Here's another story from the dusty archive. The author is unknown, but you might say I co-authored this one because of the rather extensive editing. No matter. This is an old fashioned type of story, an archetype really, but I've found that folks tend to like these retro-spank all action tales that you'd have been likely to find in pamphlet form in some 42nd street hole-in-the-wall in the 60's.
Art by Paula Russell
The Bizarre Club
Ann thrilled as the car crossed the Golden Gate Bridge and headed for the
mountain top mansion of Mrs. Paul Stoddard in Marin County. She was going to
attend a meeting of the Bizarre Club! Her two friends, Helen and Lorraine were
members and she had heard them discussing the monthly meetings in hushed
When Ann had asked to join, Helen had replied, "you'd probably be
shocked to the depths of your conventional little soul."
But, Ann had pleaded. "Didn't you say that Marshall Bettis, the producer belongs? And some other Hollywood bigwigs too?" It could do wonder for her career, to get noticed. Marshall Bettis the laconic Southern boy wonder. She’d sure like to meet him.
"Yes, I've seen him and I've seen Herman Swartz, too. And you could probably meet them. But you'd have to be prepared to take the heat, so to speak" said Helen with a knowing smile.
Ann didn't care. So what if there were kinky goings on? They were all kinky in Hollywood. That was where the power was.
Then two days ago, Helen had called her and said there was an opportunity for
tonight. Ann didn't know all about the club yet, but she did know that the
members attended the dance and buffet supper in underclothes. Four members
chosen by some game gave spankings to four other members. The idea simply
"You know Ann, if you get the low card, you'll have to take your spanking. " Helen told her.
"Me? Spanking?" Yes, definitely not Kansas any more. She’d had thought she’d just watch. No, said her friends. Anybody who attended was at risk. That’s what made it so outrageous.
"Have you ever been spanked?" Lorraine asked.
"Not since I was ten years old," Ann laughed, "I got a party dress muddy."
"Lorraine was unlucky two months ago," Helen said, "She got the razor strap."
“Razor strap! My goodness!” said Ann covering her mouth.
"And I couldn't sit down for three days! I'm not kidding," Lorraine rubbed her bottom remembering it. "But the odds are less than one chance in ten, didn't you say?"
"Yes dear," Helen answered, "But before you agree to go, remember there is that chance.
Ann nodded. She’d risk it. Just think, she could rub elbows with movers and shakers in Hollywood.
"What will I wear?" Ann asked.
"That's up to you," said Lorraine, "as long as you wear the authentic underwear or sleeping garment of today or the past, you can be as modest or as daring as you choose"
Ann decided to be modest, at least for the first meeting. She had chosen ski
underwear, a long sleeved shirt and ankle length drawers of fireman red.
Underneath, she wore a white elastic bra and petal pink panties. Helen was
wearing a white lacy bra, a white panty girdle, stockings and a full crinoline
petticoat of white nylon mesh adorned with blue ribbons. Lorraine was the most
daring of the three with rose colored nylon baby doll pajamas. But even these
were double layer nylon and quite opaque.
The girls dressed at Helen's house in Sea Cliffe, and drove to the meeting in
their costumes. "What if we get a flat tire, right where the traffic is heavy?"
"There will be a terrible traffic jam when we get out of the car," predicted Helen
with a laugh.
But they arrived at Mrs. Stoddard's huge mountain top house without mishap. All
the members wore black masks, and used only first names in introductions. The
men wore either undershorts and tee shirts or pajamas. The girls though, wore a
wide variety of costumes. A number of the girls, like Ann, had elected to keep
their costumes on the modest side. There was one girl in pink snuggles, vest and
knee length panties; another in pink cuddly pajamas. Then one girl wore a pink
vest and bloomers which were authentic 1928 items of lingerie. Another wore a
camisole and frilly ankle length cotton pantalettes which were real Scarlet
Most of the girls either wore slips or petticoats with a girdle or panty
underneath, or else wore foundation garments. There were six including Helen, in
their slips. Mrs. Stoddard wore a bright red girdle and matching bra. Another girl wore a white
old fashioned girdle and bra outfit, making a cute combination. And finally a large
woman, in her mid thirties, named Donna, wore a black all in one corset.
On the more daring side, there were three girls in just bra and brief nylon
panties. Two girls wore nightgowns, one champagne ankle
length, one white printed waltz length, both quite sheer. One wore ankle length
blue nylon pajamas, while two had followed Lorraine's lead, wearing the blue and
white matching bloomer style panties worn by a girl named Phyllis. Ann noted that the
less a girl wore, the more men she attracted. But neither she nor Helen lacked for
dancing partners. And, best of all she had met and spoken with Marshall Bettis himself. She was in fact hurrying back from a restroom break when the music stopped.
It was midnight, and Mrs. Stoddard in her red girdle and bra
called the meeting to order. "First, for the benefit of our newcomers, I'll
review how the game is played. The red cards represent girls, the black cards
boys. The first deal is four cards and determines how many will be girls. If
four black cards come up, then four boys get spanked, and four girls do the
spanking. If two red, two black, then two of each get walloped. "
"The second deal in which everyone present gets a card, determines who the lucky
and unlucky parties are. If the girl gets a black card or a boy gets a red card,
then they are automatically eliminated, either for giving or getting a spanking.
Only girls with red cards or boys with black cards are considered. If the
Previous deal said 3 boys and 1 girl get spanked, then the three girls with the highest
cards do the spanking, the girl with the lowest card gets spanked The boy with
the highest card has the delightful privilege of warming the young lady, while
the three boys with the lowest black cards suffer. "
"Now, on the third deal, the four doing the spanking each gets a card
determining how many spanks. The rule is 10 spanks for each spot on the card. A
deuce, 20; a ten, 100; and ace high, 140. The final deal, each victim selects a
card to establish the spanking weapon. I'll run through the list, 2-bedroom
slipper, 3-yardstick, 4-kiddie paddle, 5-ping pong paddle, 6-hairbrush,
7-bathbrush, 8-plywood paddle with holes, 9-razor strap, 10-willow switch,
jack-riding crop, queen-flexible cane, king-martinet, ace-birch rod."
"Old business first. You'll remember last month Barbara was extremely
unfortunate. Her partner cut a queen for 120 spanks. Then she cut an ace, the
birch rod. Mrs. Stoddard held up an ominous bundle of supple birch twigs, wired
together). The committee allowed her to take only half her dose, and postpone the
other half until tonight. Babs, will you stand up, and after our selection of
candidates for tonight, come up the dais. And Phillip, please do the same."
Barbara and Phillip stood up. She was a very pretty dark haired girl, about
23, wearing a bouffant powder blue crinoline petticoat, white bra, and some
unidentifiable underthings beneath; she looked pale. Phillip was a slim boy
about the same age in white shorts and undershirt.
"Very well, now for tonight’s selection. " Mrs. Stoddard selected a deck of cards, gave them to a gentleman to shuffle, another to cut, then she dealt four cards off the top of the deck. Ann saw there were two hearts, one diamond and one club. "Well," said Mrs. Stoddard, "One gentleman and three young ladies.
Let's find out who they are." Mrs. Stoddard shuffled, gave the pack to be cut to
another girl, then began to deal presenting the card face down. As each person
received the card, they turned it face up and called it out. It seemed to Ann
that the boys were getting red cards and the girls black.
Then a girl named Billie who was wearing only bra and briefs, little yellow
ones, turned over her card and said in a lost little voice, "2 of diamonds.
"Well, she'll be one for sure. Al, a tall good looking boy with a blonde crew
cut received the deuce of clubs. Second victim. Then a short, young man turned
up an ace of spades. " Jerome, will you pair off with Billie?" Mrs. Stoddard
said. Next the lady named Donna drew the king of hearts and with the two red
aces out, Mrs. Stoddard paired Donna and Paul, the unlucky boy.
Ann's heart beat faster as her turn approached. Lorraine had a black card. Helen
got low so far. Ann took up her card, looked in horror, "Four of diamonds!' She
then realized how few cards were left. She saw Marshall, standing near her, cut the queen of spades. And a stocky balding man leered as he got the king of clubs. "The three of hearts
is out," whispered Helen. There were four cards left. Two men, two girls to
select. Helen and Ann watched desperately. For Helen, it decided whether or not
she would be spanked. For Ann, hoping desperately that Helen was wrong, it would
decide whether or not the leering character in grey silk pajamas
would have her to spank. He was looking over at Ann, mentally stripping off her
long woolen under drawers, she feared.
Then Phyllis, the girl in the chemise nightie, turned up her card, the three of
hearts. Very quickly the other cards were run out. "All right, now we have
selected our players. May I have all of you up on stage, paired off as follows;
Phillip and Barbara, from last week; Donna and Paul; Jerome and Billie; Murray
and Phyllis; Marshall and Ann, one of our new girls." Ann's knees were trembling. Meeting Marshall Bettis had been great but now he was going to spank her?
"Very well, the spankees will now draw cards. " They selected, and Ann
looked at her card, 3 of spades, she couldn't recall what that meant. "All
right, here is our program, Phillip spanks Barb, 60 with the birch. Donna spanks
Paul, 40 with the martinet. Jerome spanks Billie, 80 with the kiddie paddle.
Murray spanks Phyllis, 90 with the bath brush. And, Marshall spanks Ann, 70 with the
drilled plywood paddle. We'll be ready in about 10 minutes."
Mrs. Stoddard examined each girl's costume. She then ordered Paul to put on a
French Maid's costume, in which all the boys were spanked. Barbara was ordered
to lower her panties and girdle. Billie and Phyllis were okay as is. She asked
Ann if she was wearing pants underneath. Ann to frightened to speak, nodded and
was told to remove the ski undie trousers.
The staging was very effective. All the lights in the ballroom were turned out.
On the stage, a low light shone over each couple, a spot light played over the
couple engaged in spanking.
Babs was lying over the arm of a love seat, her
panties twisted around her ankles, her blue girdle hugging her knees and her
frilly blue petticoat pulled tightly across her bottom. Phillip began with the
severe birch rod. The girl danced and bucked, yelling each time the twigs
licked her bottom like tongues of flame. While Babs was suffering, Ann, minus
her ski undie bottoms, was lying across Marshall's lap, tensely waiting. She was
too frightened to speak. Marshall whispered, "You sure are going to have a fine
shine on your pretty sit-me-down, Ma'am."
"Could you take it easy? Please?" Ann whispered desperately.
"Reckon that wouldn't be sportin’, Ma'am. Be glad you ain't getting the cane,
that's what my Poppy used to use on me."
When Babs had received 40 her petticoat was raised, since according to custom
the last 20 were given on the bare. Ann was shocked to see the wake of the
birch, no wonder the poor thing is writhing so, she thought apprehensively.
Finally, Phillip finished, but Babs was forced to lie as she was until the
remainder of the program was ended.
Next, Donna, looking every inch the dominant female, began to use the martinet
on Paul, who had been turned into a very cute French Maid. The martinet had a
wooden handle from which dangled nine tough leather strips. Donna raised the
silly little short black skirt and starched white petticoat, showing the full
length black mesh stockings, frilly black round garters, and little white
ruffled nylon bloomers. Donna cracked the martinet and Paul flinched each time,
but didn't cry out until the 15th stroke. Then he began to yell out, and Donna
seemed to renew her efforts, after the 20th stroke, she pulled the little
panties down and continued on the bare. Paul moaned, yelled and pleaded. Soon
Donna reached 40, and Mrs. Stoddard signaled a halt.
Next Jerome paddled Billie, the light kiddie paddle landed with a loud slap, but
surely didn't hurt as much as the birch or martinet. Yet, Billie began to squeal
at the first stroke, and began to kick wildly as Jerome's paddle struck the seat
of the maize pants. When Jerome delivered 60 to the sobbing girl, he slipped
down her little panties in spite of her protests. Ann could see that Billie was
nicely reddened, although the spanking didn't compare in severity with Babs' or
Now it was Murray's turn, Phyllis looked adorable as he spanked her with the long
handled bath brush. She tried to be a heroine, and remained silent until
the 20th stroke (Ann prayed she's be able to hold out as long), but then she
burst into tears. Murray continued spanking, teasing her about being a Momma's
girl as he brought the brush down with an emphatic smack on the well rounded
bottom. Ann thought, well, at least I didn't draw that creep. Her partner said
nothing, held the paddle ready in his right hand as he held Ann gently in place
over his knee with his left. Finally Murray took down Phyl's pants; murmuring
suggestive remarks about her "Cute little fanny" and as Ann counted the last 20,
she knew her turn was fast approaching.
Then, suddenly, Ann realized that the spot light was on her. She felt Marshall's
hand pull her pink nylon panties tight. Ann sucked in her breath. She could hear
Phyl, still sobbing softly.
When the paddle struck, Ann almost yelled on the first stroke. It hurt far
worse than she had imagined. She bit her lip as the paddle struck again. She
could feel his strong hand holding her in place and realized that she was trying
to twist away by involuntary reaction. Ann was determined not to scream, and bit
into the back of her hand as the searing strokes landed. He was spanking slowly,
so that Ann had a second to anticipate the next stroke. Of course, each
throbbing smack hurt more than the last, landing on a sore, sore surface. Ann
counted, 20 - 25 - 3031. Finally she could contain herself no longer, "Don't
please - no more, I'll do anything, oooch, noooo."
But if Ann thought her screams would stop the spanking, or in some way, lessen
the pain, or soften the tormentor, she was wrong. The paddle fell with the same
stinging fury. Ann thought she would faint with pain. She felt hot, salty tears
flooding her face, blinding her. Then there was a long pause. Vaguely, she
realized that the stranger was taking down her tight panties, and that her well
spanked bottom, as naked as the day she was born, was on display to 52 people of
both sexes. Later, Ann would shudder in embarrassment and humiliation, but at
the time, all she could think of was that awful paddle, and that it would hurt
more on the bare.
Finally a vicious smack landed, and the spot light went off. She heard Marshall
say softly, "Dry your tears, honey, it's all over. " Her hands went back to hold
the smarting cheeks. Then she heard Mrs. Stoddard say, "Now if you young ladies
will come with me to the bedroom, perhaps we can ease your discomfort a bit.
"Only then did Ann remember her panties and pull them back up.
Ann watched the other girls who lay face down on the bed, exposing their recently spanked posteriors. Barbara's was in the worst shape. The welts from the birch were still very angry. Mrs. Stoddard was gently applying lotion.
Billie was still glowing, but, not nearly as red as Phyllis, who was still crying. Ann slid down her panties again and viewed her own condition in the full length mirror. She could see why it hurt. The poor tingling cheeks were beet red with white dots from the holes in the paddle. Her bottom was much redder than Billie’s and a shade redder than Phyllis'. Ann lay down on the bed
beside Phyllis on suggestion from Mrs. Stoddard.
When she had finished her ministrations to the other girls, Mrs. Stoddard began
applying the soothing lotion to Ann. The lotion was not only cooling, but seemed
to deaden the pain. Ann sighed gratefully, dressed herself again in her nylon
pants and red, snug ski undies and followed the others out to the buffet supper.
There were slabs of ham, white turkey, tongue, imported cheeses, and, champagne.
Ann didn't think she would be able to eat anything, but on seeing the food, her
appetite returned. Of course, she did have to eat standing up.
Ann found she was now the center of attention. "You're quite the heroine, you
know," Helen said. "We thought you were never going to give in and start
"Yes," added Lorraine, "I wish I'd been able to do as well as you did. How in
the world did you ever manage to do it!'
Ann smiled weakly, "I'm afraid I bawled plenty before it was over. Golly, did
that ever hurt. "
Ann received other compliments and five requests for dates, among them one from
Marshall. As the girls got ready to leave, Helen invited Ann to stay over night
with her. Mrs. Stoddard advised, "Better rub in some medicated cream. That
paddle will really cause blisters if you're not careful. You've had an
application of cream with Novocain. When that wears off, it will begin to hurt
again. Then, when the hurt goes away it will begin to itch like the devil. Not
funny when you're wearing a girdle, Ann dear. So you will be sure to remember
that medicated cream, won't you"
Ann found the pain lotion beginning to wear off, and her cheeks were quite
painful again as they drove home, she spent the last part of the trip on her
hands and knees in the back seat.
"Well Ann," asked Lorraine, "coming to next month's meeting?"
"Oh sure, she'll come. " Helen sang out gaily, "She's famous now. And the famous Marshall Bettis has asked her out."
Ann didn't answer, she was thinking. Not only of Marshall Bettis and all the good things that connection would bring but also thinking of the strange fascination of the
club and also thinking of that terrible burning sensation of the paddle. She
wondered herself if she would be there when Mrs. Stoddard next dealt the cards.
In the back of her mind, she rather had a hunch that she would.