on Abe, who didn’t appear to feel it very much.

She looked up at Jerry, faintly insulted. “He refused to give me a spanking. He said I looked too much like his mother. His mother! He enjoyed watching you spank his wife though, even if he won’t admit it.” “It just looked kind of funny, watching her squirm around,” Abe said quietly, “and I could tell she wasn’t being really hurt.”

“Maybe he’d be more comfortable spanking someone closer to Sherry’s age, but not, of course, pregnant,” Jerry suggested.

“He’s never even spanked the kids at home,” Carol added. “He’s tenderhearted, I guess.”

“Well, if he is, he is. We don’t force anyone to take part in our games,” Jerry responded to her. “Unless he’d feel better punishing a man.”

“What’s that mean? Do you think I’m gay?” Abe asked heatedly.

“No, of course not, I just meant that you might be too much of a gentleman to want to hit a child or a woman, but with another man it might be all right,” Jerry replied. “We have some members who feel that way and they’re straight.”

“You may be right.” Abe considered the idea. “I could paddle you.” “So go ahead,” Jerry bent over, “be my guest.” Abe had just given Jerry about a half dozen half-hearted swats when Clay came over and told them the musical chairs game was ready to start.

“I know it sounds silly but the way we play it is special. Besides, we are silly sometimes; it’s part of the fun.” Clay explained, “The person who doesn’t make it to a chair gets a spanking from the person on one of the end chairs.” There were twelve participants and eleven chairs lined up, six facing one way and five facing the other. Abe and Carol watched along with Sherry as Edna, Jerry and Clay played. It was a good game with lots of laughter, teasing and loud, cracking spankings. By the end of the game, Clay had won. He was laughing as he was attacked by the whole group and tackled to the ground.

When Carol and Abe left, Carol thanked the members for the visit. “I don’t think we’ll be back, but I don’t think we’ll try to stir up the neighbors against the club either. It was, umm, interesting.”

“We might have some events, regular events that will be open to the community in the future. We want to build up our public image. If we do, be sure to drop in,” Clay invited. “As for the other, hey, different strokes for different folks, that’s life. It was nice meeting you.” Just as the couple left, Suzanne and James finally emerged from the bedroom. They looked tired, bedraggled and very happy. “So you two, what’s up?” Clay asked.

“Absolutely nothing anymore, finally,” James replied with a grin. “Thank heavens.”

“My doctor advised me yesterday to abstain for the rest of my pregnancy,” Sherry said. “Gee, Clay, that’s too bad,” James said with a contented grin. “Yeah, I’ll bet you’re full of sympathy,” Clay replied.

“Take it easy Clay, it gets worse before it gets better,” Suzanne told him. “But it’s worth it when you’re finally a father.” “It sure is, Clay.” James hugged his wife. “It’s worth anything.”

Jesse finally talked Janine into coming to the club. Most of the members were speculating on just who this mystery woman was. They knew there was a woman who had captivated Jesse. He told them. Repeatedly. He said she was beautiful, full of spice and fire, haughty, but kind. She was also brilliant, according to Jesse. And best of all, she liked to be spanked. Some of the less kind members wondered how a short, slightly pudgy, Hispanic janitor got a woman as exceptional as the one he described but they were wise enough to keep the speculation to themselves. Walking in with Jesse she looked beautiful and confident, but inside she was shy and nervous. She was indeed as lovely as Jesse had described her but she didn’t seem to be haughty. She had a wide, friendly smile. Few of those watching her failed to notice however, that her smile brightened when she turned to speak with her escort, Jesse. She was so engrossed with him; she never noticed the curious looks as she walked through the room on Jesse’s arm, meeting people. Jesse smiled to himself as the DJ put on an old song; he whispered in Janine’s ear and she began to listen to it. The song was from well before her time, but the chorus got her smiling: ‘I wish that I had Jesse’s girl, why can’t I find a woman like that?’ She flashed the DJ a brilliant smile and raised her drink to him.

When she saw James and Suzanne across the room her composure faltered. Her smile wavered just a bit. Jesse’s smile widened and he led her straight over to the couple. Short of digging her four-inch heels into the expensive and plush carpet, Janine had no choice but to go with him.

“Hi Jesse, Janine,” James said. “It’s good to see you here at last. Janine have you met my wife Suzanne?” Suzanne smiled at Janine. “We’ve met when I was in the office,

Janine. It’s great to see you again.” Suzanne kissed Jesse on the cheek and whispered, “Good job!”

in his ear. The four sat at a table and chatted. Janine had begun to enjoy having Jesse spank her but she still felt a bit awkward at the party. She had just started to relax as the spankings got under way. Janine was a bit distracted by the sight of various spankings that seemed to happen a regular intervals. Sometimes they were bare bottomed, and some over panties. Some were accompanied by protests, and some were met with laughter. Some were just done with hands, but there were a lot of paddles, straps, floggers and canes around the room.