if I was getting a few more kisses, it’d be even better.” He leaned over to kiss her. The kiss was both tender and passionate. “Why is it, all I really want to do right now is take you home to bed?”
“Are you tired already?” she asked, with her blue eyes full of mischief. “You must be getting old.”
“If we were near a bed right now, I’d show you how old I’m not getting.” He leaned closer to her and whispered in her ear, “I’d make love to you until neither of us could walk.”
“Why go home?” Suzanne squeezed his hand. “When there’s several bedrooms right here. Maybe we can find an empty one.”
“Good idea, let’s go get naked.” He led her into one of the empty bedrooms and locked the door.
They made love passionately and tenderly, reaching a shattering orgasm together. While they were basking in the afterglow, he gently, almost too gently, spanked her slightly pink buttocks. He finally gave her one hard slap on each cheek and asked her to spank him.
She gave him a sound spanking, in spite of the fact that she kept getting distracted by the urge to kiss and nip his smooth, taut buns. She kept it up until he rolled her over onto her back and took her into his arms, sliding into her once more with a smooth hard thrust. They made love again, fast and hard. This time, as they lay side by side catching their breaths, he cuddled her gently and kissed her forehead and her silky, long hair.
“Suzanne, I love you very much. I can’t picture my life without you,” he said, kissing her gently. “Will you marry me? I need you beside me, always.”
“I love you too, and I want to spend my life with you,” she replied, tears forming in her eyes. “But I have a few questions to ask before I give you an answer.”
“Okay, fire away, what are they?” He sat up in the bed, still holding her tightly.
“First, just to be sure, what kind of marriage do you want? Conventional? Open? Do you know what I mean?” She was afraid that she hadn’t phrased it very well.
“I only want to have sex with you. I mean, I want a monogamous marriage, I’m pretty traditional in that way. But I do want to keep active in the club. Does that make any sense?” he replied.
“Perfect sense. We can spank or be spanked by others but we save our lovemaking for ourselves. It works for me.” She hesitated, and asked him shyly, “My next question is, how do you feel about kids?”
“I want kids, lots of kids, the sooner the better. I love kids,” he paused, then continued seriously, “but we have to keep this side of our relationship away from them. Let them find their own sexual nature, when they’re old enough.”
“Would about seven and a half months be too soon for the first kid?” she asked shyly.
For once, James’ usual intelligence failed him as he questioned before he thought, “But doesn’t it usually take nine months?”
Suzanne laughed so hard that she almost fell off the bed. James finally realized what he had said, and what Suzanne’s question had meant and started to laugh too. He was a wreck, hugging and kissing her, and laughing until his sides hurt and tears ran down his face.
Finally he got control of himself. “Does this mean yes?”
“Yes!” Suzanne kissed him again, and they just laid there, side by side. “It’s a good thing you popped the question tonight. I’m really glad you proposed before I told you about the baby. It makes it seem even more special.”
“So am I, my love.” He kissed her hair. “Now you’ll always know that I’m not marrying you just because of the baby, the little one’s a bonus.” He leaned down and kissed her still flat belly.
They held each other and talked for a long time, planning their future. The club outside was forgotten as they enjoyed the feelings that come from making a life changing decision like the one to get married.
Meanwhile, out in the main room, the spanking play continued. Sherry followed Suzanne’s example and got a spanking from Santa Jerry. Her lover, Clayton, used a wooden paddle on several women with real severity before he got a whipping from a large, middle-aged woman. Sherry watched as he bent over a rail and the middle-aged woman used a riding crop to give him a long slashing and painful beating. When he had all he could handle, he raised himself up. He pulled up his charcoal gray slacks and traded places with the woman. Using the same crop, he gave the woman a tremendous cutting whipping across her fleshy buttocks. He had just finished when he turned and saw James and Suzanne emerging from the private bedroom.
“What’s up you guys? You look suspiciously happy,” he asked, noticing their broad smiles.
“Let’s go over to the bar, we have some exciting news we’d like to share with you,” James said.
They wandered over to a table near the bar, and James got them all some champagne.
“Okay, what’s up?” the ever-curious Sherry asked. “What’s this exciting news?”
“We just decided to get married,” Suzanne answered, her face glowing with joy.
“Great! Congratulations to both of you!” Sherry hugged James, and then Suzanne.
There were hugs and kissed all around. Clay gave Suzanne a friendly, warm hug and kissed her cheek. He topped it off with a friendly but smart slap on the ass.
“Careful!” James yelled, almost in a panic. “She’s pregnant.”
“As if I haven’t been getting spanked all night long,” Suzanne laughed.
“But that was before I knew about the baby,” James was chagrined. Sherry and Clayton were still laughing as the other couple walked away.
Suzanne and James returned to the main part of the party, not really participating in any more spanking games, but visiting with friends and sipping their champagne. They found Jerry and told him their latest news.
“Hey, that’s not fair!” Jerry hugged her. “I saw you first.”
“Yeah, but you already have a beautiful wife,” James reminded him, “and a long happy marriage.”
“Jerry, we want to go home, in fact we have a cab waiting outside. Will you tell Edna for us? And give her our love?” Suzanne asked him.
“I sure will, Lass. Congratulations.” The older man kissed her cheek.
“Goodnight,” Suzanne said as they left.
Jerry remembered back to when he and his wife Edna were expecting their first child. They had seven children now, and four grandkids. Jerry went over to her. She was sitting in a corner talking to one of the other women in the club.
Edna was an attractive lady, plump and gray-haired, with a wise, sweet face, and gentle brown eyes. She had on a plain cranberry knit dress that managed to show off her still beautiful figure. To look at her, a stranger would never believe that she had been spanked fairly harshly by at least three different men at the party, or that she had used a whip with a great deal of vigor on a young stud of about twenty-three. She looked up and saw the grin on her husband’s face.
“Let’s
