"I said, 'Look. I'll admit I interested. Can I get in on this?'"'
"She replied, 'If the guys know you want in I'm sure they won't object. I certainly won't. I'll tell you what. I'll talk to them and we can see about having an initiation sometime soon."
"When she said that I felt all shivery and also realized I was starting to get wet. For the next couple of days nothing was said about it. That week my uncle and aunt had to go see about some problem with some rental property they owned across the state. So Tom, Allen, and I were left on our own. I think Tom mentioned to them that we might go camping for a couple of days while they were gone and I guess because Tom was nineteen and because they knew that Suzanne would be going with us they thought if would be okay. Anyway, they didn't object. The five of us decided to backpack and spend a couple of nights out, so Tuesday morning we got our packs ready and set out. We headed towards the swimming hole and I guessed we would stop there for lunch and then go on. We did get there just before lunch and as usual stripped down and had a nice swim. As we were lying on the rocks drying, Tom suddenly said, 'I understand you want to join our club?'"
"My mouth went suddenly dry and all I could do was nod. He then said, 'Well in that case I think an initiation is called for. If fact I see no reason it shouldn't be this afternoon.' Don't you agree?'"
"My stomach suddenly felt tied in a knot and I could hardly breathe, much less speak. I nodded again and the four of them stood up and came towards me. Two of them took my arms and we all headed towards the cabin. When we arrived, Tom produced a key from somewhere and opened the padlock on the door. Inside was a fair sized room with a picnic type table and benches, a couple of other benches pushed back along a wall, and a storage cabinet. Ken went to the cabinet and returned with several items. He had a wooden paddle of the type frats use, a wide leather belt, and several bandanas. Tom and Allen went to one corner and returned with a round pole about five feet long and four inches through. It had had all the bark pealed away and looked worn smooth. They also brought a couple of wood contraptions that I can only describe as tripods about three feet high. They placed the tripods about four feet apart in the center of the room and set the pole across them, fastening it in place. I began to see what this was. Suzanne led me to the frame so I was facing it. The pole was just at waist height and I correctly guessed they would want me to bend across it. But I hadn't expected what was next. Suzanne took one of the bandanas and twisted it into a gag which she tied around my head. I could still make some sounds with this in my mouth but I wouldn't be able to really yell very loud. She and Ken then bent me over the bar and used some soft rope I hadn't seen them get to tie may hands to my ankles. Remember we were all still naked after swimming and being bent over like this really exposed my pussy and ass. As I saw Tom pick up the frat paddle I became kind of afraid. Suzanne leaned over and placed a marble in my hand. She said in my ear, 'If it gets to be more than you can handle, just drop this and we'll quit. Remember, we've all done this and I think you'll be surprised how much you like it.'"
"At that moment the idea that I would like this seemed ridiculous, but I was determined that if the others could take it, then so could I. Tom said that the initiation would consist of five swats from each of them followed by five more with the belt and then a final test. This sounded like a lot, but there wasn't much I could do about it. Tom then said I could have a choice. They could begin the initiation swats immediately or I could have a few easier strokes to warm me up first, but these wouldn't count towards my total. The choice was mine. Did I want the warmup? I thought about it for a few seconds. While I didn't relish any more spanks than I had to have, I felt sure they would be easier to take after I was a little more used to them. I nodded that I wanted the warmup."
"The first stroke landed straight across my bare ass, but it wasn't hard enough to do more than sting slightly. I felt a warm glow begin to form as the blood flowed to the abused area. The next stroke was slightly harder but still didn't really hurt. They gave me about a dozen and a half, several of them with the doubled leather belt. By the last they were definitely stinging but the accompanying warm glow was also having an effect. Tom then began the hard strokes. These were much harder and really hurt. I cried out but was muffled by the gag. Allen followed Tom laying his strokes at a slightly different angle. Ken and Suzanne each added their five to the total, counting each stroke. When I had taken all twenty I was allowed a minute to rest before they continued with the belt. They each used the belt doubled over. This gave it enough thickness to really propel it and left it flexible enough to wrap right around my ass and hips to really sting. When these were finished I was crying but was pleased that I had never seriously considered dropping the marble. But I still had the 'final test', whatever that was, to go. Tom then showed me a freshly cut willow switch about three and a half feet long and tapering from a half to a quarter inch. Inwardly I cringed at the thought. It looked so smooth and flexible I knew it would hurt incredibly. Tom said that each of them would deliver one stroke. Four strokes I could probably take. Besides, I was beginning to feel pretty turned on from the previous swats. I had been afraid they were each going to give me another five each. Tom struck first, laying a line of fire horizontally across the lowest part of my ass. I screamed into the gag. Never had I felt anything like that! Allen laid his parallel to the first just slightly higher and it hurt every bit as much as the first. Ken's was slightly higher still and afterwards I could feel three distinct bands of fire running across my bottom. Finally Suzanne took the switch and raised her hand. If I thought this one might not be so bad because she was a girl, I couldn't have been more wrong. She laid her stroke diagonally across the first three with a force that took my breath away!"
"They let me stay tied and bent over the bar for another minute or two until I had calmed down. The gag was then removed and my wrists untied. As I stood I felt all the strokes again as the skin relaxed. I ran my hands over my backside, feeling the heat and the welts from the switch. I also felt a trickle of moisture between my legs and was astonished to realize that the beating, however much it had hurt, had also turned me on. Tom came up to me and gave me a small hug. 'Welcome to the club,' he said. Each of the others followed suit even including Suzanne. I had never before been hugged by a naked girl (and only one naked man) and was again surprised by the sensation."
"Ken then said, 'I expect you would like to get a little even with us. Right? Well you can give each of us five with either the belt or paddle.' With that he went to the bar, bent over, and grabbed his ankles."
"I decided not to waste any time and, remembering how it felt, picked up the belt and wrapped it around my hand. I then proceeded, with the encouragement of the other three, to place five hard strokes directly across Ken's ass, leaving a series of red stripes. Each of them in turn took their place while I delivered their five. Lastly Suzanne came up to the bar. 'I gave you that last switch. We call it baring the gate because the welts look like a barred gate. I know that last one really hurt so you can give me ten strokes instead of five.'"
"I could tell from the way she was breathing that the idea excited her and I had to admit it excited me too. So I didn't hesitate or hold back and delivered ten really hard strokes causing her to cry out with each."
"When I finished I looked around. The three guys were all sporting long, hard erections and Suzanne had her fingers on her clit by the time she stood up. I didn't need any more invitation and put my own fingers to good use. For several minutes we were all lost in our own pleasure and in watching the others pleasure themselves. The guys soon came and I watched as they spurted through their climaxes. This was another new experience for me - actually seeing a man come. Suzanne and I each managed to make ourselves come twice and I noticed the boys watching intently in appreciation."
"We went back in for another swim and to cool off and after we dried in the sun went ahead and got dressed. We decided to spend the night there and after supper just spread our sleeping bags in the clearing."
"For the rest of the summer the 'Spanking Club' met three or four times a week. There wasn't anything formal but we almost always ended up in the clearing. Occasionally we'd go to some other location, but the clearing was our favorite. Usually all five of us were there, but sometimes only three or four could make it. We usually used the paddle and belt, but sometimes we'd try other things: a strap or switch or such. Once a couple of days after the five of us had watched some grade B video about pirates, Ken produced a homemade cat-of-nine-tails. He had taken nine leather strips about a quarter inch across and fastened them to a foot and a half wooden handle. We all got a chance to feel the effects. We found the best way was with the victim either tied to a tree or with his or her hands tied above them to a branch. Mostly the spanking was on the ass, but we tried the cat on backs as well. Once Suzanne and I discussed what it might feel like to be whipped on the tits with it, but we never had nerve enough to try. The spankings always turned us on and were always followed by a hot masturbation session. Sometimes, as they say, the feeling was mutual. The guys would finger us to orgasm and we would jerk them off. But nothing ever went any further."
"At the end of the summer I went home and back to school. Twice that fall I tried to get a boy to play spanking games with me, but both of them seemed to think I was really strange and maybe too kinky to be normal. Neither wanted to even try. I began to get the feeling that maybe I really was odd. It did, after all, seem pretty strange to think that pain should be a turn on. Anyway after those two unsuccessful attempts, I stopped trying. The next couple of summers I didn't make it back to my aunt and uncle's and haven't seen any of the other four since. I still daydreamed about spanking games, but never tried any with anyone. I did find that sex was better than those first couple of tries. Probably because I found some boys who knew more what they were doing. After I got here last fall I met Brad and one time he swatted me on the bottom and I must have reacted favorably because he asked if I liked it. We soon added some of that to our play and I came to find out that I really wasn't the only one: there were others who enjoyed that kind of thing. He introduced me to the club and you know the rest."
