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 you going to bring her here so we can meet her?” Suzanne asked, with a grin. “I want to tell her all your dirty little secrets.”
“I’ve wanted to but she’s been reluctant, or maybe afraid to come,” Alan told her. “She just keeps saying that maybe she’ll come someday but not now.”
“Maybe she’s just not into spankings, not everyone is you know,” Suzanne said calmly.
“I realize that. I don’t expect her to take part in anything; I told her that, but she could still come and meet some of the members,” Alan said softly. “After all, you guys are all my best friends.”
“Then have a party outside of the club and invite some of us. We’ll get to meet her on safe, neutral ground.” She gave him a devilish grin. “We may even be on our good behavior.”
“I’ll set it up.” He hugged her and walked away. “My birthday is coming up soon. Thanks Suzanne, you’re a genius.”
“Remind me to give you a birthday spanking,” Suzanne said as she walked away, “a really good one.”
“As if you would ever forget,” Alan laughed.
Suzanne went to find James. A middle-aged woman had just spanked him, and as usual, the smart spanking had made him horny. He handed Suzanne a glass of Cold Duck, and slapped her on the butt.
“Having fun?” he asked, grinning
