other than pain. It was almost a sexual excitement.
The young man handed the cane off to the next person in line who happened to be the chauffeur, Jerry. Again, he preferred a paddle so he put the cane down and spent a few moments selecting a paddle. It gave her a short respite. Jerry paddled her about a dozen strokes smartly but almost playfully, not really very harshly. Suzanne almost enjoyed them. He put down the paddle and moved off.
After five people had given her spankings, she began to feel tired and numb. James was watching her carefully; abruptly he gave a silent signal and immediately the rest of the people waiting in line pulled back and the spanking was stopped.
There was a short pause, then just as she began to relax, it was Michael’s turn. Michael gave her four final and hard, devastating blows with a large, wooden paddle. The surface of the paddle was about 10” x 4”, it was about an inch thick and there was a six-inch handle. Each blow made a loud, sharp crack as it landed. Few people failed to notice that the crack of the paddle as it landed on Suzanne’s round, firm ass was almost drowned out by her loud, high-pitched yells.
The paddle did indeed make a lot of noise as it landed on her bare bottom but it was made of light wood, and didn’t hurt as much as it sounded like it would. The paddle didn’t draw any blood but it stung and made her already sore buttocks throb and hurt terribly.
As Michael began to swing the paddle a fifth time, James caught his hand in a firm grip and took away the paddle. “That’s enough!”
The ordeal was finally over.
James unfastened her and led her over to the love seat. He told her to lie on her stomach while he gently rubbed a soothing balm all over her backside. Then he put a cold, damp cloth on her bottom, which was red and blotchy. After he finished tending to her he gave her a glass of cold champagne.
“I don’t know whether to drink this or to pour it on my ass,” she quipped weakly.
“Drink it.” James smiled. “It really does work much more effectively taken internally. By the way, your butt has a lot of very interesting colors to it. It looks very pretty.”
“Gee, thanks a lot.” Suzanne sipped her champagne.
“I want to fuck her now!” Michael said, coming over to stand beside James, “While she’s still really sore! Get in the room, Suzanne.” He pointed to one of the bedrooms.
“I’m sorry, Michael,” James interjected sternly, “but you’ll have to wait. The initiation isn’t over yet.” There was a trace of hidden delight as he told Michael, “The best is yet to come. Let’s sit down while Suzanne recovers for a moment.”
“You mean she’s got more coming to her?” Michael was excited, “Great! I can hardly wait.”
“I’m sure you’ll enjoy the remainder of the evening,” James told the older man, smiling coolly. “In fact, I can guarantee it.”
Chapter Three A Surprise Initiation
Before the meeting proceeded any further there was another round of drinks and socializing. Some of the club members walked over to talk to Suzanne and see how she was doing. They seemed so gentle and concerned for her that Suzanne was surprised and touched. When the drinks were served, once again Michael got an extremely weak cocktail.
Suzanne, who was still naked for some reason, was not embarrassed a bit by her nudity. She was about to get up from the love seat to go and get herself a drink, but James offered to wait on her. He brought her some more cold champagne.
After the refreshments and a short pause, James made another announcement, the one that was a complete surprise for Michael. Surprise is far too weak a word for it; this came as a total shock, and not a pleasant one. Not pleasant at all.
“Well Michael, it’s your turn to undress and assume the position over the whipping bench,” James ordered sternly, in a voice that brooked no refusal, “NOW!”
James had not liked this man from the moment he’d first spoken to him. To him Michael was a not a spanko, he was an abusive jerk. James had long since decided to teach the older man a lesson. The club rules were that all spankings were voluntary but James decided not to mention that to Michael. What he was doing was against the club rules but a man had to do what a man had to do.
Michael looked around the room with fear in his eyes and he immediately saw two things: First, he really had no choice but to comply. There were too many strong men in the room and they were all more than willing to help strap him down forcibly, and second, Suzanne wasn’t at all surprised. She had known somehow what was in store for him and she had not even warned him.
Michael sent her a look filled with so much anger and hatred that it made her realize she was in very real danger from him. She would have to find a way to avoid being alone with Michael. That may be hard to do, she thought, since he had a key to her house. Suddenly she was very afraid.
Along with her fear, a fury of her own began to build up within her. She was angry at Michael’s idea that it was great fun for her to be publicly whipped but apparently not as much fun to be whipped himself. WIMP! She began to long for the feel of the paddle in her hands, but she was careful to keep her feelings hidden.
“James, I want to be the one to strap Michael down,” she volunteered softly, getting to her feet very slowly.
Her voice was very sweet and gentle, just as gentle as she was when she fastened the straps so very tightly to Michael’s ankles, wrists and hands.
“Ouch! Damn it woman! That hurts!” Michael protested, “You stupid cow, you’ve fastened the straps much too tight. Loosen them, now!”
“Calling me a stupid cow is a very strange way to get me to loosen them, Michael,” she said very coldly. “So I’ll have to decline.”
“You stupid bitch!” Michael yelled, the veins in his neck standing out, “I’ll get you for this!”
Ignoring the outburst, James gave Michael the first dozen strokes with the cane and they were much harder cuts than the ones he had given Suzanne. They were very severe cuts indeed. Next in line were all the members who had not been able to cane Suzanne before James decided her whipping had to be stopped. These members took turns using the cane to whip Michael’s ass. They all whipped Michael severely. He fought the straps and screamed much louder than Suzanne had! He shouted everything except the code word!
James smiled to himself; it was unfortunate for Michael that no one bothered to tell him the code word. It was also unfortunate for Michael that he had such tough skin. Before Michael finally started to bleed all the members, even some who had whipped Suzanne, had a chance to whip Michael too. And for some strange reason, they all wanted to whip Michael and whip him hard.
Finally, Suzanne’s turn came to use the paddle on Michael and she was utterly without mercy. She never realized that she was given a different paddle to use; it looked the same but it was made of much heavier wood. This time James did not stop the beating at a measly four blows. He let Suzanne give Michael a full dozen harsh smacks!
The moment Suzanne finished using the paddle on Michael, the club was declared adjourned. Michael did not get any soothing balm put on his wounds or a cool cloth, or any cold and refreshing champagne. For that matter, he did not even get any
