The Paddle Club: A Fun, Romantic and Erotic Spanking Novel (8 page)

Clayton opened his mouth to complain but thought better of it and reluctantly got into the required position. “Why the hesitation, Sir?” Suzanne’s voice floated in the air.

“Damn it Suzanne!” Clay almost shouted then he dropped his voice almost to a whisper. “No one’s ever put… ” “Not anything?” Suzanne’s voice was soft. “No!”

“Then you’ll find out now what it feels like. I’d bet you’ve done it to someone,” Suzanne was laughing. “Who’d have guessed? A virgin.” “I will kill you; just you wait and see,” Clayton threatened.

Sherry found some lubricating jelly on the bedside table in little individual foil packets and used it before she gently inserted the dildo into Clayton’s asshole. She slid it in and out firmly and quickly, without being overly timid or gentle in her manner. Clayton’s asshole was tight and he felt quite a bit of pain, but he still enjoyed the sweet torture. As they got up, Suzanne asked softly, “How did you like it?”

Clay shot her the finger. Sherry followed instructions and put the used dildo into a plastic bin, then opened the drawer and placed an unused one out, ready for the next victim.

The next two stops were very pleasurable for both of them. At the first, Clayton had to kiss her ass, tonguing it all over. He really put all of himself into it, teasing and arousing Sherry to the point where she wanted to drag him to the floor and make love to him then and there, Suzanne or no Suzanne! This time she was ordered to move on before she reached her climax, and as she got off the bed she was so frustrated she really wanted to strangle her best friend!

Then Sherry had to use a feather and an ice cube to tease and provoke Clay. First, she tied him to the bed on his back and then she trailed the ice down his muscular chest. She paid particular attention to his nipples, bringing them both to hard, taut buds. She iced his navel and then placed the ice cube very carefully on his pubic hair, very near his painfully erect cock. Abandoning the ice cube in its intimate position, she picked up the feather. She used it to tickle the soles of his feet and brought it up his legs slowly, until at last she began to tease his balls.

Finally with the ice in one hand and the feather in the other, she turned her attention to his cock. She drove him out of his mind. Right up until the voice ordered her to stop, as usual just short of his orgasm. It took Clayton an almost superhuman effort to drag himself off the bed and continue on down the path! Again, they heard a few moans and screams off in the distance, and closer to themselves, the ghostly-disembodied laugh. They both began to wonder, was this a trend or the calm before the storm? When they came to the next trap they found out. There it was, a padded whipping bench.

Sherry was ordered to roll the die, and call out the number before she allowed herself to be strapped down over the bench. Sherry rolled a lucky 7, and after putting herself into position, took seven very hard cuts of the birch. Clayton put strong wrist action into each cut. Every slash made a whistling sound as it went through the air. SWOOSH! Every slash brought a scream from Sherry. She was loud! Her screams broke the sound barrier. Strangers on the street, who had no idea that the
Maze
existed were looking around for fire trucks and ambulances; she was very loud indeed!

It was Clayton’s luck that it was Sherry’s turn to use the tawse on him next. His luck that he pulled number 15 from the fishbowl. This would not be a good day for him to go to the racetrack. When you’re hot you’re hot, but the common phrase was taking on a whole new meaning of its own on his butt! She used the tawse with a ruthless efficiency, giving him the fifteen blows, with slow, heavy swings. She was careful to make sure that none of the blows were any softer or easier than the rest.

Again there were two easy stops in the maze. For the first, he was ordered to suckle her full, round breasts. He sat on a chair in front of her and she straddled his legs, lowering herself until her breasts were level with his mouth. He laved her nipples with his tongue, moving from one to the other. He began to suck on her right breast, causing her legs to buckle so that she had to lock her arms around his neck to keep herself in place. He moved to the left breast, giving it the same tender treatment.

Then, for the next stop, he was ordered to lie on the bed while she tongued his buttocks and asshole. She threw herself into the work, using her tongue and teeth all over his backside and moving slowly closer to her target. Finally, she did something she had never done before and used her tongue to tease his anus. Clayton was wild! Good stuff! Enjoyable! Even better, painless! Surprisingly, Sherry was a little squeamish about using her mouth on his anus, but the voice, when it asked her to stop, told her to look into a small drawer on the stand beside the bed. In the drawer, there was a supply of small trial size bottles of disinfectant mouthwash. Sherry laughed, but she put the small bottle to good use.

They had a long twisting walk to the next trap. They turned a corner and then stopped in their tracks as they saw what awaited them: side-by-side whipping benches and two large men, impeccably dressed in white tie and tails. There were no visible, shall we say, weapons. The scene was so unexpected that they both laughed, but only for a split second.

When they were both strapped down next to each other, the men stood behind them and began to swat Sherry and Clayton alternately on their butts with some long, heavy, wooden paddles. They got six swats apiece, each one laid on with a heavy, hard swing.

Six swats may not seem like a very large number, but on already red, sore asses, they were enough. More than enough. Sherry and Clay were untied, and with shaky legs they set off down the path again.

Once more there were fairly easy stops for both of them. She was ordered to get up on the bed, on her hands and knees. He lubricated the dildo and worked it up her ass. The dildo was large and long, and as it had with him, caused her some degree of pain, but the sensational orgasm she reached was worth it.

Then, at the next stop, she knelt down and gave him a hickey on the inside of his thigh. It was such an easy task that it hardly seemed worth it until she made it a very intimate and sensuous experience, letting her mouth stray from his thigh to his abdomen, his balls and his erect cock.

During the next twisted section of the maze, Sherry remarked, “It’s a pattern you know, a couple of easy stops, a long walk and then, a killer stop!” They turned a corner, “Oh, my God!”

Just as it had been at the last hard stop, the scene was set up for side-by-side whippings, with two big men waiting. But these huge, burly men were not dressed in formal tuxedos. They were dressed in black with leather masks, just like the outfits worn by medieval executioners! For the first time, the pair could see what implements were there to punish them, a pair of cat o’ nine tails. No shit!

“Milady, pick a number.” One of the men held out a bowl and Sherry picked out a numbered ball that she handed to him. It was a 5. “Milord, Milady, kindly put your hands into the manacles on the walls!”

In a few short seconds, they were both chained up and hanging from the walls. Clayton quipped, “At least it’s not our butts again.”

It was the last joke he made as the lashes of the cat bit into his back! These were not the prop whips used by some S & M enthusiasts, that sting without causing marks or any real pain. Each slash of the cat caused both real pain and welts when it landed on either one of them. They both fought the restraints. They struggled and screamed, until it would have seemed to an outsider that they were in some rather weird competition to see who could squirm the most or scream the loudest. They both got the full measure of their five strokes! The lashes certainly caused welts although, due to the skill of the men, they didn’t draw any blood.

Again they worked their way along the maze, and once again the stops were quick and painless. Sherry was told to suck his nipples. At 5’4” to his 5’11” her head came to a point just a little above his chest. It was easy for her to bend her head just enough to lick and suck his chest until both his nipples were in tight little buds.

A little farther along Clayton gave her a big hickey on the inside of her slender thigh. Like her, he had trouble staying focused on his prime objective with his mouth so near to her succulent cunt. He licked and sucked her legs and thighs and began to move towards the tender, moist center of her femininity.

Suzanne’s voice cut in and she sweetly stopped him. They were told to move along. Her exact and very ladylike phrase was: “Move it or lose it, you two horn dogs!” Sherry waved a fist into the air, yelling, “Damn you, Suzanne!”

They were both jittery walking along the maze. If the pattern held true to form, they were coming to a killer trap. They were surprised when it wasn’t. Sherry gave Clayton two hard swats, one on each side of his ass, trying in vain to find a spot of skin that wasn’t red already. “This’ll be the bad one!” she said, but Clayton was ordered to kneel in front of Sherry and finger fuck her cunt. He put himself into the task with his usual businesslike efficiency. He gauged exactly how his touch was affecting her by the expression in her eyes. He built her almost to a climax and then backed off, prolonging the sensations. The ever-present voice told them to move along leaving Sherry hanging again.

“This time it’ll be painful for sure!” Clayton predicted, but instead Sherry was ordered to kneel in front of Clayton and take his cock into her wet, willing mouth.

She licked the whole area, slowly building his excitement. Then and only then, she took his cock into her mouth, using her hands to fondle his balls at the same time. She began to suck his cock and balls. Once again, the voice told her stop just before he came. Once again, Clayton made a silent promise to himself; he was going to get Suzanne back if it was the last thing he ever did.

The next stop was another pleasant one; Clayton used a feather and ice to tease Sherry. His approach was different from hers had been when she used the same items on him. He tickled first, using the ice only as a sort of place mark between her legs. Finally, he asked her to spread her legs as far as she could and he used the feather on her pussy. Suzanne, the unseen voice, in the spirit of sisterhood, let her reach her orgasm this time. Then she directed them to continue through the maze.

They went through a long series of twists and turns before they finally reached a trap.

The voice spoke to them, “It’s almost over, my dears. Wait for the door to open and then run like hell! Ready now? ONE! TWO! THREE! GO!”

The door opened into a long hallway that was lined with about a dozen people holding long switches. As the couple ran the gauntlet, the people holding the switches used them with lots of vigor and absolutely no mercy!

When they got to the end of the gauntlet, they both had stripes on their arms, legs, backs and asses. They ended up in a small area, where they were told to wait. They were each given robes to wear. They opened the door and found a guide waiting for them. The guide led them into a small private room.

The room had a large bed, a washroom, a closet with their clothes in it and an ice chest. Inside the ice chest were two very cold bottles of champagne and a bottle of lotion for use on their sore bottoms.

The voice came over the air, “You two did really well. Did you have fun? I just want you to know that this is a private room. There is no one who can see or hear you. Stay for as long as you want to, and enjoy,” Suzanne paused. “Please just remember to change the sheets. Oh, and you are more than welcome to replace two of the people working in the maze so that they can go through it, if you want. You’d be amazed at how many workers this thing needs.”

In spite of their throbbing buttocks they put the room to good use. Clayton hesitated for a moment when he realized there were no condoms in the room but at Sherry’s fevered nod, he plunged ahead. They made love wildly and passionately, then cuddled for a long time in each other’s arms. “Why don’t we change these sheets and go out to volunteer. I feel like whipping someone’s ass!” Clayton finally suggested. “I feel like whipping Suzanne’s ass!” Sherry agreed. “She’ll get hers, after she has the baby,” Clayton promised. They put on their clothes and went out to find one of the guides. They were put to work on the gauntlet, using the switches on the people still going through the maze. It was fun to whip someone else’s butt for once. Suzanne had told them to be severe and they were; after all, they had learned to obey her voice!

Soon after the
Maze
, Alan threw a birthday party for himself. It was a just a quiet dinner party with dancing on his patio afterwards. The only Paddle Club members he invited were James and Suzanne, Clayton and Sherry, and of course, Jerry and Edna. His new girlfriend, Sharon, was a slender blond with blue eyes and a shy manner.

She seemed to warm up to the group from the club. Even to the point of taking Suzanne aside and speaking to her about Alan. She told Suzanne that she was very concerned about Alan because he belonged to some sort of sex and torture club.

“I can’t even imagine my gentle Alan hanging around with those people.” She giggled nervously. “That’s why I was so glad to meet you. Maybe you can help me get him away from those… those… ” “Weirdoes?” Suzanne suggested, smiling. “It works for me,” Sharon said firmly.

“That might be a little hard for me to do.” Suzanne looked at Sharon with compassion. “You see Sharon, we are the weirdoes.” She paused when Sharon gasped. “James and I, Sherry and Clay, even Jerry and Edna. We came here especially so that you could meet us and find out that we aren’t really so strange. In fact, he threw this party just so we could meet you.”

“But you’re all so pleasant and normal, how could you be involved in something so, um, nasty?” Sharon shivered.

“How could Alan? Let me tell you more about it. That way you’ll be able to really understand Alan.” Suzanne crossed her heart, solemnly. “I swear I won’t try to talk you into anything.” Suzanne and Sharon talked for a long time. When they were finished Sharon had promised to think about coming to a party. She said she would even consider participating, just once, to give it a fair try.