The Paddle Club: A Fun, Romantic and Erotic Spanking Novel

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pubic hair, very near his painfully erect cock. Abandoning the ice cube in its intimate position, she picked up the feather. She used it to tickle the soles of his feet and brought it up his legs slowly, until at last she began to tease his balls.
    Finally with the ice in one hand and the feather in the other, she turned her attention to his cock. She drove him out of his mind. Right up until the voice ordered her to stop, as usual just short of his orgasm. It took Clayton an almost superhuman effort to drag himself off the bed and continue on down the path! Again, they heard a few moans and screams off in the distance, and closer to themselves, the ghostly-disembodied laugh. They both began to wonder, was this a trend or the calm before the storm? When they came to the next trap they found out. There it was, a padded whipping bench.
    Sherry was ordered to roll the die, and call out the number before she allowed herself to be strapped down over the bench. Sherry rolled a lucky 7, and after putting herself into position, took seven very hard cuts of the birch. Clayton put strong wrist action into each cut. Every slash made a whistling sound as it went through the air. SWOOSH! Every slash brought a scream from Sherry. She was loud! Her screams broke the sound barrier. Strangers on the street, who had no idea that the Maze existed were looking around for fire trucks and ambulances; she was very loud indeed!
    It was Clayton’s luck that it was Sherry’s turn to use the tawse on him next. His luck that he pulled number 15 from the fishbowl. This would not be a good day for him to go to the racetrack. When you’re hot you’re hot, but the common phrase was taking on a whole new meaning of its own on his butt! She used the tawse with a ruthless efficiency, giving him the fifteen blows, with slow, heavy swings. She was careful to make sure that none of the blows were any softer or easier than the rest.
    Again there were two easy stops in the maze. For the first, he was ordered to suckle her full, round breasts. He sat on a chair in front of her and she straddled his legs, lowering herself until her breasts were level with his mouth. He laved her nipples with his tongue, moving from one to the other. He began to suck on her right breast, causing her legs to buckle so that she had to lock her arms around his neck to keep herself in place. He moved to the left breast, giving it the same tender treatment.
    Then, for the next stop, he was ordered to lie on the bed while she tongued his buttocks and asshole. She threw herself into the work, using her tongue and teeth all over his backside and moving slowly closer to her target. Finally, she did something she had never done before and used her tongue to tease his anus. Clayton was wild! Good stuff! Enjoyable! Even better, painless! Surprisingly, Sherry was a little squeamish about using her mouth on his anus, but the voice, when it asked her to stop, told her to look into a small drawer on the stand beside the bed. In the drawer, there was a supply of small trial size bottles of disinfectant mouthwash. Sherry laughed, but she put the small bottle to good use.
    They had a long twisting walk to the next trap. They turned a corner and then stopped in their tracks as they saw what awaited them: side-by-side whipping benches and two large men, impeccably dressed in white tie and tails. There were no visible, shall we say, weapons. The scene was so unexpected that they both laughed, but only for a split second.
    When they were both strapped down next to each other, the men stood behind them and began to swat Sherry and Clayton alternately on their butts with some long, heavy, wooden paddles. They got six swats apiece, each one laid on with a heavy, hard swing.
    Six swats may not seem like a very large number, but on already red, sore asses, they were enough. More than enough. Sherry and Clay were untied, and with shaky legs they set off down the path again.
    Once more there were fairly easy

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