The Paddle Club: A Fun, Romantic and Erotic Spanking Novel

by Kohler, Susan

  He enfolded Toni in a warm, tender hug and kissed her. Suzanne made her excuses and left quickly; they needed to be alone and she had to get back to the fair.

  Toni walked over to sit on the sofa. “Mario, sit down, I have something to tell you. Please let me say it all before you interrupt, please.” It sounded like bad news to Mario but he kept silent.

  Toni continued, “First, I love you. I know I should have been able to tell you anything, but I was too embarrassed.” She paused; Mario wisely let her gather her wits until she was ready to go on. “I have a secret sexual fantasy that I’ve never mentioned to you. I felt like it was too weird to tell you about. Don’t get me wrong, I love sex with you, you’re a fantastic lover. I love you in every possible way. I was just too stupid to tell you my secret desire.”

  By now Toni was babbling, so she reined herself in. “Anyway, my friend Suzanne belongs to a club, a kind of sex club.” Mario started to speak, but Toni continued quickly, “No, I wasn’t in an orgy, it was a--”

  “Tell me!” Mario demanded, unable to restrain himself any longer, as he was starting to think the worst.

  “Spanking! It was a club for people who like to give and get spankings! Please, Mario, let me explain.” She told him all about the day. Mario listened in complete amazement.

  “I’ve never tried any S & M, let alone spanking. Heard of it, of course, and thought a lot about it, but never tried it. Let me see your butt.”

  She blushed and stood up, facing him as she unzipped her jeans. She smiled weakly at him before she turned her back to him and gingerly dropped her jeans down to her feet. Slowly, she slid her silky panties down. She hung her head while he examined her butt. It was still pink, with a few faint bruises, and several darker welts crossing both cheeks. “WOW! Looks painful!” Mario swallowed, “And you say you liked this? Wanted this?”

  “I’ve had fantasies about it,” Toni said quietly. “I wasn’t sure if I would really like it.”

  “And now that it has happened? How did it feel?” He paused, “And did you like it? Keep your pants down while you tell me all about it.”

  Toni nodded shyly before saying quietly, “I want to say first, there was no sex, not even a kiss involved. I liked some of it quite a lot. The spankings were fun to watch and arousing. Hitting someone else was… hard to get use to, but I did. At one point I sort of got carried away and went too far.”

  She shuttered, “But knowing that I was going to be spanked, ah, that was scary and exciting, sort of like getting on a really scary roller coaster. Of course, there’s also the helplessness and the embarrassment, and the sting. The pain isn’t really bad; it smarts and burns, but soon it fades. No one really wanted to hurt me. There was one exception; the welts were caused by a man using a cane, and he was the one I got carried away with. The welts are a payback, meant as a real lesson. To be fair though, he stayed in perfect control. He could have been a lot harsher with me.”

  Mario got up and paced, thinking, before he asked, “How long is this fair open?” “Until midnight.” It was about two in the afternoon.

  “Leave your jeans down and bend over that chair.” It was rare for him to issue a command in that stern voice.

  When she obeyed, he walked over to stand behind her and fingered her cunt impersonally, finding out that it was very wet. He unbuckled his belt and unzipped his pants. He took out his large cock and plunged it into her vagina, and began to fuck her wildly. He thrust into her over and over, very hard and fast. He slapped her ass as he fucked her. After he reached his orgasm and she had hers, he pulled his belt out of the belt loops of his jeans and whipped her with it. Just a half dozen slashing cuts, but they were very hard.

  When he finished he said, “Good-bye.” He started for the door. “Mario, where are you going?” she asked, nervously.

  She pulled up her jeans, ignoring her throbbing butt. She was in a sudden panic; his good-bye had sounded ominously final. He relented and dropped his stern expression. “To the fair, lovey, to the fair. I have to at least try it, if you like it.”

  At the door he turned back to her and said, “You might want to be in bed waiting for me when I get home. You know it’s where we’ll wind up. Oh, and three things you’d better remember from now on: First, I love you. Second, from now on any sex fairs that we go to, we go to together. And third, I get to be the first one to try any new things that you want to experiment with.”

  “Mario, I’m sorry,” Toni was contrite. “I love you. Are you mad?”

  “It’s okay,” he kissed her gently, reaching down with his hands to massage her ass. “But from now on, remember I can manage to give you as many good, hard spankings as you can handle. In fact, in the future, I guarantee it!”

  “Mario, wait!” she called after him. “Maybe I’d better go with you. The fair’s by invitation only, okay?” She took him to the fair and led him up to Jerry, who was still on duty at the start of the booths. She gave him Suzanne’s name, told him that she had already been through and now her lover wanted to try it. Jerry remembered her well. “You can go along and watch, if you want,” he said, collecting her money. “If it’s all right with your man.” “No, thanks. I’ll just wait for him at the other end.” She didn’t

  want to inhibit Mario. “Why don’t you wait here? I’ve got an extra seat and I can use

  the company,” Jerry suggested with a warm smile. “Thanks,” she returned his friendly smile with a rueful grin, “but I think I’ll stand!” Jerry laughed zestfully. Shortly after Mario went in Jerry asked her to take over for him for a short while. He showed her the formal invitations, made sure she knew all about the charges, and explained what she should do if someone without an invitation wanted to go in. She listened intently and told him she would be glad to cover for him.

  “I know I can trust you with the money and the job, as any friend of Suzanne’s has to be completely reliable.” Jerry winked at her and left.

  He sought out Suzanne and discussed his idea with her. She approved and went to get Edna. When Jerry returned to his station, after taking advantage of the short break to visit the men’s room, he found Toni sitting at his desk. “I see you can sit after all,” he teased her.

  “Sure, I’m not hurt,” she answered, still smiling a bit ruefully. “Much.”

  “That’s good,” Jerry said, with a secretive smile. “That’s really good.”

  “Hi, my love.” The woman, whom Toni instantly recognized as the teacher from the one-room school, greeted Jerry. “Is this her?”

  Jerry introduced them, “Toni, this is my wife Edna. She’s going to take care of you for a while. Go with her.”

  Toni was puzzled but intrigued. She went with Edna into a separate tent. The older woman gave her a costume, one of the pilgrim dresses and told her to put it on. She kept up a steady stream of distracting chatter while Toni changed. When Toni was dressed, she led her along the row of curtains forming the walls of the booths.

  “Why are we doing this?” Toni was puzzled. “I told Jerry I didn’t want to watch Mario going through the booths. I thought it would inhibit him.”

  “But if you watched him going through just one booth that wouldn’t inhibit him too much, would it?” Edna asked gently. “Don’t you want to see your man get at least one good hard whipping?”

  “Yes, I do.” Toni smiled as she realized that it was true, she did indeed want to see Mario being whipped at least once.

  “Then go in here.” Edna peaked through the curtain and waited for a short time. “Right now.”

  She and Edna went in. Edna whispered to one of the actors playing a pilgrim. They talked quietly for a short time. Edna and the pilgrim grinned at each other and nodded. The pilgrim went over and unfastened the woman waiting in the pillory. He helped her unpin her dress, letting her skirts down.

  Toni suddenly realized that she had walked into a trap, but she was too late. The rest of the pilgrims took hold of Toni gently but firmly, and put her into the pillory. She felt her dress
being pinned up onto her back.

  “A trap! I can’t believe I walked into it.” She looked at Edna with accusation in her eyes. “No fair. Tell Jerry I said so,” she paused, and smiled faintly, “and tell him I said thanks.”

  Soon, just as Toni was getting good and nervous, the curtains parted and Mario entered the booth. He was shocked to see Toni fastened in the stocks, but before he had time to react he was fastened beside her. He was facing her rump and she was facing his.

  The pilgrim leader began to whip her; the blows stung but were not especially harsh. She was still sore and a little bruised from her trip through the booths earlier. Toni acted as though the whipping was as harsh as it could possibly be, squirming and crying out loudly at every stroke. The leading pilgrim handed off the long whip to the others, and as before each one of them gave her a single slashing cut with the whip. The only exception was the last stern faced woman, who again gave her two.

  Unlike her trip through the maze, when the first victim was left pilloried while she was whipped, Toni was released and her dress let down before the pilgrims began to whip Mario. There was another change in the routine this time when they handed the whip around; they handed it to Toni last. She was the one who got to give the last two harsh slashes of the whip to Mario. When Mario was sent out through the curtain, they told her to go change and wait for him with Jerry. She thanked them and left. She returned to her seat by Jerry. “You are a devious devil, Jerry,” she whispered, grinning. “And someday, maybe, I’ll get revenge. But thanks for the thought.” “No problem, my dear.” He grinned back. “As for revenge, take your best shot. I’m looking forward to it.”

  When Mario came out at the other end, he was flushed and excited. Sexually excited. He looked at Toni and said, “Let’s go home, fast!” During the short drive home he shot a sideways look at her and asked, “How do we join that club?”

  “I guess we can ask Suzanne about it,” Toni said, “but let’s not worry about it until tomorrow.”

  “Yeah, I have a feeling we’re going to be very busy tonight,” Mario said with a devilish grin.

  Toni reached over and patted the large bulge in his crotch. “Extremely busy.”

  Chapter Seventeen Hot Tub, Hot Sex

  Sherry and Clayton both had fun during their day at the trade show, but they had worked in separate areas all day, so they hardly even got to see each other. When the show was over, they dragged their weary bodies home. They checked on the baby, now three months old, paid off the teenaged baby-sitter, and Clayton drove the girl home. Clayton had spent the day acting as the stern father, spanking his son or daughter. He had also filled in for a short time as the monk flogging a penitent woman. Sherry had been cast as one of the college sorority girls undergoing her initiation for most of the day, but there were two exceptions. She filled in as one of the punished gymnasts for a few minutes. She also filled in for Suzanne as the penitent victim of flagellation, only unfortunately for her, not at the same time that Clay had played the monk. She was very tired, also a little stiff and sore because she had been out of the action for quite a while during her pregnancy. As soon as Clayton left with the sitter, she went into the kitchen to start dinner before going out on the deck to turn on the redwood hot tub to let it warm up.

  She checked the intercom they used to monitor the baby’s room and made sure she could hear anything their tiny daughter needed. When she checked the water temperature in the hot tub and it was at 105° F, she slid out of her clothes and got in, naked.

  Their deck was secluded and she had left most of the outdoor lights turned off. The only lights turned on were a single strand of miniature indoor/outdoor lights, the kind most people put up at Christmas, with all clear bulbs. The deck had several large planters filled with flowers selected more for their scent than their looks, and several dwarf lemon trees. The lemons and flowers made the deck fragrant and relaxing, and the small twinkling lights were beautiful, creating a romantic setting at night.

  She had just been soaking in the bubbling warmth for a few minutes when Clayton came home. He brought out champagne in an ice bucket and two tall unbreakable goblets. He opened the champagne and poured it, handing Sherry a glass. He set down his glass and got undressed, then joined Sherry in the hot tub.

  “Did you make sure to set the thermostat?” It was something they both checked conscientiously every time they were in the tub.

  “I sure did. I plan to take a nice, long soak so I only set it for 105° F,” she told him.

  They were both aware of how dangerous it could be to drink and soak in a hot tub, especially if the heater just kept making the water hotter and hotter without a thermostat to prevent it from becoming too hot.

  Neither one of them could understand how some people turned soaking in the hot tub into an endurance contest, letting their tubs reach 110° to 115° F. Sometimes people would let the water get too hot, drink themselves into a relaxed stupor and practically make soup out of themselves. Sherry drank her champagne, sipping it slowly. She savored every drop, and when it was gone, she had a slight, comfortable buzz. She put her glass on the deck and leaned her head back against the side of the hot tub. To a stranger she would have looked asleep, unless the stranger happened to notice the slight trace of a smile on her lips, or unless the stranger could see beneath the water.

  She took her right foot and lazily played with Clayton’s left foot. Slowly she began to slide her foot up and down the outside of Clayton’s right calf. Leaning back with his eyes closed, he pretended not to notice. She put her foot on his knee and then slowly, ever so slowly, slid it in between his thighs. Instantly his thighs shut around her foot. She tried to pull it free. He reached for her foot taking it by the ankle, and firmly placed her heel against his erection. With his hands as a gentle guide, she rubbed her foot softly up and down the length of his cock.

  “Stand up,” he quietly commanded. “Get in the center of the tub, and spread your legs.”

  She did as he directed. He reached up, cupped her buttocks and gently began to play with them. He slapped, stroked and fondled them. He spread her cheeks and pushed them together again. He stood up just enough to reach her mouth in a long, passionate kiss. Then he moved his attention to her breasts, licking and sucking first one then the other. He trailed his mouth slowly down towards her navel. Although her navel was under water, he covered it with his mouth. He came up for air and then ducked his head under the warm water again. He found her pussy with his mouth and tongued it, then gently blew all his air into it, tickling her. She smiled softly. He surfaced, took a deep breath and repeated the procedure.

  Clayton sat back on his seat and pulled Sherry down onto his erect cock. He leaned back and she leaned with him. She kissed him passionately, her hands holding onto the side of the tub. He slid his hands from her waist to her buttocks. Together they began to rock up and down with a slow, steady rhythm that built to a faster and faster pace. When they were both about to reach their crest they paused, savoring the sensations and then began again, moving slowly and once again gradually building up speed. Time after time they almost reached the peak and then paused, until finally they came with orgasms that left them both breathless.

  When they had recovered enough to stand, they got out of the hot tub, turned it off and went into the house. They took a short shower together just to wash off the chlorine, and went in to eat the beef stew Sherry had made for dinner. They ate and sat quietly talking over the day’s events. They washed the few dishes together and put away the leftovers before they went up to bed. Once they were in bed they made love again, but this time with more of a quiet tenderness and a little less frenzy. Finally, when they were just about to drift off to sleep, the baby started to cry. “It could have been worse.” Sherry sat up, and watched Clay as he went to get the baby. “She could have cried while we were still in the tub.”

  “She could have cried while I was still in you,” Clayton quipped, as he paused briefly at the door. He wiggled his eyebrows and
shot her a lecherous leer. After a few minutes he brought the baby to Sherry and sat on the bed naked, watching her nurse. The mother and daughter looked so angelic together that he felt his heart would burst with love. When the baby, Christina, was finished nursing and had drifted off to sleep, he gently put her back in her crib. By the time he returned to bed Sherry was asleep. He cuddled up close to her and fell asleep himself.

  Clay woke up earlier than Sherry. He didn’t wake her; he just lay there next to her and thought about their lives together and how they had met. He couldn’t believe how far they had come since the day they first met.

  They had been club members and lovers long before James and Suzanne had joined the club. In fact, they had been club members for over three years and lovers for five.

  They had met when they both auditioned for a musical that the Community Theatre was putting on. As it happened, they got the leads. The musical was Kiss Me Kate.

  They were both doing well in the play except for the spanking scene. It just never seemed real, or even right. The director asked them to practice the scene by themselves to try to “liven it up.” Finally Clayton had an outlandish idea. He asked Sherry to come over to his house for dinner and a private rehearsal, and to wear the full skirts she wore during the rehearsals. He hoped Sherry wouldn’t get too mad since she seemed like a nice girl. Clayton set up a video camera and they worked on the scene. The first time through they did it the same way they had been, but tried to put more feeling into it.

  Watching it, Sherry said, sounding disgusted, “It just doesn’t work, it lacks something.” “Let’s try it again, I have an idea,” Clay said with a nervous grin. “It may help.”

  They did the scene again, only this time he didn’t give her a fake spanking over her thick, lacy petticoats. Instead, he flipped the petticoats up onto her back and pulled down her underwear. Then he gave her a very real and very painful spanking on her bare butt.

  Sherry was shocked. She had never even dreamed of being spanked as an adult by a man she hardly knew. She struggled and yelled out loud. When he let her up, she slapped Clayton hard, right across the mouth. Finally when she calmed down, they watched the videotape together. They both had to admit it: the performance was better, it had the real quality the director wanted.