The Paddle Club: A Fun, Romantic and Erotic Spanking Novel (17 page)

“I’ll do it, sweetheart, you take a nap.” She kissed him, got up, and went over to turn off the hot walker.

Both horses nickered eagerly to be taken off the boring equipment. The minute she turned the machine off so that it stopped pulling on them, they both, in a symbol of equine practicality, stood still and peed, not even moving as she unsnapped one of them from the end of the chains. Avoiding the strong smelling muddy spot, she led the first horse out of the walker and looped his rope over a fence rail, then unfastened the other. She swung up onto her gelding and rode him back to their stalls with the other horse’s lead rope in her right hand. The horses were both restless from being on the walker and they wanted to act up but Toni kept them under tight control. She put the horses in their stalls at just about the same time the hay truck was coming by with their evening hay. She gave them each an apple, a scoop of grain and some vitamins. Then locked up her tack boxes, made sure the stall doors were securely fastened and went back to Mario.

He was sound asleep. It was too much of a temptation to resist; she reached into the ice cooler and got a handful of ice cubes. She put them on his stomach where his shirt had ridden up. He slept for a second more, and then awoke with a loud yell.

“Woman, you’re in trouble!” He rolled her over and gave her a few sharp, playful swats on the seat of her faded blue jeans. “I’m taking you home right now.”

He stood up and reached down to pick her up. He threw her over his shoulder and swatted her on her butt.

“Good idea, as the ranch hands are starting to talk,” Toni teased him, her head hanging down.

Mario spoke to Miguel, the nearest hand, in Spanish and he answered with a wide grin. Both men looked at Toni’s butt. The hired hand spoke again, still smiling a wide, hearty smile. Mario nodded and waved, patting her fanny. “Si, amigo, gracias,” he told the man. “Por favor?” He gestured at the remains of the picnic.

The obliging ranch hand picked up the lunch and folded the blanket. The man followed Mario to his truck and put his things in the back for him. “Adiós, Miguel, muy gracias.” Mario said. Miguel waved and grinned before walking away. “What was that all about?” Toni asked as Mario set her in the cab of the truck.

“Miguel saw you put the ice on me and watched me swat your butt. He suggested that I take you home and beat you soundly for disturbing my nap and then fuck you like crazy,” Mario grinned. “I thanked him for the suggestion.” “Are you going to follow it?” Toni asked quietly.

“That’s none of your business,” he replied, raising his eyebrows. “So don’t even ask.”

“None of my business, my butt!” she said, her voice raised. “What do you mean none of my business?”

“Precisely,” Mario said, “it is my business and my butt.” He patted her ass in a proprietary manner. “Ah, ha. Muy macho hombre,” she teased him, using almost all her Spanish. “You think.”

When they got home they took a long shower, washing the dirt and smell of horses off their bodies. They spent a long time soaping each other and gently arousing one another in the warm, steamy shower. They toweled each other dry and Mario used the blow dryer to dry her hair.

They pulled down the spread and got into bed. Mario pulled her gently into his arms and then suddenly wrestled her into a position so that she was lying across his lap, with her head hanging off the side of the bed. Her shoulder length, curly brown hair was hanging down towards the floor. Mario spanked her slowly and not very hard, with Toni laughing and struggling all the while. After about a dozen slaps he began to spank her more harshly. The slaps were stinging but not painful. Toni was still laughing and trying to get upright. “Say that you’re sorry,” Mario ordered, still spanking her. “Sorry for what?” Toni asked. “I was a perfect lady.”

“Sorry for the ice and waking me out of a peaceful Sunday afternoon nap,” he replied, spanking her harder now, each slap turning her full round butt red. “Sorry for being such a brat.”

“Okay, okay. Alright, already,” she laughed. “Sorry, uncle, whatever you want.”

“Whatever I want?” Mario asked slowly. He paused, his hand still raised in the air. “Yes.” She was laughing.

He gave her one last hard spank before he pulled her up onto the bed, rolled her over and climbed on top of her. Slowly using his hands and mouth, he worked his way down her voluptuous body; he kissed and nibbled on every square inch of it except for the apex of her thighs. He asked her to roll over and started at her feet, slowly working his way up sucking, licking and kissing slowly up her backside. On this side he skipped her red and slightly tender buttocks.

When he got to the nape of her neck he came back down, this time spending a long time gently kissing and biting her butt. He bathed her warm, pink cheeks with his wet tongue. His long hair slid over her skin as he worked. His tongue even found the crack of her ass. He rolled her over and lifted her legs up onto his shoulders, making love to her with tongue and mouth.

When she had climaxed, he held her gently. He let her come down from her orgasm before bring his mouth to hers again.

Sitting astride her, he asked her to push her breasts together. He slid his cock in and out of her cleavage several times before he moved farther up her body until he was kneeling with his large erect cock near her mouth. “You said anything.” His voice was quiet. “I meant it too,” Toni smiled.

She took him into her mouth, using her tongue and lips to bring him to a shuttering climax. They lay there quietly for several minutes, resting and cuddling each other. Soon it started again. Cuddling became kissing. Kissing soon turned from affection to foreplay. Before long he was erect and she was wet, again.

Rolling over on top of her, he slid his cock into her gently and began to make love to her with all the passion and tenderness she could ever imagine. This time when they stopped they were so drenched with sweat that they had to put on the air conditioner to cool off. Pretty soon Mario reached down and pulled up a sheet to prevent them from cooling off too fast. “So, are we going to join the club, or not?” Toni asked.

“We’re in.” He kissed her all over her face, finally honing in on her swollen mouth. “If you can stand to see all those other women getting spanked by me, and spanking me in return.”

“Or other men?” she teased, gasping as he lowered his mouth to her breast, suckling gently at it and teasing the nipple with his tongue. “Mario? Honestly, I don’t care who you spank or who spanks you, as long as I’m the only one who makes love to you. Deal?”

“Deal,” he agreed. Then Mario asked, “Shall we seal it with a kiss?”

“We’ll start with a kiss,” she reached up for him, “and see what comes up.”

Once again Suzanne was nervous as she dressed for the Paddle Club initiation. This time because it was her turn to be acting as the club’s hostess for the evening. She was picked to be this night’s hostess because her friend Toni and Toni’s longtime companion, Mario, were two of the four people being initiated. The other couple, Sarah and Mac, were complete strangers to Suzanne however she had talked to both of them on the phone and they seemed to be a very nice, loving couple.

It was kind of a mystery, however, just who originally suggested that they apply to the club for membership. Suzanne went on her instincts and offered to sponsor their membership herself.

The most interesting thing about this couple, Suzanne found out, was that Mac used to advertise in the singles’ newspapers as a dom and get paid by women, and even a few men, for spanking, beating and whipping them. In fact, Sarah was a paying customer when she met Mac. The couple was very up front about it because they didn’t want to hide anything. Mac was unashamed and completely open about his past business.

Suzanne was reviewing all the arrangements she was responsible for during the initiation. She went over her mental list of things to do, checking off each completed item in her mind. She mentally reviewed everything she knew about the people involved. She was just pulling her formal, violet beaded gown over her head when she heard James come into the bedroom. “Are you about ready, my dear?” He kissed her neck.

“Yes, I am, As soon as I get this bracelet fastened. Can you do it?” She held out her hand and the troublesome bracelet. While he was fighting the tiny clasp, she asked, “Is the sitter downstairs?”

“She sure is.” He paused before saying in a serious tone, “I’ll stay here with the twins for a minute while you go downstairs and talk to her.” “What’s up?” Suzanne instantly noticed his concern.

“I think her boyfriend beat her up. Really beat her up,” James told her. “And I didn’t want to be the one to try to talk to her about it.” “Oh my God!” Suzanne hurried down the stairs.

When she saw Janie the very first thing she noticed was that the girl had been crying. Her fair skin was puffy, damp and blotchy. Then Janie turned her head and Suzanne saw the large, ugly bruise on her jaw, and noticed several small, blotchy bruises on her arms. Her green eyes were red-rimmed and swollen. She looked bedraggled, with her long brown hair hanging unkempt and limp.

“Did Freddie do this to you?” Suzanne asked gently, softly stroking the bruise on her jaw.

“Yes he did, but he didn’t mean to hit me,” Janie replied, defending Freddie. “It was an accident.”

“Janie, listen to me. There is no way to give someone a sock in the jaw accidentally. And, this is not the first time! Face it Janie, he’s an abusive creep!” Suzanne said firmly. “I deserved it!” Janie sniffed. “I’m always doing something that makes him mad.” “No, you didn’t deserve it, no matter what, even if you did something to make him mad.” She lifted the girl’s chin, gently looking her straight in the eye. “He should never hit you. No real man beats a woman.”

“But I thought you’d understand. You and James,” she blushed, but continued, “I mean, um-”

“I don’t know what you think you know about James and me, but I’ll tell you the truth,” Suzanne said gently and calmly. “It’s something I try to keep very private and personal, just so nobody will misunderstand. But maybe now it will help you to see clearly what’s happening to you.”

“James and I play sex games that involve spankings. Sometimes he spanks me and sometimes I spank him. Yes, I really do.” She had to smile at the shock on Janie’s face. “But we only do it as a game, for fun. He has never ever hurt me and he has never, and I mean never, hit me in anger or frustration, not ever. He doesn’t put bruises on me, and he certainly doesn’t make me feel worthless or inadequate. In fact, he makes me feel as if I’m the most beautiful, special woman in the world.”

“Gee, I wonder why,” Janie said dryly. “Face it, you are so beautiful, not to mention smart and funny, it’s enough to give us normal girls a complex.”

“Thanks Janie. I just try to do my best with what I’ve got, like anyone else. Trust me; I have my faults, too.” Suzanne promised herself to help the girl gain some self-esteem. “But back to what I was saying. For us, these spankings are a part of our sexuality, acting out a role, like in a play, and they are not abuse. Neither one of us has ever even spanked the girls. Of course they are still babies, but neither one of us believes in spanking as a punishment for children anyway. The reason I can play these games is that I know, as sure as I’m sitting here, James will never do to me what Freddie did to you. Please, listen to me. You don’t have to take it, not for a minute, not even for a second. You deserve to be treated much better than that. Break up with him now, tonight. Okay?”

“Thanks for telling me that; I know it’s very hard to tell someone about something so private. Let me think tonight while I’m here. Maybe I’ve been wrong.” Janie gave her a faint smile.

“Sweetie, James and I will help you in any way we can. While you’re here tonight why don’t you soak in the bathtub and relax. Or go for a swim. Then take a nice nap. Believe me, the twins will let you know if they need you. Just be very careful if you go into the pool alone.” Suzanne hugged the girl, then she called out, “James, let’s go. We can’t be late!”

Once they were in the car, James asked her, “How’s Janie doing?”

“I talked to her but I don’t know for sure if she really heard me and understood what I had to say. It’s got to be her choice to leave the relationship. She knew something about us though. About our spankings.”

“Did that make it harder for you to advise her to leave Freddie?” James asked.

“I don’t think so. I tried to use it to show the difference between you and that creep, the difference between what we do and what he does. It may even have helped,” Suzanne calmly replied.

“No wonder she was looking at me so strangely when we left,” James laughed softly.

“She loved it when I got to the part where I told her that sometimes I spank you.” Suzanne smiled slyly. “You didn’t.” He flushed a little.

“I sure did, I told her the whole truth.” She grinned. “She doesn’t need lies right now.” “I’ll get you for that,” he joked. “Promises, promises, always promises.” She stuck her tongue out at him playfully, then hugged him. “And no action.”

They stopped to pick up Sherry and Clayton. James went to the door to get them.

“Hi. I hope we’re not late,” he said as he greeted the other couple.

“Nope, you’re right on time. Our sitter just got here.” Sherry smiled, “It still seems funny to realize that we’re all old respectable married couples now, with kids and everything.”

“Yeah, but we’re still kinky as hell,” Clay added, laughing. “Thank God.”

The group of friends made their way to the car and got in. Clayton and Sherry greeted Suzanne. Sherry looked fabulous in a gown that matched both her coloring and her name. It was the exact color of a fine bottle of Sherry. Clayton was dressed in his tuxedo and looked like a model for the groom on top of a wedding cake.

Sherry told Suzanne, “We were just talking about how we all have our own families now.”

“I still think it’s strange that your daughter was born almost nine months to the day after the
Amazing Maze
,” James told the other pair.