The Paddle Club: A Fun, Romantic and Erotic Spanking Novel (12 page)

James noticed Janine’s distraction. “The one thing you never see here Janine, is anyone who’s being abused. Even those who are protesting have the final say in what happens to them. They have safe words to ease things up or stop them altogether.”

“But I hear some of them saying ‘ouch’ or ‘stop’ so how can that be?” she asked.

“Have your really heard ‘stop’ and seen it being ignored?” Jesse asked.

“Well no,” Janine realized, “unless it was said by someone who was laughing. The ‘ouch’ wasn’t said as a joke though.”

“Ouch is not a safe word.” The three other people at the table said it simultaneously, all of them laughing. Finally Janine felt comfortable enough to say it. “I didn’t know you were a member here, James. I was shocked to see you outside of work, especially in this um, setting.”

“This is where I met Jesse and became his friend,” James said with a grin, remembering. “Does it bother you that I saw you at a spankos party?” “A bit,” she admitted. “But remember, you saw me here too,” James pointed out.

“I also can’t help wondering,” Janine said slowly, “how it is that you seemed not to believe me, at least at first, when I complained to you about Jesse spanking me in the office. You must have known it was true.”

“Of course I did.” James smiled waiting for her to take the final step. “You knew and approved of it?” “Yes.” He still waited. “Before it happened?” She was surprised.

“Yes, I suggested it,” James told her. “We normally only spank women who want to play, but that situation seemed to call for some real discipline.” “You suggested it?” She was shocked.

“Of course.” James smiled. “You can thank me later, after you’ve seen the videotape.” “There’s a video?”

“But only three people have seen it,” Suzanne interjected. “Me and the two brutes at this table. And I didn’t get a very good look at it, I was face down over James’ knees, getting spanked myself at the time.” “What had you done?” Janine asked.

“Nothing. I was completely innocent.” Suzanne smiled. “I don’t have to be bad to get spanked, thank God, or I’d go nuts trying to find things bad enough to get spanked for. I’d be in trouble all the time.”

“She lets me know in other ways when she wants a spanking, and how hard she wants it,” James explained. “And I also let her know when I feel like spanking her, to see if she’s in the mood.” “I always am,” Suzanne added. “The same with James. He lets me know if he wants to be spanked, but usually that’s just here at the parties. At home, he’s almost always the top.”

“So I was set up?” Janine tried to ignore the picture of James, her boss, being spanked.

“Yes,” Jesse spoke up, “but it was your own bad behavior that started it, and that you did to yourself.” “I admit I was a brat.” James had been silent for several moments. “Janine, have you received your results from the bar exam yet?” Janine’s face fell. “Yes.” “I take it from your expression that you failed.” He was stern.

“I was so close. I only missed passing by two questions.” Janine was devastated. “Well, beginning Monday, Jesse and I will help you study for the next test,” James said firmly. “We’ll see to it you pass with flying colors, won’t we Jesse?” “Of course.”

“And now,” James continued, “I think she should pay a penalty for failing this time.” “Yes, of course.” Jesse rose and held out a hand for Janine.

James fumbled through the bag he had tucked under the table and pulled out a couple of paddles and straps. He leaned over to kiss Suzanne. “You’re next, my dear.” “I didn’t fail the bar!” Suzanne pouted. “And your point?”

Jesse led Janine over to a padded bench and told her to lay face down on it. He raised her skirt and lowered her panties gently and slowly. He started spanking her with sharp but not really hard slaps, each sounding loud in the now silent room. James stood on the other side of the bench, waiting until Jesse looked up at him and smiled. “Be my guest.”

The two men each took a side and spanked Janine with their hands, warming her up, stinging and turning her bottom a bright pink before they each picked up a paddle. They paddled her longer and quite a bit harder than the hand spanking they had given her. Each took a few swipes with the strap, then they went back to the paddles. “A contest?” James grinned at Jesse. “Sure.”

They began to paddle Janine with fast hard strokes, each playing off the other, each getting faster and sharper. Finally Janine yelled, “Stop!”

They both stopped instantly. They helped Janine straighten her clothes and stand up, and each hugged her warmly. “Who won?” James asked. “I’m not sure, we need a rematch,” Jesse said. Both men turned at once, “Suzanne!”

“You men are both outlaws. Jesse and James.” Suzanne put herself into position quickly. When her panties were pulled down it was obvious to Janine that she was well warmed-up; more than that, she had been spanked quite a bit already. The men went straight to the heavy paddles. They raced each other both with speed of the swats and with severity. Suzanne took quite a bit before she stopped things. She hugged both men and summarily dragged James off to the nearest bedroom.

Jesse and Janine socialized, had a couple of cocktails, and ate a great meal; this month it was prime rib. They played a little but not with any other couples. Jesse took her into one of the bedrooms and they made love. Following club policy, they quickly changed the sheets before leaving the room. She had enjoyed herself thoroughly and planned to come with Jesse whenever he invited her. They were among the last to leave and because it was second nature to him, Jesse helped with the clean up, although he would send a crew of his men in to do a more detailed job on Monday. Janine, who had once been thoughtless and careless leaving her mess behind for others to clean, helped him. Of course, it took a few swats for the idea to sink in.

Monday, at the end of the day, when Jesse came in for his customary visit with James, they set up a tutoring session for Janine. They wanted to make sure she passed the bar on her next try. Every day, at the end of the day, they held the sessions.

Janine learned all right. She learned how to study face down across Jesse’s lap, with the open law book in front of her on the floor. She learned how to read while being spanked, and hard. She learned how to quote precedents while a paddle came down on her bare bottom. She learned how to argue a case in a moot court with Jesse as the jury and James as the opposing council. She learned that she had to win or be caned. And she learned how to take a caning. She also learned the law and how to argue under pressure. Passing the bar exam on her next attempt with flying colors, she received one of the highest grades they had ever seen. She got a spanking as a reward
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Toni Jackson lay in bed beside her lover Mario Lopez, not sleeping, just staring into the darkness and thinking. She was wide awake, filled with nervous anticipation and more than a little fear about her plans for the next day, Saturday. She hoped that when Mario found out how she was going to spend her day out with her friend Suzanne, he wouldn’t be hurt by it or get too mad. She loved Mario. Just looking at his brown eyes and tan, muscular body gave her Goosebumps, not to mention his lean, almost sculpted face and straight, black hair long enough to brush his shoulders. He was an intense and ardent lover, and a quiet gentle man at all other times.

There was much more to their relationship than physical attraction. They shared a bond of love, friendship and caring that filled her completely. The only problem was that while the physical pull was there, and the sexual fulfillment fantastic, there was still something lacking. She got hot just looking at him. He was a passionate and giving man who enjoyed having sex often. He never failed to please her. So what was her problem?

She thought it might have something to do with a recurrent fantasy she often had, the fantasy of being spanked or whipped! Logically, the thought repelled her with the kind of horrified fascination someone might have watching a poisonous snake crawl across the path in front of him. Logically, she believed that a man who would hit a woman was toad slime. Logically, she believed that anyone who wanted to be spanked was very, very sick in the head. Emotionally, she wanted to be spanked and whipped, but without being dominated or humiliated or even really hurt.

She didn’t know what to do about it; she certainly didn’t feel like she could tell Mario. What if the idea repelled him? What if he thought she was sick? What if he thought her desires were a criticism of his lovemaking, an indication of something lacking, that he wasn’t satisfying her? Would he be repulsed? Would he be insulted? Last, but not least, what if he actually agreed to do it? That disturbing thought both terrified and intrigued her.

Finally, the solution to her secret dilemma was at hand. Maybe spending the day at the spanking fair would help her find the answers to her questions. The spanking fair was by special invitation only. It was an event she had heard about from her old friend, Suzanne, who was one of the event organizers.

Toni had lost track of Suzanne after high school when she left the state and went to college in Colorado. It was pure chance that they found each other again. They literally bumped into each other while grocery shopping in the produce section of the large supermarket. When they recognized each other, they quickly put all perishables back, paid for the rest of their respective groceries, placed them into their cars and went to a nearby restaurant for lunch.

Suzanne had made a quick phone call from the restaurant, then she settled back into the plush seat and studied her old friend. Toni was, of course, her age. After all, they had been friends and classmates since kindergarten. She was medium height, about 5’6”, and slightly plump, very curvy without being fat, with medium length, curly brown hair and soft brown eyes. She was dressed casually for shopping, like Suzanne was herself. Toni had on blue cotton shorts and a white T-shirt.

“So what’s new?” Suzanne asked. “It’s only been about seven years since we’ve seen each other, just tell me everything, that’s all.”

“Well, I’m a computer programmer, working for a large firm in Irvine. I’m still single, but I’m living with a terrific guy named Mario.” Toni smiled widely. “He’s handsome, sexy, gentle and kind. I’ve got to admit it; he’s really great.” “Do you think you’ll marry him?” Suzanne asked with a grin.

“We’ll probably get married soon; we’re talking about it.” Toni shrugged, “Well for a life story it was short but that’s the highlight version, what about you? What’s new in the last seven years?”

“The magic question. I’m not working now. I’m married, very happily, to my own really great man. James is good looking, gentle, humorous, sexy and a little kinky and,” she paused dramatically, “he’s a terrific father.” “You have a child?” Toni was pleased at the thought.

“I have, my dear, twin girls about six months old. Please don’t beg, I could be persuaded to show you pictures.” She had a small brag book filled with photographs of the babies already out. “I’m just sorry I don’t have one of James in here, I left those pictures in my other purse but you’ll meet him soon.”

“These are the most gorgeous babies I’ve ever seen; I can’t wait to see them in person!” Toni looked at every picture wistfully, happy for her friend, and dreaming about having her own babies someday.

As the lunch progressed, accompanied by several glasses of wine, they began to talk about even more personal things. They fell back into their high school roles of confidants. Toni found herself, almost against her will, telling Suzanne that she had one secret fantasy her lover wasn’t fulfilling but she wouldn’t tell Suzanne what it was. Suzanne was instantly alerted; she had a feeling that she recognized the symptoms.

She teased Toni by suggesting several odd sexual fetishes. “You want to be tied up? Covered with whip cream? It’s a foot fetish? Wrapped in cellophane? Spanked?”

Sure enough, at the last word, Toni blushed. She tried to cover her reaction, but to Suzanne’s knowing eyes it was as if it were written all over her forehead. Suzanne began to tell her friend a secret, the secret that she was involved in the planning of a trade fair for spankos.

It was to be like a trade show, for all kinds of spanking paraphernalia, toys, literature, movies and art, she explained, and a few other kinky things. Suzanne also told her there would be some booths set up for sexual games and a bit of experimentation. It would be fun and sexy, but not really sleazy. No one would actually be having sex, either oral or actual intercourse, but there would be several spanking scenarios with actors. Suzanne kept the name of the club secret from her friend.

She smiled at Toni enigmatically and remarked, “I think that you could get a little taste of something kinky, say for instance, a spanking at the fair. Just to see if you’d really like to try it with Mario, you understand. If it repels you, don’t ever mention it to him; if not, get him to go for it.” She smiled at her friend, “I’ll bet he could get into paddling your ass without too much coaxing. It is a much more common fantasy than you realize.”

“You figured it out! Witch! I feel so weird.” Toni was embarrassed. “And I’d be too scared to ever act out my fantasy! You know that I’m the original super chicken.” “Everything at the fair is strictly voluntary; I will guarantee it in writing. If you don’t like anything just say the word and it will stop immediately. And of course, anyone who is involved in the spanking scenarios will be a person who enjoys either giving or getting a spanking, so they won’t think you are any stranger than they are.” Suzanne paused then asked, “How much wine did we have anyway?” “Too mush to drive safely,” Toni admitted.

“I’m calling a cab,” Suzanne said, “and I’ll get the car later. Want a ride home?”

“Yes. I think that’s for the best.” Toni went back to the old topic. “About the trade fair, how do you know so much about this, anyway?” Toni was a little suspicious.

“I can’t tell you that or you’ll think I’m weird!” Suzanne replied with a laugh and a promise to pick up Toni early the next day. Her cell phone rang. “The cab’s here! Boy that was quick.” The two women talked during the cab ride to Toni’s house. “See you tomorrow!” Toni looked back at her friend, “See you.”