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

by Kohler, Susan

  “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.

  Chapter Twenty-five The Slave’s Training Continues

  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.

  “But is it a terrible experience?” he asked gently. “Are you sorry I talked you into this?”

  “Yes. No. I’m not sure. I don’t know,” she stuttered her reply. “All I can say for sure is that I’m certainly not bored.”

  “You may not know for sure how you feel until months after this weekend is over,” her lover said softly. “But I’ll tell you one thing: you were disappointed when the male guest refused to spank you, and it showed.”

  “Did it?” she said quietly. “I was disappointed and I felt insulted. It was the strangest feeling. Very odd.” They fell silent as they heard a voice say, “Stop talking now.”

  They were both stiff when the butler, now in slacks and a polo shirt came to unlock their chains at six o’clock on Friday morning. He helped them up, and waited while they stretched and used the bathroom. Then he directed the male slave into the shower and ordered him to raise his hands up so he could be handcuffed to the wall.

  The female slave was ordered to use the hand held shower, harsh soap and a stiff scrub brush to wash him, including his hair. She was also instructed to be careful to try not to arouse him, but that proved impossible. She dried her lover off, using a blow dryer to dry his hair.

  Next she was chained to the wall with her arms stretched high above her head and harshly scrubbed. Her lover washed her hair. He dried her off and brushed and blow-dried her long hair. They were both given clean g-stings to wear.

  The butler took them to the kitchen where mouthwatering smells of bacon and coffee filled the air. The slaves were not given coffee or bacon and eggs; they were given bowls of oatmeal and glasses of milk.

  After breakfast, the two slaves were instructed to clean up the kitchen and then taken back downstairs to wait for their morning punishments.

  This morning the mistress used her hands to give the slaves a brisk, but not overly harsh spanking. When it was over, both of them had warm, rosy bottoms.

  The mistress had them dress in silky underwear that they pulled right over their g-strings. She also had pants for the male slave and a black dress for the female. She ordered the slave to put the starched maid’s apron over the dress. She assigned them both light housekeeping chores, mainly dusting and arranging flowers. Around midmorning, the Master found fault with the female slave. He claimed she wasn’t getting all the dust and that she was being lazy. He told her, “You’re a bad slave.”

  She quickly remembered the required lines. “Please beat me Master, and make me into a good slave.” “I will. Bend over the sofa,” he pointed and instructed.

  He stood behind her and raised her skirt up. Then he gently, very, very slowly lowered her silky underwear. He instructed the male slave to bring the small paddle from the basement.

  It seemed like it took him forever as she waited in suspense
for the punishment to begin. Finally her lover returned with the paddle. The Master used it with cold efficiency on her; not especially severely but without comment or buildup.

  When he stopped, she followed the protocol he had established and said, “Thank you for the beating you have given me, please beat me again.” Immediately, without hesitation or comment, he began again, this time just a little harder, just a little faster. This time when he was finished and she made the required request, he refused. The rest of the morning passed without incident. After serving lunch and then being fed bread and stew, they were put to work cleaning the kitchen and starting to get everything ready for dinner.

  Early in the afternoon while they were polishing silver, the Master called the male slave into the living room. He was ordered to lower his pants and kneel on the floor while the Master straddled him facing his butt and beat him with a long leather strap, the hard blows coming almost straight down on his backside. It was a long and severe beating, and the slave squirmed and moaned, showing just how much he appreciated and enjoyed the degrading punishment.

  Later the female slave was ordered to kneel on the sofa and stick her butt up, in position for a beating. The Master’s lady paddled her over her clothes, and kept telling her to move and moan more. “Really stick out that butt, and work it!” she said. “I’m putting a lot of effort into this. Show me you appreciate my effort.”

  The slaves were given a break and tied to their bed, before they dressed in their serving costumes and went upstairs to serve dinner. That night they were given their evening spanking by the butler; it was stinging but not overly harsh. Saturday morning they were again awakened and fed by the butler. He watched again as they washed each other. At the appointed time he gave them the morning spankings, this time with a paddle. The paddling was a little harder but still not very harsh. The male slave was given a clean g-string. The female was given a g-string, a corset and nylons. The corset left her nipples and buttocks bare. They were taken to the Master. He said, “I have something for you to wear.” He put a pair of nipple clamps on her; they were not very tight put they felt very strange. “If you take these off or even touch them, I will punish you very severely.”

  The sensation of the clamps on her tender nipples was incredible, almost but not quite painful. Being forced to wear them was strange. Being forbidden to touch them was an exquisite torment. It brought home to her more than anything else did so far that she was under this man’s control.

  The Master spoke. “Let’s go outside. You both need some exercise and… stimulation.” He handed both of them coats.

  They were taken out to the Master’s stables and ordered to clean the stalls. At one point both of them were bent over the hay and soundly spanked just for fun. The Master used his hand on the little slave and a leather riding crop on her lover.

  Then the Master took them both into his small circular arena with a thirty-foot diameter. It was completely enclosed since working horses could be distracted during early stages of their training.

  The female slave went first, running around the circle beside her Master, while her lover knelt in the center. Her Master paddled her butt as she ran, with her hands locked behind her neck. Next it was her lover’s turn to run. The Master used a long whip to drive him on, leaving his butt and flanks covered with long thin welts.

  Back inside the house, they were both chained to the bed for a rest before lunch, with the nipple clamps still on. A pair of clamps was also placed on her lover, and the Master told her that his were tighter and more severe. She ached to touch her breasts; the clamps made her very sensitive, but she was chained so that she had no use of her hands.

  She had to keep the clamps on until they were unchained to serve lunch and clean the kitchen. Then the Master gave them each a sound spanking across his knee just for the fun of it. They spent the remainder of the afternoon serving the mistress. First the female slave served as her footstool while her lover acted as a snack tray, on his hands and knees holding the mistress’ food and drinks on his back. Unfortunately for him, he spilled a drink. He was punished severely with the heavy paddle.

  That night it was the cook who gave them the evening spanking, quickly, impersonally and only moderately painful.

  Sunday morning, the last morning, after the butler fed and watched them bathe, the Master gave them the morning punishment himself. He used his hands. There was once again a warm up but it built quickly. He spanked her harshly. Very harshly. He left no doubt that someone could be punished severely without the use of a paddle or a whip of any kind. The spankings both lasted a long, long time and left both slaves with bottoms that were very red, very hot and very stinging.

  They were put to work cleaning the house from top to bottom, and before noon each of them had been paddled smartly for some small misbehavior. Each time when the slave made the required request for a second beating it was granted with a vengeance.

  They were once more exercised in the small pen, then allowed to rest until it was time to serve their Master’s dinner. This time they were not fed. They were groomed again, and again they both had the nipple clamps on. They were tied with their hands over their heads. They waited like that, stiff and hungry, in a house filled with the aroma of good food. They had been fed plenty, but they had not been given anything to eat but bread, stew, oatmeal and milk since Thursday at noon.

  At seven o’clock the mistress came and got them and to their surprise, gave them a special meal: succulent steaks, salads, cheesy garlic bread, baked potatoes and fine wine. She told them their final punishment would be at eleven, so that they would be free by midnight. This would be the harshest punishment yet, she warned. They savored the fine meal. Later they assisted the Master and mistress with their baths and then went down to the basement to get ready for the final beating.

  The butler came down and gave them both a fairly hard spanking, then the cook used the paddle with moderate severity on the slaves. Finally, the Master and mistress came down. “Before the Master and I give you your final punishments, we have decided that you should each take a turn punishing each other,” the mistress said. “Alan, you will punish Sharon first. You may place her in any position you wish and use your hand or a paddle; it’s up to you.”

  Alan moved to sit on the wooden chair. He directed Sharon to face him and straddle his legs, resting her thighs on his, and laying her head on his shoulder next to his neck. He held her gently and lovingly with one arm around her waist, while his free hand stroked her soft butt. Then the spanking began. It was long and loud; every so often he changed hands and spanked the other side of her ass. Finally, he put her into the traditional position and with a series of hard blows, he was finished. Now it was her turn.

  Sharon was a novice at the spanking game. She had never given anyone any kind of spanking. However she certainly rose to the occasion. Looking around the room at the various implements of torment, she chose a heavy leather paddle. She positioned Alan on his hands and knees on the floor and sat on him, straddling him and facing his white ass. Without fanfare, she paddled him slowly and thoroughly, covering his entire buttocks and working on his flanks and thighs. She knew that when she finished it was time for her to face her final punishment from the Master and mistress. It took her a long time to finish.

  The mistress commenced. First, she started by dealing with the female slave, spanking her very severely with a wooden paddle, and for a very long time. Then she turned her attention to the male slave, spanking him with the same paddle as hard as she could.

  Next, while the female slave watched, the Master paddled the male slave very hard and for a very long time, finishing with about a dozen slashing cuts with a heavy leather strap. The female slave knew the Master was saving her punishment for last for a reason – it would be monumental! She was stripped completely naked except for the nipple clamps. She was tied tightly and blindfolded. The Master used the wooden paddle as he paddled her harder than anything she had ever felt before, starting slowly a
nd building up speed. Harder and faster still.

  Finally he stopped and said two words. “Leather strap?” It was a question.

  To her own shock, she nodded. Her Master whipped her severely with the leather strap. He gave her about a dozen slashing cracks of the leather. For the first time, she had a few welts and bruises. It was over. Her blindfold was removed. The Master, mistress, the cook and the butler went upstairs.

  At the landing the Master turned and said, “I hope you both enjoyed your weekend. We all worked very hard to make it eventful and exciting for you. You may leave whenever you wish, or you may both stay here for a while and use the bed. Whatever. Your street clothes are in the closet there, and your car is in the driveway. Good-bye.”

  Sharon was shocked to realize that she had still not seen their faces.

  Chapter Twenty-six Spanked On The High Seas

  Since the club was so couples oriented it was extremely rare for an odd number of people to be initiated to the club, but shortly after the Slave Auction that’s exactly what happened. There were three prospective new members. Sharon was still hesitant but she decided to join, at least to give the club a try for Alan’s sake. After all, she’d survived the slave weekend, hadn’t she? Although she wasn’t ready to say if she really liked it or not, she had daydreamed about it several times. The other new couple was Christie and Randy, the cook and butler from Sharon’s weekend as a slave. Unbeknownst to Sharon, it would be her former Master, Mac, serving as the evening’s host. Sharon was really surprised to see Randy and Christie again, and more than a little embarrassed. She saw them from across the room and waited for them to come towards her. “Hi.” She blushed. “It’s ah, nice to see you again.”