The Paddle Club: A Fun, Romantic and Erotic Spanking Novel (9 page)

“Since it’s so important to Alan.” She whispered, “I really do care for him, you know.” “He cares for you too.” Suzanne smiled. “He’s not going to let you get into anything disgusting and terrible.”

By that May, which was almost five months after the
Maze
, Suzanne felt bigger than the proverbial beached whale. She and James just made a token appearance at the club. In fact, the past four or five times they had been to the club were token appearances. It was not unusual for one of the female club members to be pregnant; the members of the club tended to join in pairs, and other than their club activities, most of the members were usually very devoted to their lovers or spouses. The only unusual thing at this party was that now there were two pregnant members. Sherry wasn’t as far along as Suzanne, but she definitely was beginning to show. Most people guessed that she became pregnant on her honeymoon, which was about a month after the
Amazing Maze
. Suzanne guessed the date a bit differently; she had a feeling that Sherry got pregnant on the very day of the
Maze
. She knew a secret that the other members weren’t in on, she knew there were no condoms in that bedroom, at least, not until Sherry and Clayton left the room.

It was a very hot night for May, and many of the members wore very skimpy outfits. Things like spaghetti straps and shorts were the uniform of the day for most of the women. James was dressed casually in jeans and a blue polo shirt, yet as usual he looked cool and comfortable but still neat and well groomed. Suzanne, however, was in a pink floral tent of a dress, and any attempt at looking or being cool and comfortable was far behind her. Like all women at this stage of their pregnancy, she had forgotten just exactly what her feet looked like. She only knew how sore and swollen they were.

The other members came up and gave Suzanne a kiss on the cheek and a pat on the stomach. They gave James a sly wink. So many of their friends kept asking her when she was due that Suzanne felt like she should have the phrase “in about a month, now” stenciled on her forehead, just to save them the time and effort of asking.

Sherry, in a cute lime green maternity dress, joined Suzanne who was sitting on the sidelines with Sharon, watching the action and not actually participating in any of it. She really didn’t need to wear a maternity dress quite yet, but she was proud of her first pregnancy and still enjoyed showing off the slight belly. That’ll change soon enough, Suzanne thought, when she gets bigger and her feet start to swell.

Sherry and Suzanne drank the cold, fresh milk the bartender had especially for them, and put their tired feet up. Sharon had an iced tea. They relaxed and watched as their husbands and Alan walked around the room and greeted friends, joining in the fun. James was with Edna, the older lady holding his arm and whispering in his ear. After a few moments, the odd couple walked over to one of the padded benches. “Are you sure it’s okay for me to keep you from your wife so long?” Edna asked, glancing over at Suzanne. “I want a good long paddling, but not very hard, all right?”

“It’s fine, my dear, and I promise to give you a good paddling. You just tell me what you want, and I’ll do it.” He smiled gently at her. “But you have to return the favor. I need a good, long, and in my case, hard whipping with the cane.”

“You got it, Bud.” Edna smiled and laid down on the padded bench, reaching back to raise her red and white print dress up off her buttocks. James paddled the rowdy older woman right on top of her plain cotton underwear with a round wooden paddle, knowing from experience that she didn’t like to have her underwear pulled down. It was not a very hard spanking at all but it went on and on.

Finally, Edna had enough. She stood up and straightened her dress. Then she reached out and took the cane James had beside him.

“Thank you, James,” she said with a gleam in her eyes and a blush on her face. “It’s your turn now, so bend over.”

He dropped his jeans, revealing that he was not wearing any underwear, and laid down on the bench. “Naughty boy!” Edna exclaimed, pretending to be shocked, which she wasn’t. She may like to keep her own underwear in place but she loved looking at men, especially naked men. She whipped him much harder than he expected.

She was a strong lady, and not afraid to make good use of a bamboo cane. He held off as long as he could then he stood up and pulled up his jeans, carefully zipping them, in spite of his rather large erection.

“Thank you for the canning, it was really wonderful.” He bowed to Edna and kissed her hand.

“Anytime, you nasty boy, anytime.” She reached up and fondly patted his cheek. “I think I’m going to go find my husband and ravish his body.”

“Edna, my love, you give me hope for the future.” James hugged her warmly.

“By that, you mean you hope that you and Suzanne are still as kinky and sexy when you’re as old and gray as Jerry and I are?” Edna grinned. “Gee! Thanks a lot.”

“Edna dear, neither you nor Jerry will ever be old; gray maybe, but never old, and that’s my hope for Suzanne and me.” James kissed her gently on the cheek.

James started to turn away from the bench when he was stopped by Annie, the only black woman in the club.

“Could I have a taste of that, please?” she asked. Her light brown eyes were filled with amusement and for a moment James wasn’t sure what she was looking at, the cane in his hand or the rod poking out the front of his pants.

“Sure, Annie, just get in place,” James answered, realizing that she meant the cane.

When she had draped her long, slender body on the bench and raised her long black skirt, he whipped her. He used medium force, not as soft as on Edna, but not really hard. He hadn’t whipped her before; in fact he really didn’t know her very well because she was still a fairly new member. He wanted to make sure it was just right for her. She gasped a few times before she stood up and thanked him in a low, sweet voice. There were traces of tears in her eyes and a soft smile on her lips.

Right in the center of the room, a slender, pretty blond was being tied up by an older member. He had a long gray ponytail and a definite sparkle in his eyes and he expertly wound the long soft rope around the blonde’s hands, waist and legs. Watching him work was fascinating, as it was an art in itself. She was seated in a chair, facing the back of it, with her skirt pulled up and her bare bottom hanging well out over the edge of the seat. She kept up a lively commentary as he tied her. Telling him which ropes were too tight and which were still loose. She seemed to be enjoying the attention thoroughly.

Finally the older man was done. The young woman was tied, immobile and ready for the cane. He caned her with efficiency and enthusiasm. Soon, another member came up to him with a comment and he turned to speak to the man. With a touch of devilment shining in her eyes, the blond scooted the chair around and back so that her bottom was actually under the edge of a nearby table. Laughter sounded around the room. His conversation finished, the man turned his attention back to the blond. He pointed the cane at a clear spot in the center of the room. “You managed to get to the table, now you can get back here where I can cane you properly.”

Pretending reluctance she complied. The laughter in her eyes gave her away, and she was rewarded for her impertinence with a lengthy and harsh caning. When it was over, some of the members applauded.

Over at the other bench, Clayton was holding court. He had a much more stern and businesslike appearance than James did. He was even dressed in his favorite charcoal gray suit pants, and a long sleeve shirt and tie. His only concession to informality was that he had left his suit jacket at home, loosened his tie and rolled up his shirtsleeves. The rolled up shirtsleeves looked ominous. He seemed stern and forbidding but the members who were better acquainted with him really knew it was all a sham, as he had a wild streak a mile wide. Clayton was administering whippings with a school cane in a strict but efficient manner. He didn’t really look at the bottoms he whipped, not even to notice if they were on a male or a female. He just kept the line moving. Everyone who got into his line knew the whipping they got would be hard, fast and unemotional. Alan was the last in line.

“Okay, I quit.” He finally dropped the cane. Suddenly the facade dropped and he was laughing and breathing hard, a wide smile on his face. “Now you ingrates, who’s going to volunteer to whip me?”

He got more volunteers than he needed, and they were eager to whip him as hard as he could possibly want. James walked over to watch the action for a minute, noticing that Clay was getting some pretty severe treatment from some of his former victims.

James decided to go join the wives. About halfway there, one of the youngest women in the club stopped him. She was a tall and tan platinum blond named Nancy. She had long, silky hair and vibrant, green eyes, enhanced by colored contact lenses. In a flirtatious manner, she asked him for a whipping. James looked across the room and met Suzanne’s eyes and wisely decided to decline. “Sorry Nancy, I think Suzanne needs me,” he mumbled.

“She keeps you on too close a leash; I can never get near you,” Nancy pouted.

“Even Suzanne gets jealous if I spend too much time with someone as pretty as you,” James said diplomatically, before adding, “and that’s odd because I think she’s the most beautiful woman in the world and even if she weren’t, I love what’s inside her. Her intelligence, warmth, humor, heck even her soul are even more beautiful than her face and figure.” “I wish someone felt that way about me,” Nancy said softly. “I’m sure someone will, someday,” James said softly, and then he went over to join Suzanne.

“I’m sorry, but I don’t just like that woman,” Suzanne said when James had joined her at the side of the room. “I think she’s a walking mantrap.”

“I know and I think I’ve handled it.” James smiled. “I told her she was pretty-” “Oh, that’ll discourage her.” Suzanne was sarcastic. “Good thinking.”

“And I told her that my wife was the most beautiful woman in the world, inside and out.” “Really?” Suzanne’s eyes were shining. “I meant it, you know.” James kissed her tenderly. “I know.” She smiled. “I think you’re the most handsome, and perfect man in the world too.” “But when I first walked over here you sounded jealous,” James observed.

“I know, and in a way I am jealous,” she admitted, then explained, “Not because I think you’d ever do anything with her but only because that bitch can see her feet. But, and remember I told you this, she’s after your body and she’s not going to get it.”

“How can she help chasing me?” he asked with false modesty. “Just look at me; even you said it. I’m perfect.”

“Yeah, a perfect jerk.” She punched him in the arm. “I told Jerry once, when he complained that you got all the pretty girls, that I would be the last pretty girl you’d ever get. I meant it then and I still mean it.” “When did you tell him that?” James was curious.

“The night we met, when we got out of the car at your house. Remember when he complained that you got all the pretty girls and I whispered my answer in his ear?”

“I was dying of curiosity, of course I still remember it.” James sighed. “Do you mean that my fate was sealed already?”

“I meant that your future happiness was assured already and you better remember it, buster.” She punched his arm again.

James pretended to fend off blows. “Help! Help! She’s beating me!” “So who do you want us to help?” Sherry interjected, laughing.

“You or Suzanne?” Sharon, who’d been watching this interplay, along with everything else going on at the party joined in the warm laughter. Suddenly, Suzanne stopped laughing; she got a funny look on her face and her hands slid down to rest gently on her bulging stomach. Sherry noticed immediately but James kept on kidding her. Clayton and Alan walked over to join the group. At last the men noticed Suzanne’s strange behavior. Finally, Suzanne spoke, “It’s probably nothing at all, James. But I think we should go home.”

Once they were in the car, Suzanne asked him, “Are you sorry that I made up my mind to marry you from the first night we met?”

“My love, I was only wondering what took you so long.” James stopped for a light and leaned over to kiss her gently. “I think I knew from the phone conversation. I was sure the moment I met Michael.” “Why?” Suzanne turned to look at him.

“There was no way that creep was going to keep me from having a wonderful, kind and sexy lady like you. I’ve never been sorry about one moment of our life together.” James kissed her.

“What about tonight, are you sorry we had to leave so soon?” she asked curiously.

“No, I’m not. It was probably a mistake for us to go to the party tonight, anyway,” he said with a rueful grin. “Why?” she asked curiously. “Just what usually happens at club parties; all that whipping gave me an erection,” he said, pulling into the driveway. “Of course, there’s no way you and I… ” he trailed off looking over at her swollen stomach.

“Don’t be silly,” she whispered with a wicked grin. “I still have a mouth.”

As it turned out, the strange feeling Suzanne had at the club party was not premature labor but just a false alarm. Her due date was still five weeks away. Finally, four weeks after the party she really went into labor.

She’d been having strange aches and pains all day but they were fairly mild and not regular. She refused to worry about them, but was awoken in the middle of the night with the first of her hard contractions. She waited through a few of them without waking James. Finally, realizing that they were coming at regular intervals and getting harder, she woke him up.

Suzanne calmly checked her overnight bag to make sure she had already packed everything she needed. She called her doctor’s exchange and told the night operator she was on her way in, then quickly showered, dressed in a loose, but very comfortable, faded blue housedress, and settled back to watch as James ran around the house in a panic. She put an end to his madness when her pains got much harder and closer together, coming at five minute intervals. She told him, in a firm, gentle and ladylike manner, “Cut the crap, Bozo, and drive me to the hospital, now. And I do mean right now!”