Free The Paddle Club: A Fun, Romantic and Erotic Spanking Novel by Susan Kohler Page B

stops for both of them. She was ordered to get up on the bed, on her hands and knees. He lubricated the dildo and worked it up her ass. The dildo was large and long, and as it had with him, caused her some degree of pain, but the sensational orgasm she reached was worth it.
    Then, at the next stop, she knelt down and gave him a hickey on the inside of his thigh. It was such an easy task that it hardly seemed worth it until she made it a very intimate and sensuous experience, letting her mouth stray from his thigh to his abdomen, his balls and his erect cock.
    During the next twisted section of the maze, Sherry remarked, “It’s a pattern you know, a couple of easy stops, a long walk and then, a killer stop!” They turned a corner, “Oh, my God!”
    Just as it had been at the last hard stop, the scene was set up for side-by-side whippings, with two big men waiting. But these huge, burly men were not dressed in formal tuxedos. They were dressed in black with leather masks, just like the outfits worn by medieval executioners! For the first time, the pair could see what implements were there to punish them, a pair of cat o’ nine tails. No shit!
    “Milady, pick a number.” One of the men held out a bowl and Sherry picked out a numbered ball that she handed to him. It was a 5. “Milord, Milady, kindly put your hands into the manacles on the walls!”
    In a few short seconds, they were both chained up and hanging from the walls. Clayton quipped, “At least it’s not our butts again.”
    It was the last joke he made as the lashes of the cat bit into his back! These were not the prop whips used by some S & M enthusiasts, that sting without causing marks or any real pain. Each slash of the cat caused both real pain and welts when it landed on either one of them. They both fought the restraints. They struggled and screamed, until it would have seemed to an outsider that they were in some rather weird competition to see who could squirm the most or scream the loudest. They both got the full measure of their five strokes! The lashes certainly caused welts although, due to the skill of the men, they didn’t draw any blood.
    Again they worked their way along the maze, and once again the stops were quick and painless. Sherry was told to suck his nipples. At 5’4” to his 5’11” her head came to a point just a little above his chest. It was easy for her to bend her head just enough to lick and suck his chest until both his nipples were in tight little buds.
    A little farther along Clayton gave her a big hickey on the inside of her slender thigh. Like her, he had trouble staying focused on his prime objective with his mouth so near to her succulent cunt. He licked and sucked her legs and thighs and began to move towards the tender, moist center of her femininity.
    Suzanne’s voice cut in and she sweetly stopped him. They were told to move along. Her exact and very ladylike phrase was: “Move it or lose it, you two horn dogs!” Sherry waved a fist into the air, yelling, “Damn you, Suzanne!”
    They were both jittery walking along the maze. If the pattern held true to form, they were coming to a killer trap. They were surprised when it wasn’t. Sherry gave Clayton two hard swats, one on each side of his ass, trying in vain to find a spot of skin that wasn’t red already. “This’ll be the bad one!” she said, but Clayton was ordered to kneel in front of Sherry and finger fuck her cunt. He put himself into the task with his usual businesslike efficiency. He gauged exactly how his touch was affecting her by the expression in her eyes. He built her almost to a climax and then backed off, prolonging the sensations. The ever-present voice told them to move along leaving Sherry hanging again.
    “This time it’ll be painful for sure!” Clayton predicted, but instead Sherry was ordered to kneel in front of Clayton and take his cock into her wet, willing mouth.
    She licked the whole area, slowly building his excitement. Then