The Paddle Club: A Fun, Romantic and Erotic Spanking Novel (13 page)

The next day the two women arrived at the fair very early. It wasn’t open for visitors yet but they went on in because Suzanne was part of the planning committee. They visited the few booths that were already set up, looking at some erotic pictures, and laughing at the displays of dildos and fancy vibrators.

“Nothing I need there,” Suzanne remarked, “not since I have James. It’s too bad you’ve never met him.”

“I still can’t believe we lost touch with each other for so many years, and that I missed your wedding.” She picked up a large dildo, “Nothing I need here that I don’t have at home, either.” Laughing, she put it down. “Ain’t love grand?” Suzanne laughed, linking her arm through Toni’s.

Toni shuttered when she saw the booth filled with leather outfits, restraints and whips. Did she really want to be here? Suzanne remarked, “Those leather outfits are just too weird for words!” But she ran her hands down the length of a riding crop. The man running the booth came over and offered to give Suzanne a taste of the crop but she declined. He turned to Toni but she declined too.

With a careless shrug he said, “Tell me if you change your mind.” And left them alone to talk. Toni slyly remarked, “I noticed that you didn’t say the whip was weird.”

“No, it’s beautiful,” she answered Toni before realizing just exactly what she had revealed. “Aw gee whiz! Ya caught me! Please don’t tell my husband, I’m sure he’d be shocked. Just for that I’m gonna make sure you’re the first in line!” “In line for what?” Toni asked, suspiciously. “Reward or punishment,” Suzanne answered enigmatically. “But which?” Toni persisted, wide eyed.

“That’s for me to know and for you to find out!” Suzanne pushed Toni towards an older man sitting at a small table and asked him to make sure Toni was the first in line when the booths opened.

“Be sure they give her the complete treatment, Jerry. She’s a special friend!” She whispered something in his ear, and then turned to Toni. “Wait here! I have to get busy. You just follow the path and do whatever you are directed to do in the scenes. Don’t you dare chicken out on this!”

That one sentence alone was enough to make Toni want to run like hell, but not as fast as the final quip of Suzanne’s. “I’ve got a nice, soft pillow in the car for your ride home!”

The little, gray-haired man grabbed her arm just in the nick of time to stop her from escaping. “Come on super chicken, I’m under orders to prevent your escape.” He had a merry grin, with a hint of the devil in it.

He slapped her once on the ass, a hard, sharp slap, then he pushed her into the first of a series of small, enclosed booths that formed a sort of horseshoe shaped tunnel. It curved around and ended up almost back at the entrance. As soon as she was in the booth the curtains closed behind her.

The first booth Toni found herself in was set up to look like an old one-room schoolhouse from the old west in the late 1800’s. There were old maps on the makeshift walls, and a blackboard in the front of the room with a series of simple math problems written on it. Across the top of the blackboard, the alphabet was neatly printed in both capital and small letters.

There were only five crude, wooden desks, four of which were occupied by actors playing students; two boys and two girls. All the students acted like bratty kids but they were really people who looked like they were in their early twenties. They were dressed to fit the period of the decor in the room, and most of the girls wore pigtails. At the front of the room there was a stern, older woman dressed as a teacher.

As soon as Toni entered the room the teacher gruffly commanded, “You’re late! Sit down, miss! Now!”

Toni quickly plopped herself down at the empty desk. The girl in the front row, a slender blond, wrote something on a slate and held it out to the boy next to her. Disaster struck as she dropped the slate noisily to the floor. She quickly reached down to grab the slate but she wasn’t fast enough. The teacher heard the slate hit the floor, turned around quickly and saw the girl pick it up. She hurried over and took the slate from the girl. The girl had written one sentence on it. The slate read, “Old Miss Smith is a mean old toad!”

The teacher dramatically dragged the girl up to the front of the class. She ordered the scared, trembling girl to bend over and grab her ankles. She pulled up the girl’s skirt and her frilly slips and pinned them so they wouldn’t fall down. She pulled down the girl’s plain, white cotton underpants so that her bottom was bare. Then she picked up a long, slender hickory switch and gave the girl six hard cuts across her behind. Each cut made a swishing sound in the air, and each of the cuts caused a long red welt to appear on the girl’s pale white behind. It certainly looked real to Toni. It seemed very harsh and painful! Toni squirmed in her seat, horrified and fascinated at the same time. She was sure glad she wasn’t the girl being switched. When the teacher was finished switching the girl, she unpinned the girl’s dress and ordered her to sit down. The girl sat, gingerly, back at her desk. Soon after that the teacher said, “Class dismissed!” Two of the students called to Toni, “Come On!”

They pointed her to an opening in the curtains that formed the walls of the booth, opposite to the one she had entered through. She exited through it.

The second room was more modern. It was decorated to look like a little boy’s bedroom. It had posters with football players and scenes from a popular monster movie on the walls. There was a bed with a plain brown quilt that had toys scattered all over it. In the corner there was a baseball, bat, glove and a football.

There was an actor standing in the center of the room who could only be described as a young hunk. He looked like he was barely twenty-one with dark wavy hair, green eyes, bronzed arms and a muscular build. He was wearing jeans and a t-shirt with a cartoon character on the front of it. He was standing there facing the curtains Toni used to enter the room so that he was the first thing she really saw in the room, and Toni was shocked when she immediately noticed that he was crying.

“Please, Momma!” he said when Toni came in, “Please don’t spank me! I’ll be a good boy from now on!”

As he pleaded, he pushed Toni down into a straight-backed wooden chair, all the while he appeared to be struggling frantically to get away from her. He unzipped his jeans and placed himself with seeming reluctance over her lap.

After a moment he hinted, “Momma, if you really have to spank me, please don’t make me wait for it. That’s always the worst part!” He waited for a long moment while Toni sat immobilized.

When Toni didn’t do anything but sit there, stunned, he said in a loud, harsh, stage whisper, “Come on! Do it! Spank me! You’re ruining a perfectly good performance!”

Toni reluctantly brought her hand down on his white jockey shorts. She raised her arm to strike again, but he grabbed her hand. He said angrily, “Lady, put some force into it. If you don’t, I’m going to forget the script and thrash the living daylights out of you.”

She was shaken by his anger, but gave him a fairly credible spanking after that. She managed to put so much force into her blows that her hand started to smart. She must have given him about two dozen slaps when he stopped her by standing up. “It’s okay, Momma, I know I deserved it. I’m not hurt too bad,” he sniffled, as he pulled up his jeans, “but I want to be alone for a while.” He gave her a grin and a wink then pointed her to an opening in the curtain.

This room was barren except for a full-sized dummy made of canvas and filled with unknown stuffing. The dummy was bent over the end of a padded bench. A man stood off to one side of the dummy holding a riding whip. He was a little older, midforties, with salt and pepper hair, slender but muscular looking build, brown eyes, a jogging suit and the manner of an army drill sergeant!

“Good Grief! Do you need this! I peaked into the last room and I can’t believe you’re such a wimp!” he said, handing her the riding whip. “I want you to beat the shit out of that dummy! NOW!” Toni quipped nervously, “I didn’t know dummies were full of shit.”

The man struggled hard but he managed to keep a stern, straight face.

She felt like a fool, but she began to slash halfheartedly at the dummy with the whip. The man turned the full force of his army sergeant persona on Toni. He kept pushing at her, calling her names and insulting her, anything he could do to get her to hit the dummy harder and harder.

Finally he stopped her. “Okay, you’re still not hitting hard enough, but at least now anyone that you bestow a whipping on won’t actually die of boredom while you do it. Now, I want you to use the whip on me, and make it a lot harder.”

He pushed the dummy to the floor, pulled down his pants, revealing a tight, firm, naked butt, and bent himself over the bench. She did her best to whip him just like he had taught her to, but she was still a little squeamish. He kept up his steady stream of insults and nagging, trying to get her to lose her temper and really hit him. He finally said, “You’ll pass, but barely, go on.” He pulled up his jogging pants and directed her out through the opening in the curtain.

The next room Toni went into was made up to look like a little girl’s room. It was done in shades of pink, with lacy trim along the small dressing table. There were lots of dolls and stuffed animals spread on the bed, and a white enameled wooden chair standing alone in the center of the room. She felt a strangely familiar sensation as she entered the room because it contained a faint undercurrent of tension. She soon found out why. The actor standing in this room was a fairly tall, stern looking man, in slacks and a sweater. He had brown hair and harsh green eyes.

He looked at her angrily and said, “You took your own sweet time getting here, Missy! The next time I order you to report to your bedroom for a good hard spanking I expect you to get here fast! Really fast! Don’t you ever make me wait for you again! Every second I wait will be added to what you can expect to get.”

Toni felt a trace of fear run down her spine, along with a sense of disbelief. This couldn’t be happening, could it?

The forbidding man sat in the chair. “Well girl, what are you waiting for? Get those pants down, and get yourself over my knees. Now!” When she hesitated, he bellowed, “You know that you’ll just get it harder if you don’t do it right now! I haven’t got all day.” She slowly unfastened and tugged down her tight jeans,

blushing furiously. On shaky legs she moves over to the man. “Well?” he yelled, “What’s the big delay? Over my lap! Now

damn it!” He kept the pressure on her, ordering her. That firm commanding voice left her no choice but to obey. Toni felt frozen, trapped in an emotional tug-of-war between fear and desire. Finally she was going to get a real spanking! In a corner of her brain she remembered Suzanne saying it was all voluntary, but this man certainly didn’t act like it was. Suzanne had said that she could refuse or call a halt to it at anytime. That may have been true but for some reason, Toni felt like she couldn’t take the easy way out.

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.