“I guess I could use some time alone with my wife too.” James gave Suzanne a look that caused her blood to race.
Chapter Twenty-one The Photo Shoot
Sarah and Mac drank some of the icy champagne and made stormy love in the limo during their long ride home. They said their good nights to the driver and took the open bottle into the house and finished it in bed before they made love again. Afterwards, they cuddled together in bed and talked over the Paddle Club and people they had just met. It seemed the club might even be good for Mac’s business. Mac told Sarah that their advertising firm was doing the new ad campaign for James’ law firm. He had also made some other contacts. Their advertising firm was still new; they started it shortly after they had become lovers.
“This club could turn out to be a gold mine for our business, as well as our social lives,” Mac said enthusiastically.
“I’m just glad we met so many nice people with similar tastes to ours,” Sarah said with a smile. “Any advertising business we get from club members is a bonus.” “I really enjoyed talking with Suzanne and James, and Jerry and Edna. And I liked Sherry and Clayton, a lot.” Mac kissed her.
“I thought Clay was the most like you of all the people there, at least in the way he whipped someone, I mean. He was very stern with a no-nonsense approach and a harsh stroke,” Sarah told him. “But James has a warm fun-loving grin that reminds me of yours.” After meeting Sarah, Mac’s enthusiasm for earning his money by giving good hard whippings to people who answered his ad in the underground newspapers had quickly faded. Before long, he dropped the ads altogether. He had also given up his kinky phone lines. He was getting positively respectable! He had walked a balancing act for years, never quite acting as a gigolo or a male prostitute, but using his hands to give people, primarily women, pleasure by spanking, teasing and even whipping them.
The change was Sarah’s fault, or her credit, depending on how he looked at it. She had shown him that being sexual and adventurous didn’t mean he had to live without any personal values. A truly committed relationship didn’t have to stop him from having fun. He was sure that the club would give them the outlet for their games and fantasies with friends, without the impersonal quality that comes from being paid to please someone else.
Mac was still hungry and he wanted more champagne. They got out of bed and went into the kitchen, naked. Mac pulled some leftover roast beef out of the refrigerator. He sliced the meat thinly, and they made cold roast beef and cheese sandwiches. Sarah got out some grapes and they opened another bottle of champagne and poured it into tall fluted goblets. They sat at the kitchen table and ate, laughing and talking about the evening.
Mac made a smart aleck remark about how beautiful some of the women were; teasing Sarah and trying to provoke her jealousy. He failed.
She threw a grape at him, and said with wide-eyed enthusiasm, “Did you see James? What a hunk, and that curly blonde hair made me want to run my fingers through it. Clayton is great looking too. He has that darkly handsome and stern look, as if he can see right into your soul. He made me shiver.”
Mac pretended to be provoked, rising from his chair and lunging at her. He wrestled her down to the clean, hard, linoleum floor. He straddled her using his legs to hold her arms down and pinning her hands with his, holding them over her head. She was immobilized, except for a small range of motion by lifting her head. “So what are you going to do now, my love?” he asked as she struggled to get free.
“There’s not much I can do, only this.” She raised her head enough to take his cock into her mouth.
Rolling over and taking her with him, he shifted his hold on her hands until he was holding them both in one of his hands. He reached up for the bottle of champagne and poured it on her body. He spent several long minutes licking it off her, paying special attention to all her little cracks and crevices.
Then he poured the rest of the champagne on his body. She moved her mouth from his cock long enough to take a mouthful of the champagne from his navel before it all spilled on the floor. She took his cock into her mouth again, the cold champagne causing him to have shivers up and down his spine. She sucked him until he was in such a fever that he became a wild man. Just before he came he rolled her over and clasped her hands above her head. He plunged into her with an almost savage frenzy and fucked her wildly until he came. He didn’t withdraw or release her hands to let her move until he felt the shivers stop running through her body.
As they lay on the floor together she raised herself up on one elbow and said sweetly, “This time you have to mop the kitchen floor.”
“It’s worth it. At least this way we keep the kitchen floor clean,” he laughed and kissed her. “How’s your backside?” “Tender, but not bad.” She asked him, “Did I get any welts?” “Some. Shall we take pictures?” Mac asked.
“Sure, for our album,” she cuddled him, “and we can look at some of our oldies but goodies while they develop.”
The night they met, when she went to him and paid for a spanking, he had taken pictures of her. First he had spanked her and used a riding crop to whip her, and then by unspoken but mutual consent, they went past the original agreement. Way past the original agreement. For the first time ever with a paid client he used his hands, his mouth and his cock on her in every sexual way he knew how.
He gave her plenty of chances to refuse at each new sensation, but he kept her agreeing to anything he wanted to do by saying in a laughing voice, “Trust me.”
She was with him every step of the way. She gave her consent and fully participated as much as she possibly could, although for most of that long, memorable night he had her tied up.
He had taken pictures of her after beating her savagely with the riding crop; she was tied up and bent over the bed with her feet tied to the bedposts. Her hands were tied to the bedposts at the head of the bed. Her buttocks were red and covered with welts.
After the pictures he had pulled out a birch rod and told her to ask him for a severe birching. For some reason, unbeknownst to even herself, she did just that. On that night she did everything just as he asked. Using a tripod and a remote button he took a few pictures of the birch actually hitting her, and a few after he finished with the birch rod.
He untied her, had her kiss and put away the birch, and then retied her. Then he sodomized her; he was gentle and patient entering her. He even managed to snap a few pictures of his cock in her anus before throwing the camera aside and beginning to pump her, building into a frantic climax.
Her trust in him was rewarded a hundred times over by the fantastic sex and the tender, gentle side of his nature. He was caring and loving.
That night he refunded the money she’d paid him and gave her the roll of film. He wanted her to know that what had happened between them was real, not part of any sex-for-hire thing. He gave her the film so she would know that the pictures he took were for her enjoyment, and not for any future use in blackmail or harassment. He still shook his head at himself when he remembered returning the money, as it was a definite first for him. That’s what happens when you fall in love.
For a short time they both worked together getting paid to chastise people, but it seemed to be less rewarding to both of them than it was worth. Shortly after moving in together they opened an ad agency, and after a few months, they decided to get married. Mac ran the mop over the floor, quickly getting up any traces of champagne. He went into the studio and found Sarah setting up the camera and lights. He looked at her butt, noticing that the redness was already fading and the welts disappearing.
“Do you want a touch up to bring out the color?” he asked her. He took a test shot with the instant camera. She watched it develop and studied the results. “Yeah, I think so.” Mac pulled out a birch rod. She bent over, holding the seat of a chair. He birched her, using just enough force to bring up the color on her butt. He gave her two or three hard slashes with the rod to cause a couple of welts. Then using his good camera he took the pictur
es.
Sarah swished the rod through the air a few times. “Bend over,” she said sweetly yet wickedly. “Your marks are fading too.”
He did, although he didn’t like being punished nearly as much as she did. She birched him a little longer and harder than he had done to her, and finished it off with several harsh cuts. She picked up the camera and snapped several photos. Together they put the equipment away and went into the darkroom to develop the pictures.
When they were done they hung the new pictures up to dry and went to bed. They got out the album and reviewed the pictures of the night they first met and some of their other adventures. Then relaxed and mellow from the long night and the champagne, they made gentle tender love and fell asleep. The next morning Sarah woke up feeling sensuous and aroused. It didn’t take her long to figure out why. Mac was making love to her with his mouth. He was completely under the covers. She lifted the sheet and watched the top of his head as he worked his magic with teeth, tongue and lips. In a very short time she lost all conscious thought as sheer sensation took over. She came in a full crescendo, screaming loudly with the force of the orgasm. He came out from under the sheet and kissed her.
“Good morning,” she said, kissing him passionately. “Thanks for the wake up.”
“After last night it was the least I could do,” he whispered against her mouth just before kissing her. “So what’s the most you could do?” She reached up and pulled him down to her.
“My dear, let me show you; actions speak louder than words.” And he did.
Chapter Twenty-two You Bet Your Assets
The Paddle Club’s First Annual Casino Nightwas promising to be a great success. Instead of going with the same old tired Las Vegas format, the club took advantage of the old-style decor in the clubhouse and chose to turn the rooms into an Old West Saloon and Dance hall. For the games, the members chose to concentrate on poker, blackjack and roulette.
Guest players bought their chips for money, and winnings were paid off in prizes. For members there were rewards and punishments, mostly consisting of various whippings and spankings. Because this event was open to the general public, only the actual prizes were handed out in public; any special awards, like spankings that members ‘won’ were saved for a private awards ceremony to be held after the general public went home.
The cash limit for buying chips was set at $100. There was a wide range of prizes donated by members and local businesses. They included everything from gag gifts and cheap knick-knacks for players who cashed in their chips with under $100, to much nicer gifts and prizes, such as gift certificates to local restaurants, cameras and stereos for the players who wound up with chips worth over $100. Mixed in with some of the brightly wrapped gag gifts were also some pretty nice prizes; mainly free dinners for two at some of the better local restaurants. The guest who turned out to be the top winner of the night would get one of the nicer gifts, plus he or she would also get a new flat screen color television and a multi-disc DVD player.
The club member who wound up as the top winner had something special coming too. Nobody except Mac knew exactly what it was. In fact, some of the members weren’t too sure if they really wanted to win it, and with good reason.
There was an old style ragtime piano, quite properly out of key, with Jerry at the keyboard. He wore a white shirt with a string tie and lacy garters on each arm. They also had dance hall girls with short, full skirts on their low cut, garish, satin dresses. They had long feather boas around their necks and bright lacy garters on their legs, holding up their fishnet stockings. The dance hall girls were Suzanne, Sherry and Toni.
Sarah was one of the dealers and she also circulated around the room carrying messages from one member to another. The other dealers included Mac and Clayton. Mario ran the roulette wheel. Edna and Annie were in a cash room acting as the cashiers. A smiling, cordial James helped Alan man the bar. They had several other members and a few off-duty police officers from the nearest town acting as security guards. The Casino Night turned out to be a huge success, as expected. The large turnout was due partly to the fact that most of the nonmember guests were curious about the club. They had all heard so many rumors and innuendoes for years that they were beside themselves with curiosity. Many of them had been in the building before; maybe when it was rented out for a private party such as a wedding reception or for another club’s dance.
Some of the high schools in the area had even held their senior proms in the hall. If the clubhouse happened to be available when they needed it the school got it rent free, except for a fairly high, but fully refundable security deposit. This was different. This was the first real club function open to the general public, and the general public, which was dying of curiosity, came en masse.
Among the guests, much to Alan’s delight was Sharon. She still hadn’t decided to give the club a try but she felt comfortable enough with the club members that she had met at Alan’s birthday party and the one party she had attended to give it a try. A special guest couple was also there, named Christie and Randy. They didn’t know why they had been especially invited or even who had invited them, but they had accepted the invitation. Suzanne and James studied them from across the room. Christie had the looks of a high school cheerleader; she had shoulder length blond hair, green eyes and she seemed to be bursting with energy. Watching her, Suzanne half expected her to do a back flip without warning. Her boyfriend Randy also had green eyes. The main thing that Suzanne noticed about Randy was the devilish mischief in his eyes. This one is a practical joker, Suzanne thought; he’d keep a girl on her toes. Christie and Randy, Suzanne had learned, used a paddle to settle their baseball and football bets. She also knew that Christie had a deep, abiding hatred for baseball, while Randy was a baseball fanatic. James found an opportunity to speak to the couple quietly when they walked up to the bar for a drink.
“I heard you were especially invited to this event.” He smiled warmly. “One of the members must have some reason to think you two might be interested in finding out more about joining the club. If you have any questions, feel free to ask.”
“How would anyone know… ?” Christie’s voice trailed off as she realized a friend of hers did know. The gossip.
“Hey! Don’t be embarrassed, nobody’s judging you.” James winked. “You’re among friends.”
“Let me make something clear right now,” Randy said. “I don’t know what you’ve heard but we’re not into real S & M, just friendly little spanking games.”
“Also, we’re not interested in having sex with other people,” Christie added. “We’re completely monogamous.” “You just described our club.” Suzanne had walked over. “We’re into spanking and sometimes we just skirt the edge of S & M. We have a dungeon in the basement but most of us never go down there. When we do, it’s mostly for pretend, but sometimes a couple may really want to use the stuff down there. It may be less pretend for them. Also, sometimes pretend really does sting. We also don’t exchange lovers. However we do exchange partners for spankings, if everyone involved agrees. And of course, no one is ever forced into anything.”
“Have fun tonight and think about it. If you have any questions, feel free to ask anyone working here.” James backed off, sensing that the couple wouldn’t respond to pushing. “Except for the security officers, they’re not club members, just off-duty city cops.”
“And please,” Suzanne told them, “don’t discuss the club with other non-members.”
Christie and Randy walked off to join the other guests. Although most of the guests at the casino were only interested in having fun, there were a few exceptions. The members were kept busy keeping the public from getting into arguments, drinking too much or damaging club property. The cashiers and barmaids had it fairly rough. Some of the men, fueled by the rumors, made crude passes at the three bar girls. The women handled these with gentle, good humor and a firm hand. Only one man became so drunk that he was a real problem. An off-duty police officer, one of the men
who had been hired for security, had to call for a squad car and have him arrested. That man was the only real problem of the night; there were no other arrests.
There was not much fooling around for the members while the guests were there. They didn’t want to encourage any more rumors or even have anyone guess the truth. Still, many of the club members found moments to duck into one of the bedrooms off the kitchen for quick kisses and some hot and hasty foreplay. The distinctive sound of a hand smacking flesh was heard occasionally, sometimes followed by a gasp, but no one seemed to notice.
When the chips for the guests were cashed in, a sweet looking woman of about fifty was declared the big winner. She told James, who was acting as the master of ceremonies, that her name was Grace. She was small, fun and very feisty. She had salt and pepper hair and pale blue eyes.
“I’m really thrilled to win this television, mine is getting pretty old,” she said, smiling broadly, then adding, “but I don’t know anything about how to work a DVD.”
Henry, a club member in his mid-fifties who owned a small appliance store had donated the prize. He volunteered to hook it up and show her how to use it. Their eyes met for a long moment. She looked at him with his soft brown eyes, slight paunch and gray hair, and softly thanked him for his helpful offer.
“But only on the condition that I can fix you and your wife dinner, to thank you for all your trouble,” she added.
“It’s no trouble, I’ll enjoy doing it,” he smiled, “and I’d love to come to dinner but I’m single.”
“Not for long, Henry,” Suzanne whispered in his ear as she passed him. “It looks to me like your single days are numbered.”
She walked over to Sherry and Toni. “What do you want to bet that within six months we don’t see Henry again?” “Unless that sweet little lady is kinky.” Sherry refused the bet. “But I agree, his goose is cooked.”
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