The Paddle Club: A Fun, Romantic and Erotic Spanking Novel (22 page)

The Master paused briefly before saying, “Now you will receive your first punishment. For this punishment you will act as though it’s a punishment for misbehavior by asking for it and by thanking me for each and every blow.” His voice grew colder and more commanding. “Take one step forward and bend over.” She hesitated; her fear seemed to paralyze her. Her Master barked, “Now!”

She felt terrified at hearing the request and being blindfolded only added to her fear, but with trembling legs she stepped reluctantly forward and bent at the waist. She wound up lying from the waist up on a soft, padded table. Her Master told her to ask for her punishment. In a trembling voice she said, “Please punish me, Master.”

He directed her hands to a soft rope and told her to hold onto it tightly or she would be tied down. She felt bizarre lying there, scared and helpless. The g-string was no protection for her bottom and she was very conscious of the cool air blowing on her naked buttocks, waiting for the beating to begin.

It started; a light teasing flicker of a soft string whip that didn’t hurt at all. As the soft strings descended over and over, she began to relax. She thought that teasing flicker was the full punishment. Alan had been right when he told her it was all a game.

Soon her Master began to use his hands gently, lightly, all over her body except on her buttocks. Finally he spanked her buttocks gently, building very slowly to a slight tingling. Her butt turned a slight pink. A faint stirring of shock ran through her as she realized that she was really enjoying this.

“Now we begin. Remember to thank me after every stroke,” her Master told her, his uncanny sense of timing telling him that she was ready.

Suddenly she was being spanked, really spanked, hard and fast with her Master’s hand. She barely managed to get the phrase out after every spank. It went on for a long time. It stung and the slaps landed with a loud clap but it was not really painful at all. Finally he stopped.

She lay there breathing heavily and feeling very relieved when suddenly, for the first time in her life, she felt a paddle descend on her tight little ass. It was hard and fast, and a lot more painful. She tried to repeat the phrase after each blow but sometimes she fell behind.

“You failed to thank me for every blow and it took too long for you to get into position in the first place. However other than that, for the first punishment you did alright so I will be merciful and not punish you for your obvious imperfections. Now thank me for taking the time and energy to give you such a good beating. Remember, you are always supposed to beg me to beat you again.” “Thank you for giving of your time and energy by beating me. I’m sorry for my imperfections,” she managed, breathing heavily. “Please Master, beat me again.” “Alright, little slave, since you ask so prettily, I will.” He always knew when to keep going. The paddle descended again and again as he beat her a dozen more harsh stinging blows. This time she forgot to say, “Thank you Master” for the first blow but he gently reminded her.

When he stopped paddling her she said without any prompting, “Thank you for giving me such a good beating. Please beat me again.”

“I will, my greedy little slave, but not now,” her Master told her quietly. She felt him kiss her on top of her head. “You may stand up.”

He gently removed her blindfold for the first time. She gasped as she looked around the room. It was obviously a dungeon; there was no other word for it. It was set up in a basement. Her new Master stood in front of her; he was tall and well built, dressed in black leather. His face was covered by a mask but she could tell he was muscular and had blue eyes. She had the impression that he was very handsome. Next to him, dressed in black silk and wearing a black mask was a woman. She was short and had red hair and bright green eyes. The Master spoke into the air, “How did you like that?” The question seemed directed behind her. She was shocked to hear his mistress’ voice reply, “I thought it was great. Did the slave enjoy it?” Her Master said, “You may reply.”

“I’m not too sure, it was too strange and I was so scared. It really hurt too, but at least it wasn’t as bad as I feared,” she replied softly.

“You may lie on the bed; you have no duties until dinner. I will ring for you to come serve me and then you will be fed. I will require your assistance to bathe, then that will be all until bedtime. You do remember what I said to do at bedtime?” “Yes, Master.” She lay down on the bed.

“Now it’s time for my second slave to come forward.” The Master’s voice was harsh and commanding.

Sharon was surprised to see her lover, Alan, step into the room. He was nude except for a g-string. He did not have on a blindfold. Without hesitation he placed himself in position for a beating. This time the Master did not start easily. He used a larger, heavier paddle which he swung hard and fast, so fast that her lover had a hard time thanking the Master for each blow.

When he finished the paddling and her lover requested more, the Master refused, saying that he would ring for both of them at dinner time. He left her lover tied to a ring set high into the concrete wall, his feet barely touching the hard concrete floor.

She lay on the bed, gently rubbing her tender bottom and looking at her lover. She saw his bright red buttocks and realized that she was enjoying the feeling of having a shared experience; she had even enjoyed watching him being paddled.

“Did you really enjoy watching me get paddled?” she asked out loud, forgetting that she was forbidden to speak.

Immediately a door opened and the Master strode in. “You spoke; you are a bad slave!” She was shocked. “Please punish me, Master.” “I will, but I will not beat you this time.” He tied her to the wall with her hands stretched above her head. “You may thank me for my mercy.” “You are truly merciful, Master. I thank you,” she whispered.

Just about the time her arms started to ache, a man dressed in a tuxedo came in and untied her lover and then let her down. He instructed them to follow him, explaining that he was the Master’s butler for the weekend.

“My name is Randy. My duties for this weekend are to direct you in how to serve the Master and occasionally to give you the morning or evening spanking if the Master directs me to do so.” Seeing the surprise on her face, the butler said, “You have my permission to ask me a question.” “Did he buy your services at the auction too?” she asked.

“No, little slave.” The butler smiled ruefully. “I lost a football bet.” The butler introduced them to the cook, a lovely blond named Christie who gave them their serving costumes. Sharon was given a lacy white apron with a see-thru bib to wear over her gstring, and a lacy cap. She was instructed to put her hair up, then put on the tiny cap. Alan was given a tuxedo jacket and a black bow tie to wear with his g-string. The butler directed them on their duties in serving meals to the Master, his lady and his guests.

It was strange serving dinner to four people who were all wearing masks, but Sharon tried to do a good job.

As she served the hot soup the female guest remarked, “Your new slave is beautiful. She has a lovely behind. May I spank her?”

“Of course, my slave is yours to torment.” He smiled before he instructed the slave, “Do not put the soup down, just walk over to the right side of the lady’s chair and ask her to spank you very hard, then turn your back to her and lean slightly forward, sticking your butt out. You will be spanked by the lady. If you spill as much as one drop of soup you will also be severely beaten by the butler after dinner. When she is done spanking you, you will thank her for her time and effort and continue serving the soup without any further comment.”

She followed her Master’s instructions, walking over to the lady and saying, “Please madam, would you give me a very hard spanking?” The little slave was surprised that the lady did not answer immediately. Instead the guest reached out and stroked her cheek then trailed her hand gently down the slave’s body. The lady then slid her hand around the slave to glide gently over the slave’s buttocks. All this was shocking to the slave, who had never been touched by a woman.

“Yes, indeed I will,” the lady finally replied. “I will give you the spanking you deserve.”

Awkwardly the little slave turned around and leaned slightly forward, timidly sticking her behind out. “It’s a great honor that the lady wants to punish you, little slave. Please give her a good target,” her Master said. “Stick your behind well out, and be proud of it.”

The little slave complied as best she could. Immediately the woman began spanking her with quick, loud slaps. The spanking was fairly hard but it was fast, and all the spanks landed on one cheek. Soon she paused and looked at the male guest; he shook his head smiling, and she continued onto the other cheek. The little slave fought hard not to spill any soup, and to her relief she succeeded.

“Thank you for doing me the honor of giving me a good, hard spanking,” she murmured, her eyes downcast. She continued around the table to the male guest. He sampled his soup and complained, “The soup is cold!”

Her Master spoke instantly, his words sending a chill down the little slave’s spine. “I’m awfully sorry. Would you like to punish my lowly slave for her laxness in failing to serve you hot soup?”

The male guest gently rubbed the slave’s still warm buttocks. “No, she’s not worth the effort.”

The little slave was surprised to realize that she was insulted, and something else. Was she disappointed? She was relieved, of course, as the male guest looked extremely stern. She had a feeling that a spanking from him would be very painful indeed, by far the harshest she would have ever received. Still she was insulted and more than a little let down. She was almost pouting as she served the soup to the Master’s lady. Catching her expression the group grinned to themselves; truly there was more than one way to punish a slave.

“Very well, I’ll add her punishment for the poor service to her nightly dose, if you wish,” the Master offered.

“No need,” the guest replied. “Now that I think of it, I realize that my wife was at fault for delaying the slave in performance of her duties. I think I’ll punish my wife instead.” The rest of the meal passed without incident.

After dinner the Master and his lady led the group down to the basement and chained both of his slaves to the walls, but this time, not with their arms raised painfully high above their heads. Before long, the butler brought them both bowls of stew and fresh bread. He unchained them and let them eat. He also showed them where there was a button they would be able to reach if they wanted to signal him that they needed to relieve themselves during the night. He also warned them that there would be severe consequences if they ever used that button.

He also reassured them that all the manacles were rigged to the building’s alarm system so that they would be automatically released if there was a fire or an emergency. After they ate he chained them back up and the slaves rested; as well as they could in their chains until the butler came to get them to help the Master and his lady with their nightly baths. The male slave was assigned to draw the baths and lay out the couple’s bedclothes and robes, and wait with the towels to dry them after their baths. The Master and his mistress were both still wearing masks. The little slave was assigned to wash the Master. She lathered her Master timidly working her way over his solid body and only hesitating when she came to his genitals. At the Master’s soft order, she washed him there too. In fact, at his order she spent quite a long time washing him there.

After his bath, she dried him and helped him put on his bedclothes while Alan bathed the mistress. The butler then led the two slaves downstairs. It was already midnight, so at the butler’s whispered reminder, the little slave put herself into position for her nightly punishment while her lover watched. Then he placed himself into position. She shivered nervously. Soon the Master and mistress came down.

He said, “I’m extremely pleased with both of you but especially you, my little slave. You have made great progress for someone who has never been under anyone’s discipline or domination. You are very trainable. Tonight, as a reward, I will give you your harshest taste of punishment yet.” Without saying anything to the Master, the little slave questioned herself about how getting her harshest punishment yet could possibly be considered a reward.

Immediately he fulfilled his promise. He did give her a long warm up. The little slave was so new to this game that she barely appreciated how patient he was with her. Then he paddled her hard and long. She barely made it through the first dozen before she started to have trouble saying the required sentence after each blow. After two dozen, she was stripped of her g-string, blindfolded and chained hand and foot to the bed, with her red, hot bottom facing up.

She heard her lover getting his nightly beating, and then he was beside her, chained, and just out of her reach.

“You two may talk for fifteen minutes without penalty,” her Master said as he left the room. “After that, any talking will be punished.”

“Are you all right?” Alan asked. “I really didn’t realize he would take it to this extreme.”

“He’s paddled me hard enough to really smart and sting but he hasn’t really hurt me, and his rules are clear. It seems fairly easy to follow them, but it’s so strange,” Sharon whispered, “I feel so helpless. I also feel so insignificant, like an object.”

“Remember, you are also being cared for, like a very valuable object,” her lover reminded her, “and remember that ultimately, you are in control. You have already set your terms. You are also safe; you may be hurt but you will not be injured, either physically or sexually. Of course, the money the slave auction raised is going to AIDS research.”

“I also feel a strange kinship to you, closer than making love somehow, by hearing and watching you getting beaten and knowing exactly what you are feeling. It’s sort of like the bonds people must form when they survive a terrible experience together,” she confessed to him.