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

by Kohler, Susan

  She laid herself very gingerly over the man’s legs. She was shaking so hard that he had trouble trying not to drop her on the floor. He gave her a long, slow spanking on her lacy pink underwear, starting just hard enough to sting a little without causing any real pain.

  As soon as she realized that it wasn’t going to hurt too much she began to relax, and almost started to enjoy it. Sensing that, the man built up the force of the spanking so that gradually it did begin to hurt. Finally, he lowered her panties and spanked her harder still. It began to hurt quite a bit. Toni realized that she still it enjoyed in some weird way. She enjoyed it a lot! The spanking seemed to go on forever. When he was done, he pointed out the opening in the curtain and said, “Get out of my sight! Now! I hope that I don’t have any cause to do this to you again anytime soon, you bad girl!”

  She pulled up her underwear and her tight jeans, and fastened them which made her throbbing, red ass sting even more. She walked slowly through the curtains.

  The next area was a barren, empty room. In it was a man with a slender but athletic build, and short, curly blond hair. He was strapped down to a wooden whipping bench. There was a tall, wooden bucket on the floor beside him filled with canes of various lengths and thicknesses.

  He turned his head, met Toni’s gaze with his soft, blue eyes and said frankly, “Pick out a cane and give me a sound thrashing with it. I mean it, really lay it on hard.” “I can’t!” Toni was shocked! “I can’t use that on you.” “Why not?” he was openly curious.

  “It’s too brutal,” she shuttered, and then she had a thought. “My God! Won’t you be seriously hurt if you’re here for the whole day?” He laughed openly. “We trade off so that nobody gets whipped too much. I won’t be here all day. In fact, I’m just filling in right now while the first few people go through because the guy who is supposed to be here is running late. He’s having car trouble, can you believe it? You’ll probably be the only one who actually gets to cane me. So go on, you might as well enjoy it because I certainly will!” He smiled warmly, revealing a dimple in his left cheek. “Please remember that I’m here as a willing volunteer.”

  She wanted to do it, she realized with a sense of shock. She was a little horrified by the sudden bloodthirsty streak she felt, but wanted to whip the man, severely. Part of her frenzy was caused by the pain of her still throbbing buttocks encased in the tight jeans, and part of it was that the man frankly said he would really enjoy it. Something hidden deep inside her mind said that if he would enjoy it, and if she would enjoy it, she should go for it. So she did.

  She raised up the cane and gave him a slashing cut on his bare buttocks. She shocked both herself and the man with the severity of it, but she kept caning him harshly, never stopping. The cane whistled as it swished through the air. Each cut caused the man to suck in his breath audibly, but he made no other outcry. Finally, he said, “Enough!”

  Toni didn’t stop right away, she kept caning him just a little bit longer, only about half a dozen extra cuts, but they were very harsh, sharp cuts. Those last cuts drew some blood. The man gave her a wounded look as he silently pointed the way through the curtains and into the next room.

  Toni felt guilty as she put the cane down and walked towards the curtains. As new to this as she was, she knew she should have stopped when he’d asked her to. She also knew that she should never have drawn blood. Just before she left the room, she turned and said softly, “I’m sorry.”

  At the last second, before the curtains closed behind her, she heard him whisper softly, “It’s okay but just remember payback can be hell.”

  Chapter Fifteen Even More Fair Fun

  Toni found herself in another small room, this time filled with gymnastic equipment. There were some young women in their twenties and thirties sitting around in a circle on the floor. They were all dressed in leotards and workout clothes of various colors. Most of them had their hair, when it was long enough, pulled back in pigtails or in a ponytail.

  In the center of the circle was the kind of padded horse that gymnasts use for the vault. One slender young woman was draped over it, her leotard and underwear pulled down around her knees. She was getting a sound spanking with a gym shoe from a man dressed in gray sweats. He was about forty, a little overweight, with salt and pepper hair, a tan face and brown eyes. He had a big whistle around his neck and one shoe off. It was the shoe he was using on the woman’s bare butt.

  Toni sat gingerly on the floor and wondered briefly if the coach would spank her too, but she wasn’t that lucky. This time she was just another spectator. Since she had now whipped someone and been spanked, she noticed that it felt different to be a spectator. Different from the way it had felt earlier when she watched the spanking without having ever experienced it. Before, she had been fascinated and horrified, now she was excited and secretly aroused. There was a touch of fear creeping down her spine, a rush of adrenaline in her blood, but the hint of fear only added to her arousal. She exited when she was directed to, and went into the next room.

  This time it was a prison scene with three female guards. They were all in their mid-forties, and were wearing tan uniforms and black leather boots, with wide black belts. One of the women, a large, gray-haired lady was holding a long, thick, wooden paddle. A high, crude, wooden table was in the center of the room. As soon as Toni entered the room the other two guards grabbed her and held her. The woman holding the paddle set it on the table and unzipped Toni’s jeans, pulling them down to her knees harshly. This time her underwear was roughly pulled down too. Toni was instantly shocked and embarrassed to have her bare bottom exposed to these women. There was not one word spoken aloud in the room.

  Toni watched in terror as the woman picked up the paddle and nodded to the other two guards. It was a signal; Toni was quickly pulled to the table and bent over it. Toni struggled but the two guards held her from the front, one pulling on each arm, while the third woman paddled her on her bare butt. The paddling was severe and given with no mercy. It was a series of loud, cracking blows that really stung. Toni tried to take the beating silently, but suddenly she gave a little gasp. A few heavy blows later she yelled, “ARGH!”

  The woman instantly stopped paddling her, but when Toni made no further outcry or protest, she began the harsh punishment all over again.

  After about six more heavy swats from the paddle, Toni couldn’t take it anymore; she gave a yell, “Stop! Please stop!”

  The women instantly released her. She pulled her underwear and pants up, then slowly and stiffly walked out of the room. At the exit, she looked back at the three grim and still silent women. She rubbed her red, throbbing bottom with one hand, grinned softly and said, “Thanks, I think.”

  She wound up in a sort of barn. A heavy man was bending over bare assed in front of her. He wore a red plaid, flannel shirt and had blue denim overalls down around his ankles. He had his hands braced on a bale of hay and didn’t say a word. In a bucket beside him were some short, thick riding crops.

  Toni picked out a crop without any hesitation and began to whip his butt with slow, hard blows. She hit him repeatedly, each blow turning the skin of his ass white for just an instant, then almost immediately bringing out a bright red color. The man was silent throughout the whole whipping.

  After about fifteen blows he quietly straightened up and said, “Enough.”

  This time Toni stopped as soon as she was told to. She gave his glowing ass an affectionate pat as she went through the curtain.

  The next room was a living room. There was a tan, deep pile rug, a beige colonial style sofa, and several comfortable matching armchairs. Several women were in the room; they were all young, and except for three of them were dressed in nice, bright colored dresses. The three other women were dressed only in their bras and underwear. One of them, a pretty young black woman, handed Toni a paddle. She then bent over in front of Toni, with her hands on her knees.

  She said, “For the honor of this sorority, please administer the punishm
ent to this lowly pledge.” Toni gave the woman a single, hard swat with the paddle.

  Immediately the pledge answered, “Thank you, Ma’am. May I have another?”

  She gave her another swat, and another, and another until she had given her about fifteen, very hard. Toni was directed out of the room.

  The next scene was set to look like it was outdoors, in a small clearing. There were five people standing there dressed as pilgrims, three men and two women, all in their thirties. The men had on pilgrim suits, complete with the black hats. The women had on long gray dresses with high starched white collars and crisp white cuffs; they also wore plain white bonnets. The sixth person in the room was a man. He was wearing a white shirt with no coat. He was fastened in a pillory, his head and hands held in wooden stocks, his pants were down around his ankles and his buttocks were bare. As soon as Toni entered the room, one of the women pointed at her and said, “That’s the one! She’s to blame! She is a daughter of Satan, just look at the sinful way she’s dressed!”

  Toni was grabbed by two of the men and put into the stocks next to the man, but her head was put through from the other side so that she was facing his body. She felt her jeans being unzipped and harshly pulled down, followed by her underwear. She could see the five people move into a line behind him, and one of the men started to whip the man with a long carriage whip.

  From her position she couldn’t see the blows landing on the man’s buttocks, but could see and hear the whip slashing through the air. She could also hear the moans of the man every time the whip landed on his butt. It was an eerie sensation for Toni because somehow she knew that she would be next. She was also scared because she was immobilized. When the first man stopped whipping the male prisoner after about a dozen slashing strokes, he handed the whip to one of the pilgrims standing behind him. This pilgrim only gave the man a single harsh stroke then handed the whip to the next person. It went around the group, each giving the man a single stroke until the final woman gave the man two hard slashing cuts with the whip. The man was left in the stocks, and the pilgrims walked around the room until they were all standing behind Toni. She began to shake but didn’t say a word.

  The first man took back the long whip and turned his efforts to whipping Toni. He pulled back the whip and slashed it onto her butt with a sideways flick of his wrist. It caused her to feel quite a lot of stinging pain. He gave her just enough time for the stinging to ease a tiny bit, and then hit her again. He gave her six slashing cuts of the whip. Then, as he had with the man before, handed the whip off to the next person in the group, and each of the other four people gave her a single slash of the whip. The last woman paused after giving her the slash and then, after a pause that lasted only seconds but seemed like hours, gave her one last hard slash with the whip cutting severely across both cheeks of her ass. Toni was released from the stocks and pointed towards the exit.

  The next room seemed to be some sort of old church or monastery. There were rows of pews and a railing in front. Although there was a raised area in the front, there was no Altar and there were no religious symbols. A woman was on her knees, with her back to Toni, in front of a man dressed as a monk. The back of the woman’s long, old-fashioned gown had been ripped open to the waist, with the sides pulled away, leaving her back bare. Her hair was pinned up. She was pleading with the monk. Although Toni couldn’t see the woman’s face, she just knew there were tears streaming down her face.

  The monk was not moved by the woman’s pleas for mercy. He made her bend over the rail, and then tied her hands and feet to it. She began to make a loud outcry, sobbing. The monk ignored her screams and protests and began to whip her with a cat ’o nine tails. It seemed to be a long and truly painful whipping. Each blow was a separate and painful torture. The blood began to run freely down the woman’s back and ass staining her torn dress.

  When the whipping stopped, the monk held out the cat before the woman’s tearstained face. She turned her head to kiss the bloody lashes of the whip. Toni gasped out loud when she realized it was Suzanne!

  Suzanne said in a shaky voice, “Thank you, Holy Father, for taking your time to whip the sins from me.” She gave Toni a wink and pointed her to the curtain.

  It was a long hallway this time, ending with a door that said HEADMASTER on it in gold letters. The door opened and a man stuck his head out and said, quite pleasantly, “Come along now, Miss. It’s time for your whipping. It’ll be all the harsher if you delay.”

  He looked at Toni sternly. She gasped as she recognized him. There he was, the man she had birched so hard. The man she had kept birching even after he had called for her to stop. No way was she going in there! She wasn’t stupid enough to put herself in a position for this man to get his revenge.

  He put on a friendly smile as he said, “OH! It’s you, Miss. I was hoping to see you again. Don’t worry, it’s just play-acting, a show. Come on.”

  He got back in character. “Now, Miss! It’s time for me to set your ass on fire. Maybe a taste of the cane will curb your foolish nature!”

  He moved quickly and grabbed her arm. He pulled her inside, ordering her to undress from the waist down. Almost against her will, she obeyed, scared and hypnotized. He told her to bend over a padded whipping bench and strapped her down. Although she had been in the pillory, it was the first time she had ever been completely strapped down. She felt totally helpless and immobilized. She also felt very frightened.

  “I’ve been waiting for you, Miss. Normally I use a light cane, but for a really bad girl like you I think the heavy, more severe cane is required.” He paused and said with soft menace, “You have a real love of the cane, as I remember it.”

  That last part of the sentence was personal, not from the script and Toni instantly knew it. This would hurt. Really hurt. He swished the rod in the air a few times; it made a loud, whistling sound that caused her skin to crawl. WHOOSH. WHOOSH. He brought the rod down in a hard swish on her buttocks and the pain was intense. He whipped her again and again. He disregarded her outcries and calls to stop! The whipping he gave her hurt more than anything she had ever felt. What she didn’t know was that for a birching, it really wasn’t especially extreme. When he stopped, she had welts all over her butt. He hadn’t drawn any blood however, as he was too skilled in the use of a birch rod.

  “I guess you’ve learned your lesson now. From now on, if you stop when I say to, I’ll stop when you say to. Never, ever, go past the point of my refusal again!” He gave her a gentle smile. “Even though I secretly liked it.”

  “I didn’t mean to go so far, I got carried away. I’m truly sorry. I felt miserable as soon as I had done it,” she apologized, sincerely, and then realized just what he had said. “You say that you liked it?” she was curious. “Sure, it was great!” he reassured her. “How about you?” he asked as he unfastened her straps. “It hurt!” she protested. “But did you like it?” he persisted.

  “Yes, I guess I did,” she admitted doubtfully, “and as an added bonus, I don’t feel guilty about the extra whipping I gave you anymore! Are we all square now?”

  “Sure.” He held out his hand and they shook, sealing their new friendship. She smiled at him, then asked, “Have I got welts?” “You sure do, real pretty ones.” He flashed her another smile. “They’re some of my best work.”

  “How in hell will I explain them to Mario?” she wondered aloud. “Who’s Mario? And who cares? What can he do? Beat you?” He grinned. “Not as good as I just did.”

  She dressed and went through the curtains. She was almost surprised when she wound up out in the sunlight again. As they had arranged before she’d entered the booths, she met up with Suzanne. Suzanne had replaced her costume with a loose fitting shirt. She told Toni, “I’m taking a break to drive you home. How was it?”

  “Suzanne, I can’t thank you enough. Not only did I love it but I also don’t feel alone, like I’m the only crazy person around anymore. Let’s face it, you’re all crazy!” she laughed, then sud
denly frowned. “But how do I tell Mario?” “Come here.” Suzanne took her to the ladies’ room and looked at her behind. “WOW! I see you met my husband, James. Why did he whip you so hard?” Toni asked, “How do you know it was James?”

  “I’m not sure, I just do. A wife knows her own husband’s handiwork. Blond, handsome, gentle, a great smile, brutal, a sense of humor and really enjoys his work; does that describe him?”

  Toni nodded. She had a serious question to ask Suzanne. “What about you? Aren’t you hurt? I saw blood all over you.”

  Suzanne laughed, “That was totally fake; we have a whip filled with movie blood. I’m kinky, but not that kinky. Now, tell me about James.” Toni explained how she had gotten carried away. She added, “I’m sure relieved to hear that it was just movie blood.”

  “James wasn’t using any movie blood,” Suzanne replied, then she realized what it meant. “Oh, no! You, uh, damaged my husband.” She began to laugh uproariously. “I love it! Now I see why he birched you so hard. You deserved it.” Suzanne shrugged. “Well, Mario won’t even have to guess. Those welts all over your butt are a dead giveaway that you’ve been caned. Maybe Mario will decide to do the job himself in the future.” “Golly! I hope so!” The women left.

  Chapter Sixteen A Surprise For Mario

  Mario was eagerly waiting for Toni when she got home.

  “Did you girls have a nice day? Now can I ask where you went?” He was curious because she had refused to tell him about it before they left. “I missed you like hell all day!”