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A Return to Paddles

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In January 2001, when I met Tori for the first time, we had a visit to Paddles, a BDSM club in New York.

A couple of friends were planning to go to Paddles, and since I've never been since that first time, I mentioned it to Tori. She thought it was a good idea, managed to get the rest of our poly family to agree.

Before we even left there were a number of initial problems (food delivery was late - it took 2 hours!, taxi was late) which put me in a really really bad mood. Sigh. Tori was looking really sexy in her catsuit and nice boots, which helped a little :-) The taxi finally arrived and we got to Paddles later than we had expected, around 11:30.

The intial entry didn't look changed, but once inside the club there had been some rearrangement. In particular a section of the "bar" area had been set aside for a vendor area, and other display cases were spread out around the place. They weren't there 4 years ago!

Earlier in the evening had been the monthly OTK Spanking Party, and that may have accounted for a larger number of people present than I remember from before. It may also explain why there were a larger proportion of vanilla dressed people. I think the result was that the club was just slightly overcrowded.

We found the couple that we'd planned to meet. I was distracted and was looking around to see what changes had been made, what toys had been moved, what was available, wondering what Tori might have planned for me. I was so distracted that when the guy greeted me I forgot he was a close contact person who likes hugging, and so merely shook his hand. Ooops! Sometimes I feel like I'm just a hanger-on, and people only greet me because I'm Tori's, but this guy is friendly and makes me feel welcome for myself, and then I do something silly like this. I don't think I offended him, but... oops!

Finally everyone was dressed and ready; Tori had done a quick review of the open play areas, and decided to tie me to an upright rack in the upstairs portion of the club. My leather vest was taken off (she attacked my back with the dreaded Wartenburg Wheel), but my trousers were left on. A little odd, until I realised the toys she was using; a heavy hard wood paddle and a bulletproof plexiglass paddle. Both of these are too rigid to be used at full strength without protection; previously Tori had used rabbit fur inside my underpants, but this time she used the leather trousers for the protection. The resulting impact was very very thuddy indeed, which I like! I could feel some areas becoming tender and I started grabbing various rings on the beam, and stamping my feet to work through the pain. Tori finished by hitting me as hard as she could for 20 strokes (10 each for the times I hadn't shaved in the past two weeks) and had me count them off. Damn, they hurt!

Quite a nice start, really :-)

Later I got shut into the dog cage area, to protect me from being tempted by the ice cream that the rest had ordered (the things Tori does to help my diet!). Just as last time, the bolt on the door couldn't be locked; it didn't close fully. Possibly this is deliberate, just in case of a fire or other emergency, but it does slightly reduce the impact of being shut in there. Having that door padlocked closed would have been fun. In the cage I could hear one guy being tormented badly, and I wanted to see what was going on, but it was out of line of sight and also not visible in any of the mirrors. When Tori had released me, that scene was over. Oh well.

Around now Tori was beginning to get a little annoyed; a number of people were just using the toys as areas to sit on to watch. What is the etiquette here? One person was using a stretching rack (which also happens to be about the only bed with full access to the person tied up) as a seat for her slave to perform foot worship. Yes, a scene... but inappropriate for that toy, and preventing us from using it.

However we still had time, and Tori felt the need to be flogged herself. We found a secluded area. It didn't give much option except for a straight on flogging, but it was sufficient. Unfortunately the two floggers we had with us were too heavy for Tori to handle, so we borrowed a nice light flogger from our friends, and this met our needs perfectly. This was only the second time I've really flogged Tori, and the first time was with a dressing gown belt! My flogging skills are very close to beginner level, but the lightness of the flogger and the limited angles available meant that I think I did an adequate job. Fortunately this time around I knew what to expect in terms of Tori's reactions, so I wasn't overly distressed at causing her pain; I guess that it being the second time in hurting her this much gave me the needed self confidence! It may not have looked pretty but it got the job done, and it appears to have satisfied Tori's needs.

Some cuddling and kissing and aftercare and Tori had recovered, and it was my turn. We had two floggers; a heavy deer-hide flogger, which I'd felt before (it's mostly thud but occaisional sting if the aim is slightly off, or it wraps) and a new heavy rope flogger, brought by a member of our family. Ooh, now that's heavy thud! When I had used it on Tori she said it felt like being punched, and when she used it on me then I could feel the impact quite nicely :-)

Because my arms were loosely above my head and touching the wall in fromt of me I was able to rest my head on my upper arm... and I soon began to drift. I recommend this position for being tied up in! With arms tied in a star shape in a free-standing rack you have to work a lot harder to maintain balance; being able to rest arms on a wall and head on arm allows you to relax a lot more and drift. I stopped reacting to the heavy punches from the rope. I could feel them and could feel the bruises being formed, but I didn't care; it was nice. Even when Tori switched back to the deer-hide and caused a few stings I drifted over them... not sure how long I was in that state, but it seemed longer than I've ever been from a straight flogging. I think I might have been able to outlast Tori's arm, in this situation; she had to call a halt because her arm was beginning to ache. A nice change from most floggings, I came out of this without any tears or any real pain, and didn't need to have any level of aftercare; I was almost bouncy and squeezed and kissed Tori happily. Or maybe that was the endorphins!

Finally, Tori wanted to spank my back side. Annoyingly the same couple were still using the rack/bed, but this time it seemed as if they had finally progressed to making better use of it. Tori went hunting around, but there wasn't really any alternative. Eventually, we decided to use the "bend over" table on the upper level. Not quite what Tori had wanted, but sufficient; some smart use of chains kept me tied down. Before Tori started I let her know that she should check my arse for marks or damage; it was feeling tender. She checked but couldn't see anything (poor lighting didn't help!) but after the first couple of spanks I was jerking a lot more than she expected. She continued with a lighter spanking session than she had initially planned; just enough.

Finally we packed up and went home. This morning she examined me in better lights; she could see one or two small potential bruises on my arse and nothing on my back, although there were a few areas where the skin felt warmer. 20 hours later and my back definitely feels sore and feels as if there is a bruise, and my arse is a little tender to sit on. It doesn't feel any worse than banging into something really really hard. Interesting; this is the first time that anything Tori has done to me has lasted more than a short period of time!

This had been the first time in almost 8 months since Tori had done any serious play with me (and that had had problems) but this time everything seemed to go wonderfully well; Tori tells me she had a good time, and I definitely enjoyed myself! I'm not sure if we need to visit Paddles too often though. Sure, they have a few pieces of dungeon furniture that we don't have, but the crowd and number of voyeurs and annoyances mean that it's a trade off. Maybe once I've bought my house and saved up some money again then I can outfit the basement!