EXCERPT I guess it was fate that had me standing there in the middle of the
so-called studio, my hand out-stretched with the cane hovering just above it. I
had my eyes closed dreading the moment the thin wooden implement would send
searing pain through my upturned palm, and for a few seconds I wondered if it
was too late to walk away. Deep inside I knew I couldn’t afford to do that, I
badly needed the $100 I was being paid for this audition and, if I was
successful, I knew there was a lot more money where that came from. It was just
the waiting for the inevitable that made my mind wonder as to my sanity.
But I was not kept waiting for long. There was a swishing sound as the cane
whipped up into the air and came back down straight across the middle of my
hand. Instinctively I screwed my hand into a fist and cried out with pain from
the stinging, numbing, burning sensation that filled my hand. Clearly John
wasn’t going to waste any time seeing if I was a suitable applicant and
somewhere in the fog of pain I heard him tell me gently to open my hand and to
stop acting like a little girl. Also he said something about if I wanted the
money I’d have to get used to earning it. I opened my hand slowly, and with
tears streaming down both cheeks, I waited for the second stroke.
***
Before I continue with my audition, perhaps I should go back to the
beginning. It all started when I saw an advert in a shop window that simply
said: ‘Adult Models wanted. Good rates if you have what it takes’, or something
like that, and then there was a web address. I’m twenty one, five ten tall, with
shoulder length brunette hair, and hazel eyes. I have a good, trim figure and my
finest assets are my taut, pert buttocks that hold a short skirt really well,
and my firm, young breasts that come in at 34C. I’m a bit of an extrovert, have
been popular with the boys since my early teens, and used to enjoy a decent
social life. That was until I lost my secretarial job in the recession and
without work my debts have begun to mount to the point where I’m desperate
enough to do just about anything for cash, except possibly tout my body for
trade on some street corner. Oh, yes, and my name is April.
Anyway, that’s enough about me. I noted the website and when I got home
turned on my laptop and brought up the web browser. I found the site easily
enough and read the information. Nothing ventured, nothing gained I signed up as
a model and sent in my proofs of identification they asked for. Once that was
all done I filled in some more information, looked at the rates of pay and went
for the category that paid the most. I figured that being a model, they wouldn’t
actually hurt me. It would all be acting, so I ticked the box that said I was
interested in spanking and CP, though I should state right now I have absolutely
no experience of being spanked on my bottom, much less caned. My naivety was
about to shine forth as, after uploading a few amateur photographs of my body,
some clothed and others naked, I was invited to an audition. They explained the
audition would only pay me $100, take up to an hour of my time, and they would
determine from that whether they could use me in any modelling projects.
I’d figured they were a local organisation from the ad in the shop window,
so I wasn’t really surprised to discover getting to an audition would be easy.
What did surprise me were the arrangements. I had to get a bus to the local
train station where I was met by a big, black guy ion a black suit that went
well with the black stretched-limo. I was ushered into the back seats and told I
had a ten minute drive ahead of me, and if I wanted a drink from the bar I was
welcome to it. The driver closed the door softly and I had the fridge door open
before he got round to the driver’s seat. There was white wine in single
glass-size bottles on ice and various soft drinks in cans. I took a bottle of
wine, unscrewed the lid and started drinking it straight from the bottle. I
didn’t even attempt to look where we were driving, but about ten minutes later
we pulled into a driveway. I heard the sound of wheels on gravel for what seemed
like ages and realised we had arrived at a big house. When the car door opened I
was ushered out to stand in front of the biggest house I had ever seen. The
grounds were impressive too but I had little time to take in the opulence of the
place I was visiting before the front door opened and a middle-aged man stood
there, dressed casually in slacks and a polo shirt.
“Hello, April, I’m John” he said, “please come in and we’ll go through to
my studio.”
“Hi, impressive place you have,” said April.
“Thank you. Life has been good to me and now I am only too pleased to be in
a position to help others. Let us go through. Hargreaves,” he said looking over
my shoulder at the chauffeur, “I will need you in about an hour.”
“Sir,” came the simple reply. The front door closed behind me as I took in
the enormity of the hallway. Clearly John had done very, very well indeed from
whatever his business had been.
Once I the studio, a room about thirty feet square, John bade me to sit on
one side of the desk that occupied a corner of the room.
“A few formalities,” he said, after I had declined a cup of tea. “I need to
see originals of your identity and you need to sign our auditions contract. I’ll
leave you to read it while I take copies of your identification documents.”
I handed over my passport and birth certificate and picked up the two
sheets of paper that formed the contract. Two minutes later the formalities were
over.
“So, April, you are here to audition for our spanking and CP assignments.
Do you know what that involves?”
“Well, I guess it means I will be spanked and caned. Anything else?”
“That depends on what you want to be considered for. We cover a range of
subjects, from OTK…”
“Sorry, I’m not up on the acronyms,” I said.
“OTK is over the knee. We go from simple OTK, both clothed and bare,
through to more formal canings in schoolgirl scenarios, to use of other
implements such as paddles and riding crops. To add variety you can offer just
the spanking and CP elements, or you can include sexual elements such as oral,
facial, anal and straight sex. You can also decide whether you want to do any of
this either with another girl or a man.”
“I see, and presumably the more I offer, the more I get paid?” I said,
thinking of my desperate need for cash.
“Precisely. But there are two considerations. You should feel comfortable
offering what you do, and not feel pressurised. The demands will be quite high
but then you will be paid well. Secondly, we can only offer you to our clients
based on what you have shown us you are capable of, either at this audition or
at some time in the future.”
“That makes sense.”
“Good, then if you would tick the boxes on the contract for the options
that interest you, we’ll get started. I have another model coming in a couple of
hours so we need to wrap this up in as timely a manner as possible.
I ticked the boxes, all of them. I had no idea what I was really letting
myself in for but I was about to find out and I needed the money.
“Excellent, that’s what I like in a model – someone willing to try
anything. It makes finding work for you so much easier. Okay, we’ll begin the
audition. If you go over to the couch you will find a schoolgirl uniform to
wear. Please remove all of your own clothes and dress only in what I have
provided. It should fit you okay and give the desired effect. While you do that
I’ll get the equipment set up.”
I already knew I was going to be videoed for the audition. It made sense as
any future assignments would almost certainly involve camera work. I walked over
to the chair and started to undress, feeling somewhat embarrassed at doing this
in front of a stranger. I nearly panicked when I saw the outfit. It comprised a
very thin, tight white blouse that tied up at the front instead of buttons. When
I put it on, my breasts filled it and bulged forwards. The skirt was a black and
white, tartan style, pleated one and there was a pair of plain white panties. To
complete the ensemble was a pair of white knee length socks. John told me to put
my own shoes back on.
When I had finished I turned to see two cameras on tripods pointing in my
direction.
“Good, very good. Now, as a naughty schoolgirl, you should expect to be
caned both on your hand and on your bottom. To start with we will cane your hand
to see how you cope with it. Have you ever had your hand caned before?”
“No, John…”
“I prefer you to call me sir when you are being disciplined in front of the
cameras,” he said calmly. At that point I realised that the cameras were already
in operation and I felt the first twinges of apprehension.
“Sorry, no sir.”
“Well it will sting quite a lot. Now which hand do you write with?”
“My left one sir.”
“In that case I will cane your right hand. Three strokes will suffice for
the audition. Hold out your right hand, just below the height of your breasts.
Turn the palm uppermost and unclench your fist. I want you to hold it there
until I tell you to move it. Do you understand?”
“Yes sir,” I said as John walked round to the side of me.
“Hand up,” he said and I obeyed him.
“Now this will hurt, but try to be brave,” he said and I caught sight of
the cane as he rested it just above my hand. It looked huge and menacing. As I
screwed my eyes tight shut I wondered for a moment if it was too late to back
out, but the need for money made me dismiss the thought as soon as it entered my
head.
“Argggggghhhhhh!” I cried out a fraction of a second after the sound of the
cane crashing into my open palm filled the room. Instant pain flooded my hand,
my body and my brain and tears sprang out of my eyes and started to stream down
my cheeks. I knew my hand had clenched into a fist – it had been a reflex
reaction to avoid further anguish. Somewhere through the fog of the pain I could
hear John telling me to open my hand. His voice was calm, almost gentle and
slowly, painfully, I opened it. The second stroke came a few seconds later and I
gasped again. Somehow it didn’t feel quiet as bad as the first stroke, maybe
because I knew what it was going to feel like. This time I managed to keep my
hand open so the third stroke followed more quickly.
“Yeeeaaaahhhh!” I cried, more tears washing away the makeup that had been
on my cheeks. I so badly wanted to shake my hand, as if it would cause the pain
to go away, but John had told me to keep it in place until he told me to move it
and I was bright enough to know that if I was to pass the audition and have a
hope of earning the bigger money, I had to at least try and remember to do what
I was told.
I held my hand there for what seemed like ages but was only a couple of
minutes, before John told me to relax.
“Okay, well done,” he said. “Let’s move on to the next stage. I think we’ll
do some OTK. For now you can keep your panties on.”
He pulled an upright chair into the area of the room where I was standing,
moved one of the cameras to focus on my head end and adjusted the other to
capture the space where my bottom would soon be and then he sat on the chair. I
noticed on the floor he had placed a ping-pong bat shaped implement that looked
like it was made out of black leather, but I didn’t have time to analyse it
properly because John was instructing me to go over his lap. With me in place he
looked at the displays on the digital cameras and made sure they were correctly
position. Satisfied he said, “okay we’ll start gently to warm you up,” and then
I felt his big hand on my taut, pert, bottom. “Try to keep your hands out in
front of you and do your best not to protect your backside.” Then he started
spanking me. At first it didn’t hurt as his hand landed on each cheek in turn,
then as he got into his stride and the contact got harder my bottom began to
heat up. He was spanking me at the rate of about one stroke every two seconds
and he spanked me good for about two minutes until I was gasping with the
increasing pain that covered the whole of my rear.
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Children`s Fiction
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