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

by Kohler, Susan

  “Ho! Ho! Ho!” Jerry said merrily. “Come up and sit on my lap little girl.”

  When Suzanne sat herself on his lap Jerry said, “Have you been a good little girl?”

  “Well . . .” Suzanne looked at him with innocence in her big blue eyes, “I try to be good, Santa, sort of.” “What do you mean, sort of?” Jerry asked her sternly, “Are you a bad girl sometimes?”

  “Well, sometimes, maybe,” Suzanne said softly, with an air of meekness, “I might do something bad once in a while.”

  “Have you at least been punished for all the wrong things you’ve done?” Santa Jerry asked. “Or has James been neglecting you?” Suzanne replied ingenuously, “Well, I don’t always tell James when I’ve been bad.” She leaned forward and whispered in Jerry’s ear, “And sometimes, he even makes me do bad things, Santa, I can’t lie to you.” “Well, I guess I can bring you a little gift, just for being so honest. What do you want, girl?” he asked her. “I want a hot, red bottom, Santa, please,” she replied, smiling.

  “Santa can do that, little girl. I’ll give you your present right now if you lay face down across my lap.” His green eyes twinkled.

  Suzanne got into the required position, draped across his lap with her long, black hair brushing the floor. She felt him raise her full, red skirt up onto her back, and gently lower the silky red underwear down her legs. Jerry rubbed her buttocks gently, then he began to spank her with firm, loud, cracking slaps.

  He took his time warming her up. He turned one side of her butt red and hot, and then changed his attention to the other side. When he had spanked both cheeks until they were red and hot, without causing any real pain, he started over.

  This time, he spanked her harder, again first on one side and then on the other. The spanking went on for a long time, gradually getting harsher and harsher. Suzanne squirmed and gasped occasionally but she kept silent for over seventy blows, until her butt was red and on fire. Finally, she said, “Thank you, Santa, that’s enough.”

  Jerry pulled her underwear the rest of the way off and lowered her skirt. He handed her the lacy panties and kissed her on the cheek. When he looked up, there was a line of people waiting their turn on Santa’s lap.

  One of the club members came over to talk to Suzanne. His name was Alan, a tall lanky blond man with an amiable manner. “Hey Alan, what’s new?” Suzanne kissed him on the cheek. “I’ve met a terrific girl,” Alan said blushing. “We’ve been dating for about a month now. She’s sweet, and smart and very beautiful.” “Are you going to bring her here so we can meet her?” Suzanne asked, with a grin. “I want to tell her all your dirty little secrets.”

  “I’ve wanted to but she’s been reluctant, or maybe afraid to come,” Alan told her. “She just keeps saying that maybe she’ll come someday but not now.”

  “Maybe she’s just not into spankings, not everyone is you know,” Suzanne said calmly. “I realize that. I don’t expect her to take part in anything; I told her that, but she could still come and meet some of the members,” Alan said softly. “After all, you guys are all my best friends.”

  “Then have a party outside of the club and invite some of us. We’ll get to meet her on safe, neutral ground.” She gave him a devilish grin. “We may even be on our good behavior.”

  “I’ll set it up.” He hugged her and walked away. “My birthday is coming up soon. Thanks Suzanne, you’re a genius.”

  “Remind me to give you a birthday spanking,” Suzanne said as she walked away, “a really good one.” “As if you would ever forget,” Alan laughed.

  Suzanne went to find James. A middle-aged woman had just spanked him, and as usual, the smart spanking had made him horny. He handed Suzanne a glass of Cold Duck, and slapped her on the butt. “Having fun?” he asked, grinning at her.

  She sipped the Cold Duck and grinned back at him, “I sure am. How about you?”

  “Well, if I was getting a few more kisses, it’d be even better.” He leaned over to kiss her. The kiss was both tender and passionate. “Why is it, all I really want to do right now is take you home to bed?”

  “Are you tired already?” she asked, with her blue eyes full of mischief. “You must be getting old.”

  “If we were near a bed right now, I’d show you how old I’m not getting.” He leaned closer to her and whispered in her ear, “I’d make love to you until neither of us could walk.”

  “Why go home?” Suzanne squeezed his hand. “When there’s several bedrooms right here. Maybe we can find an empty one.”

  “Good idea, let’s go get naked.” He led her into one of the empty bedrooms and locked the door.

  They made love passionately and tenderly, reaching a shattering orgasm together. While they were basking in the afterglow, he gently, almost too gently, spanked her slightly pink buttocks. He finally gave her one hard slap on each cheek and asked her to spank him.

  She gave him a sound spanking, in spite of the fact that she kept getting distracted by the urge to kiss and nip his smooth, taut buns. She kept it up until he rolled her over onto her back and took her into his arms, sliding into her once more with a smooth hard thrust. They made love again, fast and hard. This time, as they lay side by side catching their breaths, he cuddled her gently and kissed her forehead and her silky, long hair.

  “Suzanne, I love you very much. I can’t picture my life without you,” he said, kissing her gently. “Will you marry me? I need you beside me, always.”

  “I love you too, and I want to spend my life with you,” she replied, tears forming in her eyes. “But I have a few questions to ask before I give you an answer.”

  “Okay, fire away, what are they?” He sat up in the bed, still holding her tightly.

  “First, just to be sure, what kind of marriage do you want? Conventional? Open? Do you know what I mean?” She was afraid that she hadn’t phrased it very well.

  “I only want to have sex with you. I mean, I want a monogamous marriage, I’m pretty traditional in that way. But I do want to keep active in the club. Does that make any sense?” he replied.

  “Perfect sense. We can spank or be spanked by others but we save our lovemaking for ourselves. It works for me.” She hesitated, and asked him shyly, “My next question is, how do you feel about kids?” “I want kids, lots of kids, the sooner the better. I love kids,” he paused, then continued seriously, “but we have to keep this side of our relationship away from them. Let them find their own sexual nature, when they’re old enough.” “Would about seven and a half months be too soon for the first kid?” she asked shyly.

  For once, James’ usual intelligence failed him as he questioned before he thought, “But doesn’t it usually take nine months?” Suzanne laughed so hard that she almost fell off the bed. James finally realized what he had said, and what Suzanne’s question had meant and started to laugh too. He was a wreck, hugging and kissing her, and laughing until his sides hurt and tears ran down his face. Finally he got control of himself. “Does this mean yes?”

  “Yes!” Suzanne kissed him again, and they just laid there, side by side. “It’s a good thing you popped the question tonight. I’m really glad you proposed before I told you about the baby. It makes it seem even more special.”

  “So am I, my love.” He kissed her hair. “Now you’ll always know that I’m not marrying you just because of the baby, the little one’s a bonus.” He leaned down and kissed her still flat belly.

  They held each other and talked for a long time, planning their future. The club outside was forgotten as they enjoyed the feelings that come from making a life changing decision like the one to get married.

  Meanwhile, out in the main room, the spanking play continued. Sherry followed Suzanne’s example and got a spanking from Santa Jerry. Her lover, Clayton, used a wooden paddle on several women with real severity before he got a whipping from a large, middle-aged woman. Sherry watched as he bent over a rail and the middle-aged woman used a riding crop to give him a long slashing and painful beating. Wh
en he had all he could handle, he raised himself up. He pulled up his charcoal gray slacks and traded places with the woman. Using the same crop, he gave the woman a tremendous cutting whipping across her fleshy buttocks. He had just finished when he turned and saw James and Suzanne emerging from the private bedroom. “What’s up you guys? You look suspiciously happy,” he asked, noticing their broad smiles.

  “Let’s go over to the bar, we have some exciting news we’d like to share with you,” James said. They wandered over to a table near the bar, and James got them all some champagne. “Okay, what’s up?” the ever-curious Sherry asked. “What’s this exciting news?”

  “We just decided to get married,” Suzanne answered, her face glowing with joy. “Great! Congratulations to both of you!” Sherry hugged James, and then Suzanne.

  There were hugs and kissed all around. Clay gave Suzanne a friendly, warm hug and kissed her cheek. He topped it off with a friendly but smart slap on the ass. “Careful!” James yelled, almost in a panic. “She’s pregnant.” “As if I haven’t been getting spanked all night long,” Suzanne laughed.

  “But that was before I knew about the baby,” James was chagrined. Sherry and Clayton were still laughing as the other couple walked away.

  Suzanne and James returned to the main part of the party, not really participating in any more spanking games, but visiting with friends and sipping their champagne. They found Jerry and told him their latest news. “Hey, that’s not fair!” Jerry hugged her. “I saw you first.” “Yeah, but you already have a beautiful wife,” James reminded him, “and a long happy marriage.”

  “Jerry, we want to go home, in fact we have a cab waiting outside. Will you tell Edna for us? And give her our love?” Suzanne asked him.

  “I sure will, Lass. Congratulations.” The older man kissed her cheek. “Goodnight,” Suzanne said as they left.

  Jerry remembered back to when he and his wife Edna were expecting their first child. They had seven children now, and four grandkids. Jerry went over to her. She was sitting in a corner talking to one of the other women in the club. Edna was an attractive lady, plump and gray-haired, with a wise, sweet face, and gentle brown eyes. She had on a plain cranberry knit dress that managed to show off her still beautiful figure. To look at her, a stranger would never believe that she had been spanked fairly harshly by at least three different men at the party, or that she had used a whip with a great deal of vigor on a young stud of about twenty-three. She looked up and saw the grin on her husband’s face.

  “Let’s go home, dear.” He smiled at her with love in his eyes. “I want to be alone with you.” “It’s about time, Mr. Claus; I have a list of things I want from Santa.” She kissed him. “It’s a very long list.” She took his arm and they walked to the door.

  “Santa will try to give you everything you want,” he said, sliding his hand down to pat her affectionately on her ass as they were walking to their car. “And he’s got a surprise to tell you about when we get home.”

  “You mean the surprise about Suzanne and James deciding to get married?” she said. “Even from across the room, I could tell what all that hugging and kissing was about.” Jerry opened the car door. “Spoilsport.”

  “Does she already know that she’s pregnant? Or didn’t she say?” Edna asked.

  “She knows,” Jerry said, kissing her before helping her into the car. “How did you know?”

  “Jerry, the girl’s got that glow. I guessed it two weeks ago.” She watched him walk around and get into the car. “There’s only one thing I’ve never figured out.” “What’s that, my love?” Jerry asked.

  She nudged him gently, “I’ve never figured out if that special glow came from the sheer joy of being pregnant, or if it was from just morning sickness. Has she told James?”

  Jerry laughed as he started the car and drove away. “Sure she did, right after she accepted his proposal. But enough about them, tonight I have big plans for you and me.”

  “Your wish is my command, Santa,” Edna teased her husband with a quick wink, “once in a while.”

  For an older couple, they sure had a busy night when they got home. Jerry was so impatient that he undressed his wife and made love to her right there on the living room carpet still wearing the top part of his Santa suit, before they went upstairs. Many of the club members would be shocked, and even somehow encouraged, to learn that a couple of Jerry and Edna’s age made love more than once that night and in more ways than one. They should have known; how did they think Jerry and Edna had those seven kids?

  Chapter Seven The Amazing Maze

  Just after the first of the year, the special event Sherry had been so curious about finally arrived. The event was called The First Annual Amazing Maze, an entirely new kind of event put on by the members of the Paddle Club, and open to outsiders strictly by invitation only. The invitations were issued with a great deal of caution.

  The event featured a maze set up like the ones in a fun house at a carnival, with some mirrored walls and some seemingly solid walls, except that these mirrored walls would actually move around and trap the couples until they performed required acts on each other.

  Once a couple paid the admission fee and entered the maze, there was no way out. No one could escape without sampling all the tender delights of the maze, “tender” being the operative word. Each couple was forewarned, to disobey the voice they heard was to court true disaster, i.e., being stuck in the maze with no way out, and no food or bathroom in sight. The standing policy in the Paddle Club was that spankings, paddlings and whippings could be done in public while all other sexual acts were kept private, behind closed doors. Sometimes that policy was set aside for events like this one. Some of the things they would be told to do were sexual in nature, very sexual, but they would only be asked to do them with their own partner.

  Sherry and Clayton entered the maze and followed the path around to the left. They heard something slide softly. Turning around, they realized that they were already trapped in a small enclosure made up of mirrored walls. Seemingly from nowhere, a woman’s voice came to them.

  She said, “Okay now, both of you take off all your clothes. Leave the clothes here, neatly folded please, and go through the opening. Remember, in this maze there are several places where a wrong turn can mean repeating part of the maze. That can mean a little extra pleasure or extra pain, or even a little of both.”

  As soon as they both had their clothes off a small opening appeared in one section of the wall. They had been instructed to go through it so they did; so far so good. Shortly they were trapped in another small area. The same female voice said, “Give the lady one good, hard swat on each side of her butt. Then continue down the path.”

  It didn’t seem like any big deal but when Clayton did it, the sharp swats on her rounded ass sounded like a gunshot in the small space, although they didn’t really hurt very much. CRACK! CRACK! Immediately an opening appeared in one wall.

  The couple followed the only path open to them. As soon as they rounded a corner, they saw a bed and heard a slight sound coming from behind them. It was the wall being moved. They were once again in a small room with no way out. There was a velvet box sitting in the middle of the bed.

  Again they heard the voice, “The gentleman will lie on the bed. The lady will use the vibrator on him until she is told to stop.”

  Clayton lay down on the bed. Sherry paused for a moment to admire his muscular, well-built frame, and then she turned on the vibrator and began to use it on him. At first she avoided any contact with his genitals, using the vibrator to trail slowly down his chest. Finally, she used it carefully and gently on his balls and his large well-formed cock. His erection was full and hard. All too soon for Clayton, when he was in the grips of a tender torment, the voice told her to stop.

  “I’m sorry but you’ll have to move along now, there are other people waiting,” the female voice said, not sounding sorry at all. “Please move along.”

  Sherry and Clayton
traveled a little farther along the path of the maze. They found another bed. This time Sherry was instructed to lie on it and Clayton was ordered to use his mouth on her pussy. Climbing onto the bed, he knelt between her legs. He slid his arms under her legs, lifting them onto his broad shoulders and reached for her full breasts with his hands. He flicked the nipples with his fingers and rolled them between his thumb and forefinger. Slowly, he lowered his mouth to the soft, red-gold tangle of curls and made his way down. He began to eat her hot pussy with deep, firm thrusts of his soft, wet tongue. The wall opened too soon again. This time leaving Sherry writhing in the throes of unfulfilled, aching arousal. Following orders could be frustrating as hell, she decided.

  “I really liked that room!” Sherry protested, her amber eyes wide with excitement. “I wanted to stay at least a little while longer.”

  “Sorry my dear, but you only have a short time at every stop. Who knew the Maze would be so popular?” Again the voice had an edge of laughter that made her sympathy sound more than a little phony. “We should have planned better.” “Oh, oh! This looks like another trap to me!” Sherry exclaimed. There was a wooden chair sitting in the middle of the mirror lined path. From somewhere off in the distance they heard a smacking sound and a long scream.

  The disembodied voice commanded, “Madam, be seated and have the gentleman lie across your knees. You both know all too well the position I mean. Give him a good hard, and I do mean hard, spanking! Right on his very tight, very well defined butt! Remember, I want your hand to hurt as much as his ass!”