The Paddle Club: A Fun, Romantic and Erotic Spanking Novel. Susan KohlerЧитать онлайн книгу.
hardly noticed the individuals as real people, only seeing their behinds. It was almost as though they were only disembodied butts.
For the first few spankings James had to urge her on, pushing her to greater severity. He pushed her to use the paddle more and more harshly. She had never done anything like it before, but soon a sort of blood lust took over and she became almost ruthless. When she was done, her arm was sore and there was another small break for more refreshments. James offered to bring cocktails for Suzanne and Michael.
“I’ll have a scotch and water,” Michael said, “but bring Suzanne straight soda water. We wouldn’t want the liquor to dull her fear or her pain!” He explained with a mean-spirited laugh.
James gave Michael a wicked smile before he went to the bar. He brought Michael a very mild scotch and soda, but brought Suzanne a very strong gin and tonic! As he handed the icy glass to Suzanne their hands met for a timeless moment and she looked up into his warm eyes, shocked. Even with the drink she began to get very nervous and frightened, close to panic. She knew her own whipping was to be the next item on the agenda.
“Damn weak drink!” Michael complained. “I didn’t expect to get watered drinks at a ritzy club like this!”
All too soon, at least in Suzanne’s mind, James came up to her. With a friendly smile and a courtly bow he took both her hands and helped her stand up. Her nerves were stretched so tight that her legs were threatening to buckle, as if they would not be able to support her without James holding her hands. She finally understood why those girls were so compliant; the fear and arousal was hypnotic. She stared into James’ warm and friendly eyes.
She was so scared, yet so mesmerized, that she hardly noticed Michael walking around behind her, and barely felt him unzipping her dress. He pushed the dress off her arms so that it slid down her sensuous body and fell in a blue puddle at her feet. Suzanne’s awareness returned as she felt the cool air on her skin, but James still held her hands. She forced herself to keep staring into his eyes as Michael unsnapped her silky brassiere, then slid her lacy panties down her legs.
Suzanne was in such an emotional fugue that she hardly even noticed she was standing in front of a crowd naked except for her garter belt and stockings. She felt none of the embarrassment she had expected to feel. Indeed, she felt very little of the fear she had expected to feel. All she felt was the cool air on her skin and the reassurance coming to her from the warmth of James’ smile. She hardly saw the group of club members around her. All she really saw was James’ warm eyes looking into hers.
James led her firmly over to the special bench, the one with the straps for her ankles, waist and wrists. Suzanne moved woodenly, as if she were in a daze. James still held her hands while Michael strapped her feet to the bench legs.
James said softly but with firm command, “Bend over, Suzanne.”
He kissed her hands and pulled her gently but firmly forward. Michael quickly fastened the straps at her waist, and then she realized that she couldn’t move. It was happening! Fear, excitement and arousal raced through her blood. James fastened the straps to her wrists. He positioned her so that her head was on a soft padded pillow.
He gave her a quick light kiss on her neck and with a wink said, “Don’t worry, my dear, it won’t be so bad.” He smiled down at her. “Besides you have no choice now, you can hardly squirm, let alone move. Now all you can do is let it happen. Think of it as a challenge. See if you can endure this without using the code words, but please remember not to hesitate to use them if you need to.”
It was true, she realized, she was completely immobilized. The only uncomfortable part of her restraint was the way she was laying. Her breasts were too large and full for her to be very comfortable on her stomach. She knew she could scream all she wanted but it would not bring her any mercy or any help. Luckily it would not bring her any extra punishment either; this was no Victorian novel, and she could end things at her will. The only things that could stop the caning would be for her to use the code word, or start to bleed or a signal from James. Other than that, every member present would cane her. She tried to breathe deeply, tried to will herself to relax. Of course she failed miserably; any degree of relaxation was impossible.
“I think you need a warm up,” James said softly.
He began to spank her with his hands, beginning with light smacks and building ever so slowly in speed and intensity. Soon her whole bottom began to feel warm and tingly. James stopped spanking her.
He picked up the cane, held it for a long moment against her butt, and then tapped her with it several times before he raised his arm and the dreadful whipping began.
He slashed her smooth, softly rounded ass. Suzanne gasped out loud as the cane landed. The pain intensified even as she heard the cane whistle in the air for the second cut. By the third cut her gasps became high-pitched yelps. Cut after cut, the pain grew into agony and a trace of something else. Although she didn’t realize it, James wasn’t really being very severe. After about a dozen slashing strokes James gave the rod to the next person in line.
He was a slim, young man who gave her six or seven strokes and used the cane faster and just a little harder than James did. At each swish of the cane Suzanne flinched visibly, and as every blow landed she screamed out loud but somehow she avoided using the code word. She struggled uselessly against the straps binding her. There was now definitely something there, another feeling other than pain. It was almost a sexual excitement.
The young man handed the cane off to the next person in line who happened to be the chauffeur, Jerry. Again, he preferred a paddle so he put the cane down and spent a few moments selecting a paddle. It gave her a short respite. Jerry paddled her about a dozen strokes smartly but almost playfully, not really very harshly. Suzanne almost enjoyed them. He put down the paddle and moved off.
After five people had given her spankings, she began to feel tired and numb. James was watching her carefully; abruptly he gave a silent signal and immediately the rest of the people waiting in line pulled back and the spanking was stopped.
There was a short pause, then just as she began to relax, it was Michael’s turn. Michael gave her four final and hard, devastating blows with a large, wooden paddle. The surface of the paddle was about 10” x 4”, it was about an inch thick and there was a six-inch handle. Each blow made a loud, sharp crack as it landed. Few people failed to notice that the crack of the paddle as it landed on Suzanne’s round, firm ass was almost drowned out by her loud, high-pitched yells.
The paddle did indeed make a lot of noise as it landed on her bare bottom but it was made of light wood, and didn’t hurt as much as it sounded like it would. The paddle didn’t draw any blood but it stung and made her already sore buttocks throb and hurt terribly.
As Michael began to swing the paddle a fifth time, James caught his hand in a firm grip and took away the paddle. “That’s enough!”
The ordeal was finally over.
James unfastened her and led her over to the love seat. He told her to lie on her stomach while he gently rubbed a soothing balm all over her backside. Then he put a cold, damp cloth on her bottom, which was red and blotchy. After he finished tending to her he gave her a glass of cold champagne.
“I don’t know whether to drink this or to pour it on my ass,” she quipped weakly.
“Drink it.” James smiled. “It really does work much more effectively taken internally. By the way, your butt has a lot of very interesting colors to it. It looks very pretty.”
“Gee, thanks a lot.” Suzanne sipped her champagne.
“I want to fuck her now!” Michael said, coming over to stand beside James, “While she’s still really sore! Get in the room, Suzanne.” He pointed to one of the bedrooms.
“I’m sorry, Michael,” James interjected sternly, “but you’ll have to wait. The initiation isn’t over yet.” There was a trace of hidden delight as he told Michael, “The best is yet to come. Let’s sit down while Suzanne recovers for a moment.”
“You mean she’s got more