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 time to recover!
Michael and Suzanne were escorted into the enclosed garage. They were a funny sight since they were both still naked except 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