“When their eyes met the air practically sizzled, it was so fantastic.” Toni added, “Henry is a goner.” Clay and Mac came over. “What’s going on?” Clay asked.
“Henry just fell in love with the lady who won the grand prize,” Sherry told him, sliding her arms around his waist. “It was so romantic.”
“If you want romance, just wait until I get you home,” Clay murmured in her ear. Sherry smiled slyly in reply.
Christie and Randy were about to leave before another couple of club members went over to talk to them. It was Mac and Sarah. After a few minutes conversation, they explained that they were fairly new members of the club but that they enjoyed the friends they’d met so far.
Mac concluded the conversation by saying casually, “I have two extra tickets to the football game Sunday, would you two like to come with us?” He grinned guilelessly. “We could even have a friendly bet on the game.” “Not a bet involving… ” Randy said.
“Oh no, we’ll find something else for a wager,” Mac said, “unless of course you’d like to bet… ” “No another bet will be just fine,” Christie said, walking into
Mac’s trap. Soon all the guests were leaving. The members and policemen directed traffic out of the parking lot. They made sure that any of the guests that had been drinking were not driving. The club had made arrangements for several of the local cab companies to send cabs to give free rides home to anyone who needed one.
When the crowd was cleared away for the most part, one off duty policeman, a young and handsome officer named Robert Wilson took Suzanne aside.
“I know it’s none of my business,” he paused, clearing his throat, before he continued, “at least, I assume it’s not any of my business, but I’m curious about the club. Can you tell me something about it?”
“Are you asking officially, as an officer of the law, or for yourself?” she asked, looking up at him.
“For myself. I mean, I’m not investigating you or anything like that,” he answered honestly. “Of course, if you tell me you smuggle drugs, or guns, or hold human sacrifices or something ridiculous like that I would be forced to follow up on it.”
“Fair enough, but if we’re legal, don’t tell anyone about us, deal?” She smiled and waited for his nod before continuing. “We are a club of people who enjoy playing spanking games that sometimes involve mild S & M. In our particular club we do not have orgies or even sex with anyone other than our own lovers or husbands, but we do play spanking games. All our games are voluntary, so there’s no force or victimization involved. If you overheard us when we talk about our spankings to one another, you’d think we were heavily into real sadism and pain, but that’s not so. We are into role playing and the suggestion of pain.” “How is that arousing?” he asked curiously. “I don’t understand the appeal.”
“Not everyone does, of course. Why should they?” she replied. “For me, it’s a feeling of being out of control in someone else’s hands, and just a little helpless. There’s also a level of trust involved. I’ve also heard that getting a spanking brings all the blood to the genital area and makes the nerve endings more sensitive. It’s also supposed to release pheromones. I don’t know for sure and I don’t care. I will tell you one thing though; you don’t get domestic violence calls from our members. We don’t let any abusive people or anyone who’s really turned on by violence into the club.”
“I’ve never had a call from anyone that I see here now,” he admitted, smiling at her. “I don’t know if I’d like it myself. But I’ll give you a secret in return. Do you remember the city in Northern California that tried using spankings for traffic fines?” At her nod, he continued, “I was working as an officer in that town when that was going on. It’s how I met my wife. I saw her at the station house when she was paddled for speeding. I went to her house and comforted her. Strictly against the rules, but I did. Then when I got a ticket myself, she returned the favor. I do remember one thing: in both cases we had exceptionally passionate sex that same night in spite of the pain, and my wife is not the kind of woman who would sleep with someone she just met, so maybe the paddle did stir something up. If you know what I mean.”
“Maybe it had something to do with you too. The kind of man you are and, let’s face it, your looks.” Suzanne grinned at him. “Most women would want to get to know you better. I know I would if I didn’t love James so much.” “Thanks.” He grinned, a little sheepish.
“Back to the subject of spanking. Have you tried it since?” she asked. “For fun or teasing?”
“No, but we do both swat each other on the butt quite a bit,” he replied thoughtfully.
“Then you’re both probably kinky,” she told him, smiling. “It might just be that the first time you were paddled it was much too frightening and severe for either of you to realize that a small part of you was turned on by it, even enjoyed it. You might want to try playing spanking games with your wife, but always quit if she tells you to.” “Maybe I will.” He shook her hand.
“Are you flirting, wife?” James came up behind her and swatted her affectionately on her shapely butt. Suzanne and Mitch burst out laughing simultaneously.
“No,” she managed between laughs. “I was just telling him that you were a wife beater. It sure was nice of you to give him that first-hand demonstration.”
“And did you tell him that you return the favor? Hey Robert, I’m a battered husband,” he said to the officer, who continued to laugh.
“I’d better go help with the cleaning. If you want to know more give me a call,” Suzanne said as she took James by the arm. “Thanks for all your help tonight.” “I’ll see you.” He got into his car and left.
“I bet you all my chips that his wife has a nice pink butt tonight,” she said.
“I’m not concerned with his wife’s butt. I’m only interested in yours.” He kissed her before they went inside. They had to help pay the members off by paddling their butts according to how many chips they wound up with. “And I know exactly what color your butt will be tonight.” “Pink?” she asked. “More like flaming red.” He swatted her right on the threatened butt as she went through the door.
“Who was the big winner among the members?” Suzanne asked.
“Well, we were discussing that before I came out to find you. There’s a problem.” James paused. “Since so many of the members were working and earned tips instead of gambling, we’re debating if tips should count.”
By the time they got inside, the issue had been decided. The rest of the members had voted and tips, indeed, would count! The tally was added up. For a while it seemed as if one of the three bargirls would “win” but as the last chips were counted, it turned out that James had won, edging out Suzanne by only $2.00 in chips. “So strip down and lie on the floor, James,” Mac said with a grin. “We have a little surprise for you.”
James got into position good naturedly; after all he had been a member for several years, and he often enjoyed being on the receiving end of some of the punishments. However he knew this time the whipping would be worse, harder and longer than he was used to. He also knew that this time he would not be able to stop the proceedings by saying his code word or shouting “Stop!” That didn’t bother him; after all, he trusted his friends. More or less.
James was surprised but not panicked when he felt straps being fastened around his ankles. In fact, he was enjoying the anticipation and the edge of apprehension he was feeling. The only moment of discomfort came when he realized he was being hoisted up until his hands were not even touching the ground. One of the male members caught his hands and tied them together. He was left hanging there as the rest of the members finished cleaning up the hall.
Just about the time he believed that every drop of blood in his body had finally drained into his head, the members came back. They had a wooden paddle, which was a mixed blessing to James. Paddles tended to cause less welting than a strap or lash, but because of that, punishments could go on longer without drawing bl
ood or doing any real damage. He also knew from past experience that paddles with holes drilled into them hurt worse than paddles without holes. He looked. This one had several holes drilled into it. This would really sting.
Every club member took a turn giving James the dubious benefit of his or her years of practice and experience in wielding a paddle. He got anywhere from one to six blows from each of them. He swung back and forth with the force of the blows, yelling lustily at each one of them.
He had to yell for several reasons: First, it hurt! Second, he had learned long ago that with this bunch it wasn’t smart to be too stoic. And besides, part of the fun for everyone was drawing a hearty reaction from the victim, and James was a very good victim. When he was gently let down, he stood in the center of the
group with one hand rubbing his glowing red ass. “Gee, thanks guys. You shouldn’t have gone to all that trouble for me. After all, since I only won by $2.00, it was practically a tie,” James remarked slyly as he pulled his pants back on but leaving his fly unzipped because the punishment had caused him to get a painfully large erection.
Suzanne began to back quietly away from the group towards the door, sensing impending doom. All too soon she heard the words she knew were coming.
“Hey, that’s right! Since Suzanne came so close to James’ total, we ought to give Suzanne a little present too,” someone suggested.
Although Suzanne knew she could take anything her friends could or would dish out, she was more than a little bit relieved to hear Mac say, “Yeah string her up, but she should only get about half as good a present as James. She was the runner-up so it would be sort of like a consolation prize.”
Suzanne quietly removed all her clothes and lay down on the hardwood floor. She felt nervous as the straps were fastened around her slender ankles and she was pulled up into the air. She had never been hung upside down before. She felt weird hanging there, with her long, silky black hair brushing the ground. Her large breasts were stretched and hanging down. She wasn’t left for a long time dangling like James had been; the club members started paddling her right away.
She felt herself swaying back and forth as the paddle landed on her rounded butt, but she soon learned a secret. The paddle hurt, but it didn’t hurt too badly. Any blow hard enough to hurt very badly also caused her body to swing away from the force of it, thereby automatically defusing the full sting of the swing. She kept that secret very well because she yelled dramatically as each member gave her one swat, and then Mac and James both finished her off with five swats each.
“I’m going to get you when we get home!” she threatened James when she was finally lowered back to the floor. She retrieved her dress from the floor and started to put it on but James stopped her.
“You’d better believe it, dearie.” James hugged her sliding his hands over her warm, tender ass and whispering into her ear, “You’re going to get all of me.” He took the dress from her hands and slid it very gently over her head. “Every single inch; every hot,” he nipped her ear, “hard inch.”
Chapter Twenty-three A Real Entertaining Party
The Casino Night was still a hot topic of conversation at the next regular club party. Suzanne and James sat at a large table and were soon joined by Edna and Jerry, Clayton and Sherry, Toni and Mario, and Sarah and Mac. Jerry went to fetch drinks for everyone. They sat there talking and enjoying their drinks while they watched some of the activities going on round the room.
“Tonight should be fun,” Suzanne told the new members. It was Toni and Mario’s first regular party. “Mac and Sarah already know about this. They were there when Clay had the idea. We’re having some skits tonight, along with whatever else happens. That’s why the mike is on.” “What kind of skits?” Toni asked. “You’ll see,” Clay said smiling, “one’s starting right now.”
There was a cocktail waitress at the bar; a petit brunette with a flirtatious manner. The only problem was – she was a lousy waitress. She spent far too long flirting with male customers, and not always single male customers. She ignored or was rude to female customers, forgot orders and also delivered the wrong drinks to several people. The topper was when she carelessly spilled drinks on two well dressed men, drenching their suits. The bartender called her over to the bar.
“Deliver these two martinis to table twelve for me.” He turned away, busily mixing drinks. “Oh, and don’t forget the olives.” “Where are they?” she asked.
“I’m stocking my supplies; you’ll have to reach over the bar,” he told her, not even turning back to look at her.
She stood on the bar rail and reached over the bar for the olives. Immediately the bartender grabbed her by both arms, pulling her high enough over the bar so that her feet no longer touched the ground. The two wet customers came over to stand on each side of her. Each man used one hand to raise her short frilly skirt. “A dozen from each of us?” one man said to the other.
“I bet I can make my side a brighter red than yours,” the other replied, “and the winner gets to give her an extra dozen.”
The two men spanked her simultaneously, one on each side of her bottom. When they had each given her a dozen spanks, they pulled her panties down and argued over who had won the bet. Finally the winner gave her the final dozen swats and she was let up. Applause erupted around the room as the trio and the bartender took their bows. James and Suzanne left the table to join in the fun.
“Are you enjoying yourselves so far tonight?” Clayton asked Toni. “This is your first regular party, isn’t it?” Toni smiled at him. “We are having fun.”
“This should be a fun party tonight since everyone’s here and,” Clayton grinned, “we still have more entertainment planned.”
Alan came over to join the table. “Hey Alan, where’s Sharon? I thought she was going to give us a chance,” Clay asked.
“She is,” Alan replied, “but tonight she really did have to work.”
“What about the Slave Auction?” Sarah asked. “Are Mac and I still going to buy her?” “She agreed to it,” Alan said, “but she’s reluctant. I’m afraid…”
“Mac will take good care of her,” Sarah interrupted him. “Don’t worry.”
“I will, you know,” Mac added in. “Everything will be fine. Now which one of you needs a good, hard whipping?” “I do, I do.” Sherry stood up eagerly. “Then get over to the bench bare-assed and in position, and wait for me,” he ordered sternly.
Sherry moved quickly to comply. Mac turned to Sarah. “Lovey, go over and tie Sherry down for me, please. Blindfold her and lay out my assortment of toys next to her. I want to play What’s My Whipper, with her. Then I want you to give yourself
over to Clay for a lesson in subservience.” “Yes, Mac.” She moved off quickly.
Mac and Clay were the two most forceful tops in the club, followed closely by James. Jerry, while predominately a top, was so cheerful and friendly that the term just didn’t seem to fit him.
“Jerry, why don’t you try out my new flogger on Edna? It looks so severe but it really feels good,” Mac suggested. “Ask Sarah which one I mean; she has it over there with the toys.”
Jerry and Clay walked over to Sarah. She gave Jerry the flogger. It had a hundred very soft, thin lashes made of the finest suede. It looks horrific and made a satisfying smack when wielded on human flesh, but it stimulated and tingled instead of hurting. It took a real heavy hand to even begin to cause any real pain with the thing.
“Now Sherry,” Mac said sternly, “I’m going to use several different toys on you. You have to describe what I’m using on you before I change to another, so wrong guesses will earn you extra smacks.”
Upon hearing this, a small audience gathered. Mac picked up an oval paddle, leather on one side and mink on the other. Using the leather side he gave her two mighty smacks, one on each cheek. “What is it?” “It’s a paddle.” Sherry got another pair of smacks. “What is it made of?” Mac asked sternly. “Leather?” Sherry guessed.
“G
ood girl.” He got a brush and spanked her with it, without stopping. “Come on Sherry, what is this one?” “A smaller paddle, aw, a hairbrush?” Mac immediately switched to a cane. This time Sherry yelped out the answer almost immediately. Without hesitation, Mac reached for the birch. After watching Sherry guessing what implement was being used on her backside for a while, Jerry tried the flogger out on his wife. She loved it. Mac was right. It made a real satisfying smack on her bottom but felt stimulating instead of painful.
Mac let Sherry up, hugged her and whispered to Clay. Clay grinned and nodded. He turned to Sarah and wiggled one finger, gesturing her over. When Sarah was standing directly in front of him, Clay silently pointed to the floor. Instantly Sarah knelt at his feet, looking up at him with respect in her eyes.
Clay pointed at the implements, and Sarah stood up and walked over to them. She picked up a cane and looked over at Clay. He shook his head. She picked up another one, a little thicker and this time Clay nodded. He crooked his little finger again and she brought the cane to him. He gestured at her clothes and she stripped, folding each article of clothing as she removed it and carefully placing it on the nearest chair.
He pointed at the whipping bench and she got into position. Clay slashed the canes with cold efficiency, each stroke marking her with a long, red welt. She bore the cuts perfectly, without a sound and without any movement. When she had ten parallel welts, he snapped his fingers. She stood, walked over to Clay and knelt in front of him. He held out the cane and she kissed it. Then he gestured towards the corner and she stood there while various club members looked at the ten welts. Finally Clay snapped his fingers again and pointed at the pile of clothes and she dressed. He handed her the cane and she put it away. Then she came over to stand in front of him again. Clay grinned and hugged her. “That was very good, my dear.” Again the members applauded.
There were now two desks set up on the dais, with a thin partition between them. How long they had been there no one could say. Between Sarah and Sherry, they had all been too preoccupied.
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