for Michael’s shoes and socks, and Suzanne’s stockings and garter belt, and of course the multitude of welts and bruises both of them wore on their buttocks and legs.
The club members walked along behind them and looked at the red blotches on both of their bottoms. They discussed the two prospective members quietly amongst themselves. When the group reached the limo, James made one additional announcement.
“I’m sorry to announce that you have been blackballed, Michael.” James smiled, not looking sorry at all. He turned and smiled warmly at Suzanne, “However, you have been accepted, Suzanne. Welcome to the Paddle Club. We are honored to have you join us.”
“She can’t join without me!” Michael protested loudly, “and I wouldn’t join this bunch of losers if you paid me.”
“Then it’s a good thing we don’t want you,” James said coldly.
“Suzanne, come with me,” Michael barked. “Now!”
“Shut up Michael!” She snapped surprising him into silence, before turning to James. “I’m very honored that you have accepted me,” Suzanne continued, although she was still not really sure if she wanted to participate in the club.
She would decide later, she thought; maybe even attend a regular party where she wasn’t the victim of the day, just to see how it went.
Michael was torn in two; he wasn’t sure whether he felt insulted or glad to be rejected. He really hadn’t liked being whipped! All he ever wanted to get from attending the initiation was an excuse to whip and torment Suzanne. He sighed philosophically to himself; at least he would still be able to torment Suzanne. Imagine her ordering him around that way, telling him to shut up! And what about keeping his whipping a secret from him? He would get revenge, and he would get it on that bitch’s bare backside.
The chauffeur, Jerry, opened the limo door and Suzanne got in. Her dress and Michael’s rented tuxedo were folded into two neat piles, waiting on the back seat.
As Michael started to get in Suzanne said very sweetly, “I really think I’m going to like the club, now that the initiation is over.” Mentally, she had her fingers crossed. “I do want to thank you for bringing me, Michael, but I have finally realized something. I don’t love you anymore. In fact, I don’t even like you anymore. Please find another way home.”
“Suzanne!” Michael protested. “I brought you here!”
“And you’ll leave me here,” she replied calmly. “Contrary to your belief, I am not stupid. I will never let myself be alone with you again. You’ve changed since we met. You are now a cruel and hateful man, who wants revenge for doing to you what you wanted to do to me.”
“Suzanne! No! I love you,” Michael protested, knowing that she was right. “I would never want to hurt you. How could you even think such a thing?”
Suzanne ignored him and turned to face James. That’s when she got the biggest shock of the night. When their eyes met it was stunning! It was as if there was an electric current flowing between her and James. Everything and everyone else faded out of her consciousness.
In a soft, shaky voice she said, “James, would you be so kind as to escort me home?”
She threw Michael’s tuxedo unceremoniously out the car door. It landed on an oil spot.
Sounding equally stunned, James replied, “I’d be honored to escort you.” He gave her a big, warm smile as he got into the limo beside her.
“I’ll be back,” Jerry said curtly, and before anyone could react, he picked up Michael’s tuxedo and got into the limo.
Jerry started the limo and they drove away. The other members soon drifted off. Michael was left standing there waiting all alone. Until Jerry returned he was stranded and naked. Now, at last, he was no big shot. Not at all.
Sitting comfortably on the plush cushions, James looked at Suzanne. “I know it’s too soon for me to say this, way too soon, because I realize that you are a lady in every sense of the word. I want you to know I would really like to make love with you, but maybe when we get to know each other a little better,” he smiled gently, “if that’s what you want.”
She searched his smiling face, remembering how kind and reassuring he’d been all through the meeting, even when he was whipping her. She looked at him long and hard, silently, as she made her decision.
“I’m glad you think I’m a lady, James, I do try to be one,” she said with a soft smile, “but I’m not so ladylike that I would deny us both something wonderful. I don’t want to wait and get to know you better; that will come. I just want to make love to you, right here and now.”
He looked a little bit surprised, and very glad. “I can hardly wait to get you home.”
She looked around and found the button that slid the one way glass up between them and Jerry. “Why wait?” The question managed to sound both innocent and mischievous at the same time.
In front, Jerry was very much aware of exactly why the glass was up and he was secretly delighted. He turned some soft music on and hummed to himself, thinking of his own sweet wife at home. She had skipped the meeting, which was unusual for her because an old friend of hers was visiting from out of town. Jerry knew that most of the club members would be shocked if they knew what he planned to do to his wife and with his wife when he got home. He would make love to her in many ways long into the night. In spite of his age, Jerry was not old. Neither was his wife.
In the back seat, with a move that surprised James, Suzanne unzipped his pants and took him into her mouth. After several moments she took her mouth away from him.
“I want you inside me,” she said looking up at him with her wet mouth.
She moved quickly and sat straddling his legs. With James guiding her, she lifted herself up and came down on his cock. James reached up to fondle her large breasts, while she moved up and down on him, driving him wild. It was fast and furious as they reached a frenzied orgasm together. In the afterglow, James took care of her, holding her on his lap and gently rubbing some lotion over her still tender bottom. The red was already fading to pink, except for a few dark blotches.
As they cuddled gently, she looked at him and said, “You were the only person at the meeting who didn’t have a whipping tonight, from either of us. Don’t you like to be the one on the receiving end?”
“It depends on my mood. Usually I’m a top but once in a while I love to be a bottom. Tonight was different, however, as the host, I was too busy. I wanted to make everything as good for you as possible, especially with that dumb jackass around. God! I’m so glad you dumped him!” He nibbled her ear.
“I should hope so, after the sex we just had!” She kissed him hungrily, and quipped, “I just hope I didn’t blow my image as a lady when I blew you.”
“You’re always a lady,” James said sincerely, his hands firmly but not cruelly grasping her behind.
“Even with your cock in my mouth?” she asked with a grin and wink.
“Especially with my cock in your mouth.” He kissed her before asking the question that had plagued him all night. “Suzanne, why were you with that jerk in the first place? How could you have loved him?”
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