The Paddle Club: A Fun, Romantic and Erotic Spanking Novel. Susan Kohler
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pain build up before the next swing of the paddle, and each swat made a loud smack as it landed on Suzanne’s bare butt. Halfway through, Suzanne began to gasp at each blow.
“Thanks a lot!” she told him with a rueful grin, pulling up her jeans and sitting down, but very gingerly. Her butt was throbbing! Her second punishment was to lose a turn. Her third was to go back to the start. Her luck changed, however, when she finally landed on a reward square and pulled a card that had her going back to where she was previously. Then she got one more punishment. She lost her shirt. Literally. Unfortunately she wasn’t wearing a bra.
Meanwhile the other players continued around the outside edge. Finally, James landed on a punishment square. He drew a spanking. He rolled a seven, and on the other die, a whip. Sherry whipped him, having him drop his pants and bend over the end of the sofa. She slashed the whip onto his bare buttocks slowly and used severe force, without any warm-up. James took his punishment in stoic silence but when Sherry finished with him he had red slash marks on his ass, suspiciously wet looking eyes and a huge hard-on.
Suzanne was ahead, but she was stalled with the first of her game pieces. Since she was on one of the last six squares, she started her second piece.
Sherry landed on a punishment square and drew her card; grinning she showed it to the others. She was to be tied up and teased by the other players.
From her expression, she made it clear that she didn’t consider this a punishment. She soon found out that she was wrong; in mere minutes her rivals had her squirming in unfulfilled ecstasy. She was so highly aroused that she squirmed uncomfortably for the next half-hour.
The game continued for quite a while, with everyone having a good time; they all received their fair share of punishments and rewards.
By the time the game ended, all the players were naked and had bright red, stinging butts. James had his hands handcuffed behind his back. His erection had gone down at last, but it had taken a long time, and he had been uncomfortable for much of that time, especially since Suzanne had been assigned to reward him with a massage. She also had to roll the dice and move for him, but he received the punishments or the rewards. Sherry was the winner. The two couples got dressed and had coffee and spice cake for dessert, as they discussed the game.
That night, when Suzanne and James went up to bed they made hot, passionate love. James asked her to roll onto her stomach, while he knelt on the bed between her legs. He played with her firm ass, squeezing it and pulling the sides apart. Leaning forward, he even kissed and gently nipped it. He slapped her butt a few times, not very hard, just hard enough to warm it up and put his hands on her hips, pulling her up onto her hands and knees.
In one smooth motion he slid his cock into her vagina. He began to move within her, in a slow, gentle motion. Gradually he slid in and out of the moist velvet sheath. Slowly, ever so slowly, he built up the speed. Suzanne tossed her head, her long, silky black hair brushing James’ face. James grabbed the end of her hair with one hand, holding it just tight enough against her neck to cause Suzanne to raise her head. Finally, he brought her to a crashing, wonderful climax, before letting himself go with a long, loud moaning yell.
She rolled over, breathing heavily. He gently took her into his arms. She cuddled up against him and ran a long fingernail around on his chest, teasing his nipples and playing with his chest hair. Before long her gentle touch had the desired effect.
“Hey, little girl. If you keep that up we won’t get any sleep,” James growled lazily in her ear, holding her close.
“Hey, big man. If you keep that up,” she reached down and gently fondled his large erection, “we won’t want any sleep.”
Chapter Six What Santa Gives Good Girls
At regular Paddle Club parties, that is parties when there was no initiation being held, the members didn’t usually dress formally. They saved that for the club’s initiations. At the other parties, they were usually dressed in casual clothes, sometimes with costumes at Halloween. A few of the ladies wore corsets, with lacy garters and stockings. Almost all the ladies wore silky, lacy panties.
A few of the members more into BDSM would wear black leather or latex outfits decorated with silver studs, every now and then. Suzanne still thought the outfits were tacky. For herself, she preferred to dress in casual and comfortable street clothes. Of course on her, almost anything she wore looked elegant.
At one party, between Thanksgiving and Christmas, Suzanne was wearing a full red skirt and a red, green and white sweater. She wandered away from James when she spotted Jerry across the room. Jerry had become one of her favorite members and one of her best friends. On this occasion, in honor of the holidays, he had come to the party dressed as Santa Claus. It was surprising how little effort it took for Jerry to make a fantastic Santa. He already had the roly-poly shape, he was the right age and he had a very merry grin, with rosy cheeks and twinkling eyes. All he needed was the suit and a beard. He was seated on one of the large overstuffed chairs near the dais.
Suzanne went over to greet him. “Hi, Santa.” She kissed his cheek.
“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