From the Top Shelf - The Central City Discussion Club, conclusion

Today we conclude Rollin Hand's short story, "The Central City Discussion Club", from his collection of stories published as The Romance of Spanking, Volume 2. Last week we met Julie, who must find a way to enter her uncle's former home and find his hidden will, in order to save her brother's livelihood. She asks Hal, a noted writer of spanking fiction, to take her to a spanking club party that will be held at the mansion so she can retrieve the will. There's plenty of spanky action in this half of the story, so let's get started.

They were greeted at the door by an attractive 40-ish woman in a slinky black dress and invited inside. She said her name was Danielle and she was hostess for the evening. Hal was introduced around as the writer “Ivanhoe” which prompted some name recognition.

“Oh, yes,” gushed one young woman, a voluptuous ‘schoolgirl’ with long red hair. “I loved your ‘Texas Tailblazer’ series with that character, Lash LaRue.

“I stole him from an old black and white western,” said Hal. The series had been popular, stories about a bounty hunter who tracked down wayward females in the old West.

“The way he catches them and then has to tame them, it’s oohh---so sexy,” she said huskily. Julie thought the woman actually batted her eyes at Hal and she felt a pang of jealousy.

Julie hung on Hal’s arm and smiled sweetly. Nearly everyone, it seemed was in costume. There were schoolgirls a-plenty with short tartan skirts, tight white blouses and hair ribbons; there were Dominatrixes in black leather and vinyl leading nearly naked men around on leashes, harem slaves out of Arabian Nights, Greek slave girls in short tunics, Goth girls in black, and of course, cheerleaders in ultra short skirts. She didn’t see Bellino, and her eyes wandered as they moved about the ground floor.

She knew where the will was. It was hidden inside a hollowed out version of “War and Peace” in a second floor study. The question was how to get there, retrieve it and get out without arousing suspicion. Her eyes drifted toward the stairs. Break away now? Slip up there and grab it? Then they could just leave without all the…ceremony to come. As soon as she thought that, Danielle caught everyone’s attention by tapping on an empty glass with a fork.

“All right everyone, It’s time for our meeting. Come on into the gallery.”

The gallery was just that, a long narrow room with paintings adorning the walls. But Hal had to believe that the artwork that adorned the walls had been placed there specially for tonight. Photographs and drawings of various scenes of corporal correction dominated. The party goers paused to admire them as they wandered in. The room had been set up with the evening’s festivities in mind. Hal whistled to himself. Bellino was a serious player. In the center of the long rectangular room there was a pillory, a couch with a large rolled armrest at one end, and a sturdy stool with buckling straps on the legs as well as a trestle and a few armless chairs.

Danielle called everyone to order after a few minutes. She made some announcements then introduced Bellino. Hal had seen him only in newspaper photographs. He was stocky, in his early fifties and fit with wavy but thinning grey hair.

“Well, it’s good to see you all here,” he said. “Tonight, my palace is yours. Indulge and enjoy. As you will see, the upstairs rooms have been fitted with various devices, so feel free the use them. But first, we have some new faces, candidates for membership. They will put on a little demonstration and then the party will be open for play. And as I say to these candidates, remember, tonight you are not at liberty to refuse any reasonable play request. Beyond that, also remember---safe, sane and consensual. I’ll give you back to Danielle.”

Hal and Julie looked at each other. He hadn’t been aware of that part. This complicated things. He was going to somehow have to run interference for Julie so she could retrieve the will.

The skits began. First up were Amber and Rex doing their version of the Hatfield---McCoy feud. No real names, just handles. In their skit, Rex in overalls stood by a trestle, razor strop in hand as his “daughter” dressed in short daisy dukes and a halter top approached. “You stayed out all night with that no good Hatfield,” he scolded. “Now, git up here. I’m gonna tan your little hide good.” The blond, buxom daughter objected, “But Pa, I love him.” And Pa roared back, “I’ll show you love. No McCoy is going to have truck with any Hatfield. Get your britches down, girl, and bend over. I’ll learn you, damn you.” The woman tugged her shorts down, displaying an ample but shapely bottom and bent over the trestle. Her “Pa” delivered a good dozen cracks with the strap that striped her rear cheeks with red welts amid her kicking and howls for mercy. It was lurid and it looked real. Everyone clapped with approval.

“We’ll have to make this look good,” whispered Hal. Julie nodded. The bar looked high.

Next up was a schoolgirl supposedly caught running in the hall. She was told to bend over and flip up her skirt while the ‘principal’, paddle tucked under one arm, peeled down her skimpy panties. The ten paddle swats that followed looked and sounded real. Each one smacked sharply on the schoolgirl’s rear cheeks causing a distinct wobble and eliciting a loud “yeowch!” Her seat was beet red when he finished. The guests applauded lustily.

A severe schoolmarm and a youngish looking man in shorts, blazer and striped tie followed. She was dressed in a severe long black skirt, white blouse with a stiff collar and carried a cane. The premise was that he had been caught spying on the girls through a window. She ordered him to lower his shorts and bend over the stool. He visibly flinched as she tapped her cane on his bare bottom cheeks and scolded him for his misdeed. She ignored his obvious trepidation and administered a rather severe-looking dozen stripes with her whippy yellow cane. He was dancing from foot to foot and screeching lustily by the end of it.

Then their names were called. Danielle announced, “Now Ivanhoe and Maud will present ‘a guardian and his ward’.”

This was it, thought Julie. She walked down an aisle between some chairs at which guests were seated watching the skits. Hal was at the front, standing and pacing impatiently.

“You sent for me, sir?” she asked. She stood with head bowed, trying to look sheepish. That part was easy.

“I have had reports from your tutors, Maud and they are rather distressing. You have ignored their instructions.”

“But sir, it is so boring.” Julie gave it her best schoolgirl pout.

“Nevertheless it is your duty to comply with their wishes and complete all assignments. Since you have not, it is my duty, as your guardian to correct you. Come here Maddy.” Hal sat in an armless chair.

“Oh, sir, please no. Not that.”

“At once, Maddy, or I will be more severe.”

Feigning reluctance Julie moved to Hal’s right side.

“Over my knee, young lady. Perhaps a good spanking on this little bottom will teach you to obey.” Hal slapped his knees.

Julie lowered herself across Hal’s knees. It was silent except for the rustling of her skirts as Hal shifted her, posing her so that her bottom stuck straight up. She blushed as Hal lifted the skirt exposing her frilly panties.

“What is this?” said Hal in mock surprise. “These frilly underthings are indecent!”

“Oh please, sir. I thought they were pretty.”

“Well, they are coming right down, young lady.” Julie gasped as Hal slipped his fingers in the waistband and tugged the little panties down, baring her bottom to the excited gaze of the watching guests. She must be totally red in the face, she thought. This is absolutely, shamefully humiliating. Her bare seat was on display to these strangers. But that was soon the least of her worries. She felt Hal’s hand resting on her bottom, patting the cheeks as if testing their resilience. She gritted her teeth.

Smack! Whap! Crack! Hal’s palm smacked her bottom briskly.

“You must learn a lesson, Maddy,” Hal intoned as he proceeded to deliver a noisy spanking, smacking alternately, left and right cheeks of her bottom, and sometimes hitting directly across her central crease.

Oh! Ow! This stings! She arched her back and fluttered her legs as the smacks fell. Hal settled into a rhythmic tempo, spanking briskly but not overly hard. But it raised the heat in her fanny quite quickly and she could not help but wriggle and kick. She must be showing Hal everything, she thought. Andsomething else was happening. The heat in her bottom had radiated to her sex. She felt herself becoming lubricated. Her breath was coming in short gasps. It was like that time with her boyfriend, even with these people watching. She writhed on his knee, unconsciously generating a delicious friction even as her seat blazed from the crisp smacks that Hal continued to apply. She felt a climax approaching.

Then, abruptly, it stopped. She was in a daze as Hal pulled her to her feet. “Now can you behave, young lady?” Asked Hal sternly.

Her mouth was an open “O” as she gingerly rubbed her blazing seat but she managed to croak out a muffled “Yes, sir” as the guests clapped and whistled in appreciation at the performance. Good grief, she’d almost come.

After that it was open party time. Guests mingled and the new folk were congratulated.

“Very convincing,” said the redhead who’d cornered Hal earlier. “You know, I’ve been very naughty too,” she added with a come hither look. “Why don’t we go upstairs?”

Hal saw a chance to get Julie upstairs so she could hunt for the will. “Why don’t we all three go?” he said. “My naughty ward is still due a bit of the strap for her misdeeds.”

“Oh, I’d like to see that,” she said.

Hal figured Julie could lead the way, find the right room and then somehow he’d deal with the redhead. Julie paused in the hallway upstairs then inclined her head slightly. Hal took the cue. “I’ll deal with her in a minute. Why don’t you and I go in here?” He looked over his shoulder and mouthed “wait for me” as he took the redhead’s arm. The redhead giggled as Hal led her into an adjoining bedroom while Julie slipped into the study.

Now where was it? Julie studied the bookshelves. From next door she could hear Hal and the redhead. There was laughter and smacking sounds and squealing. A pang of jealousy flared---damn, it sounds like he’s having fun. Forget it, Julie, focus. He’s probably into the redhead. A minute later she found it. She pulled out the heavy volume and popped it open. Inside was the red ribbon and scroll. Exactly where Jimmy had said it was. But where to put it? Only one place. She stuffed it down her dress between her breasts, letting it catch in the waist sash. Now to get out of here.

She tiptoed next door and peered in. The redhead was over Hal’s knee. Her skirt was up and her panties were at her knees. She was wriggling lustily as Hal vigorously spanked her voluptuous bottom, the lushly rounded cheeks wobbling as his palm landed repetitively. She was laughing through it all as Hal scolded her in mock severity. The hell with it, she thought. He is having fun. He’ll probably end up screwing her right there on that bed. I’ll walk to the nearest store and call a cab.

She threaded her way downstairs. The party was going all out. Guests were making full use of the rooms, the furniture and the implements that Bellino had thoughtfully provided. It was turning into an orgy.

She made the front porch and was headed down the driveway when a voice accosted her.

“Hey! Where are you going?”

She turned. Oh, God! It was Carl Bellino.

“I, uh…” She didn’t know what to say. He rapidly approached her.

“Come on back. You can’t leave yet.”

Julie hesitated. By that time he had caught up with her. Bellino smiled wickedly.

“Besides, I want to do a little scene with you, sweetheart. You look hot in that dress, babydoll. Inside I have an Edwardian punishment couch that is just perfect for a good strapping.” He saw her panicked expression but forged ahead. “Remember the rule,” he chided. “No refusal on your first night. It’s part of your initiation.” His eyes were hard as he grabbed her wrist.

This was awful. This unpleasant man wanted to do a scene with her. She wasn’t afraid so much of that. Hal’s spanking had been more of a turn on than painful, but what about the will? If it fell out of her dress she was cooked. Bellino was tugging her back inside when a voice rang out.

“Is she being naughty again?”

She turned. Hal was striding quickly toward them.

“So, I turn my back and you are out here? What were you going to do, walk home?” To Bellino he said, “You’ll have to excuse me while I teach this young lady a lesson.” He wrested her from Bellino’s grasp. Bellino was too startled to react. Hal saw a stone bench and sat down. Being careful to encircle her waist, he lifted her over his knees in the time honored spanking position and lifted her dress. While Julie sputtered he tugged her panties down to her knees, baring her pretty cheeks once again.

“I guess I didn’t spank her hard enough the first time,” he said, and launched into a brisk, noisy spanking of her bare bottom, which was still pink. Julie tried not to squirm so much, but it stung more this time. She felt Hal pressing her down securing the will so that it didn’t fall out. He knew it was there, she realized.

Bellino, now that he saw the scene play out, just chuckled and stood back enjoying the spectacle of Hal delivering a real spanking to Julie’s wriggling bottom.

“Ow! Yow! Ahhh!” she bleated, now kicking and squealing for real. Hal’s sturdy palm fell repeatedly, smacking the wriggling fanny hard, reigniting the fire that had subsided. A few guests, drawn by the noise, joined them and they stood around, viewing the scene with amusement.

Hal started to slow down, switching from a brisk tattoo to slow spanks interspersed with rubbing and scolding. “Just what were you doing out here? Where were you going?”

Smack! “I’m sorry, sir. I’m sorry.” Smack! “Oooh!” The spanks landed flush on the crowns of her sit spot, creating fresh waves of stinging heat.

“We’ll leave you two to it,” laughed Bellino as he put his arms around the shoulder of two ladies who were watching and turned to go back inside. “See me back inside,” he said over his shoulder.

Hal kept it up until they had disappeared. Once they were alone he said, “Quick. Let’s go.” He put Julie on her feet and hustled her to the car. “Sorry. I had to create a ruse. I couldn’t let you get dragged back inside. It was the best I could think of on the spot.”

“I know,” she said, grateful for Hal’s concern and his quick thinking. She had thought he was more interested in that redhead, but he had ditched that one and had dashed to her rescue. Ivanhoe, indeed.

* * *

Once home, she unrolled the will. To her astonishment it gave all of the remaining Five Corners property to Jimmy. And to top it off, she had been appointed Jimmy’s conservator to oversee disposition. Wasn’t that going to be a shocker to one Carl Bellino!

“I have a confession to make,” she said sheepishly. “I thought you had abandoned me for that redhead. I was jealous. I sort of stormed out in a jealous snit.”

“You were just going to walk down the road? In that outfit?” Hal was incredulous. His eyes narrowed. “Didn’t I tell you to wait?”

Julie gulped. “Yes. I thought, you know, when you said I never had to see you again that you didn’t want….”

Hal held up his hand. “Julie, stop. Nothing could be farther from the truth. I want to see a lot more of you. A lot more.” His eyes met hers and what she saw she very much liked. “And frankly,” he continued, giving her a sharper look, “for running off like that, you deserve another good spanking.”

That look sent a tingle up her spine, but oddly the threat seemed appropriate. She had been silly and reckless. But right now she very much wanted something else.

“Oooh,” she said with a half smile, half grimace. “Yes, sir. And I’ll pull my own panties down and come willingly across your knee for it. But for tonight….can you please just take me to bed?”

Hal said he could do that.

Do you think the pair will attend more parties at the mansion?