Jody's Spanking Video

Jody’s Spanking Video

       ‘I bet they’re just pop socks,’ Adam said to Neil, as Jody sashayed past them in the corridor, oblivious to their presence. They turned their gazes to follow her, auburn hair bobbing and glorious arse swaying slightly from side to side. As always she wore trousers (how they longed to see her in a skirt), which hugged her figure tightly until they flared a little below the knee. She wore flat black ballet-pump shoes, and as she walked, there was a tantalising glimpse of nylon.

       Jody had become something of an obsession for them since she had joined the company as PA to the Head of Financial Services, and the same conversation had been played out daily.

       ‘Yeah, but just imagine if she was wearing stockings,’ sighed Neil as she turned a corner and was lost to view.

       ‘Ooh, or tights with no knickers!’ said Adam. ‘I’d love to pull those trousers down and get a good look at that arse of hers covered in nylon.’

       ‘Yeah, and then give her a damn good spanking to bring her down a peg or two.’ Jody was already getting a reputation for being aloof, even arrogant.

       In fact Jody was feeling very aware of that part of her anatomy today. She was wearing tights with no knickers under her trousers, and that evening she was going to receive a spanking. What was more incredible, she was doing so voluntarily, though the very thought of it chilled her to the bone.

       The fateful train of events had begun soon after she joined the company. On a Friday night out with the girls from work, she had met a man called Kieran. He was charming and attentive, and although she was happily married, she’d allowed him to flirt with her and had enjoyed the attention. Near the end of the evening, he began to tell her about a friend of his who had won the Lottery, and had recently he’d moved into a grand house in the outskirts of the city.

       ‘Some people have all the luck.’ Jody moaned. ‘My husband was just made redundant last week and there’s no way we can cope for long on just my salary.’ She didn’t know why she’d confided in this stranger, she certainly didn’t want or expect handouts, but he seemed kind, and her husband was still refusing to talk about it. Kieran had sympathised with her, and then a thought seemed to suddenly strike him.

       ‘Look, don’t be insulted by what I’m about to say,’ he murmured, ‘but my mate is looking to spend some cash on a hobby of his. He’ll pay good money if you’re interested.’

       Jody was immediately suspicious. ‘What sort of hobby?’ she demanded sharply.

       ‘Look, don’t get annoyed.’ Kieran raised his hands in apology. ‘It was obviously inappropriate of me.’

       Jody softened somewhat. ‘You may as well tell me what it is, now you’ve gone and said it,’ she laughed.

       Kieran looked sheepish. ‘He’s going to make spanking videos.’

       ‘What?’ Jody gasped. She had no concept that such things could exist.

       ‘You know, you bend over his lap and he spanks your bottom.’

       ‘Not this bottom!’

       ‘Sure, I should never have brought it up in the first place. It’s just that he’d be willing to pay well over the odds. Tell you what, why don’t you give me your mobile number and I’ll text you the amount he’d be willing to pay,’ Kieran suggested.

       ‘I don’t think so,’ Jody replied.

       ‘Look, what harm can it do? I’ll just text you a figure and you can ignore it!’

       And because Jody was a little drunk, she gave him her number, although she had no intention at all of replying.

       The next morning she was driving to work when her phone buzzed. She glanced at the screen and nearly lost control of the car.

       Ten thousand pounds! Her mind was in a spin all the way to the office, and throughout the day. Just think what she could do with that amount of money. Certainly her husband would have 3-4 months to get a job. And if he did get one sooner, well she could buy herself a car, or take them both on holiday.

       But…a spanking! She had no real concept of what that would be like, except that it would be embarrassing, and it would hurt. And of course other people would be able to see it. What if her boss found out? No, even for that amount of money, it was far too big a risk. She ignored the text and tried to put I out of her mind.

       But another month went by without her husband getting a job. They were now struggling to meet their mortgage payments. Thoughts about the proposal kept on creeping back into her head. Eventually, after much soul searching, she reached a momentous decision. She texted Kieran.

       If your friend is still interested, I would consider his proposal – as long as my face was hidden, and my clothes stayed on.

       Thank you for your interest. Unfortunately my friend requires full nudity. In recognition of the difficulties this would cause you he would be willing to pay you an extra £1000

       Damn! An extra thousand pounds, but her body on show to anyone who bought the video. She was already losing control of the situation.

       Well, I’d want my face hidden.

       No, must show your face. Will add another grand.

       Shit. She needed time to think about this. Why did he keep on adding money? If he had stuck at ten grand she would have turned him down, but at heart she was a material girl. She waited 24 hours before replying.

       What would I have to do?

       You’d play a secretary guilty of espionage. A spanking on a Friday evening, a strapping and a caning the following day, then all three a week later. The story is that your character will have to keep on going every week, though of course you will not!

       Oh God, that was too much. She couldn’t imagine receiving a spanking, never mind all the other horrible things they wanted to do to her!

       Sorry, just too much for me to take.

       My friend is insistent. Would go to £15,000 in recognition of your worries.

       Jody felt chilled. She had started down this road, and now she felt dragged by the terrible momentum of it all. She knew she should just say no, but the money was just an incredible amount. The greedy part of her was beginning to take control. She tried one final gambit.

       I would consider doing one spanking etc, not 2.

       Sorry, must be the full package. £20,000, final offer.

       Jody spent a sleepless night desperately trying to think things through. She couldn’t talk to her husband; he would ban her from doing it. What if someone she knew found out about it? But surely none of her acquaintances could be into that sort of thing? She was equally distracted at work the following day, to the extent that she was scolded by her boss. Unbidden, the thought of him demanding to spank her entered her mind, sending a shiver of fear and revulsion down her spine.

       Yet still her fingers kept straying towards the phone sat on her desk. She stayed late that evening, the clock ticking quietly as she tried to make her decision. Finally she took her mobile and with trembling fingers texted Kieran.

       Ok, I’ll do it.

       Immediately the phone rang, making her jump.

       ‘Hello Jody, its Kieran here. Are you alone?’

        ‘Yes,’ she whispered.

       ‘Good. My friend is delighted you’ve agreed to be spanked. I am going to fax you a brief outline of your character and the situation she finds herself in. I don’t think you’ll find playing her too much of a stretch,’ he chuckled. ‘I’m also faxing a contract for you to sign. Please be aware that once signed it is legally binding. It is important you understand that the punishment you will receive will be very painful and embarrassing. After all we are paying you an extortionate fee.’ He hung up.

       Jody gulped. Perhaps this was not such a good idea. The fax machine in her office hummed into life, and began spitting out sheets of paper. She took the top sheet and began to read.

       Your character is Miss Fox. She is a P.A. to a company director. She is arrogant, and contemptuous of her boss, frequently putting him down (you will need to be able to show this in the early scenes of the shoot.) Unfortunately Miss Fox’s greed has led her to sell company secrets to their rivals. Her boss, Mr Wenham, a recent divorcee, has found out. He offers her a choice between the sack and corporal punishment.

       Her ordeal will be acutely embarrassing for her – it is for this reason that we will not go into specifics of what your punishment will contain. We need you to feel similar levels of embarrassment.

       We begin shooting on Friday evening. You will meet us at 286Wxxxxxx Road. Your character will have had her confrontation with Mr Wenham early Friday morning. He has instructed her to wear the following during the day, and we ask you to do so also - the outfit you usually wear to work, with no knickers under your trousers, and instead, pale tights (make and colour included on sheet 2.)

       

‘I don’t think you’ll find playing her too much of a stretch.’ No, Jody thought, I doubt it will be. She knew she could appear stand-offish, aloof, arrogant even. She knew she was pretty, and that men found her attractive. She had large breasts, and men often talked to them rather than to her. She was confident enough to let them know how displeased this made her, and if that meant putting a few noses out of joint, well she could live with that.

She turned the sheet over.

Please ensure that you are clean and your armpits and legs are shaved. Wear your usual work make-up. Your pubic hair should be neatly trimmed and you pussy lips hairless.

She collected the contract. This was the moment of truth. She considered pulling out – it all seemed too real now. But the money was just too much for her to turn down. Steeling herself, she signed it, and faxed it back before she could change her mind.

So here she was, Friday afternoon, sitting in her office, without her knickers on. All day she had felt the same sort of trepidation and embarrassment her character must be feeling. She could feel the nylon of the tights rubbing against her legs and freshly shaved pubic mound. The clock ticked slowly away until she could delay no more. She switched off her office light and left to receive her first ever spanking.

They were filming in a disused office block. There was a crew of five, plus the actor who was playing Mr Wenham. He was a small, thin, bespectacled man in his late forties. He refused to speak to Jody out of character, which she found very unnerving. They filmed a few scenes with Jody being rude to him, which she quite enjoyed, but then came the denouement scene. As Jody sat, her boss stood over her, gleefully presenting the evidence of her misdeeds, before launching into a character assassination that was aimed as much at her as her character. She flushed red, desperate to bite back. ‘That’s not fair,’ she snapped.

‘Not fair! Not fair? You think that being attractive allows you to walk all over men like me. Well no more. I intend to thrash the disrespect out of your arse young lady!’ Jody gasped.

‘You can’t’ she blustered. In that moment she was her character.

‘I can, you little madam, and you know why!’ With this he moved behind her, and without warning, began to fondle her breasts. Jody squealed, but like Miss Fox, she was powerless to stop him. This was unbelievable! She barely heard ‘Wenham’ instructing her to wear tights and to return to his office that evening. The cameras followed her out of the office set as, trembling, she struggled to stop herself crying. She already knew she had made a terrible mistake!

They filmed a couple of brief scenes next, designed to show how nervous her character was. But they were all keen to move on to the main event of the evening. All except Jody!

With some trepidation, she re-entered the office. She was about to expose her bare bottom to the world for the first time, and then receive a sound spanking.

Jody stood in the middle of the room. Wenham was sitting behind his desk, looking smug. ‘Unbutton your trousers and let them fall to your ankles, Miss Fox,’ he ordered. Here was the moment of truth. The whole room seemed to hold it’s breath as slowly, Jody loosened her belt and peeled the trousers over her buttocks. With a terrible sigh she let them drop to the floor, and stood up straight, blushing furiously.

‘Get your hands on the back of your head!’ Wenham snapped as she tried to cover her pubic mound. She obeyed with a yelp. The man was beginning to frighten her. She stood before them all, this man and the camera crew, and felt six pairs of eyes boring into her. The cameras swooped in and out, and up and down, acting as the audiences eyes; roaming from the gloriously hosed legs and buttocks, to her neatly shaved pubes poking through the pale tights, then up to her breasts as they pushed against her blouse, and finally to her shocked face.

‘Not so high and mighty now, are you my dear?’ Wenham sneered. He dragged a chair towards her, placed it just in front of her and sat down. ‘Bend over my lap, Miss Fox; it’s time for you to experience your first ever spanking. And believe me it will not be your last.’

Poor Jody stood rooted to the spot until Wenham grabbed her arm and forcibly pulled her over his lap. Blood rushed to her head as he stroked her legs and bottom, before, incredibly, his hand slipped between her legs and pushed at her gusset. ’Please don’t,’ she whimpered.

‘CUT!’

One of the crew approached her. ‘Jody, that was great. But now we need you to brush your hair off your face. We’re going to place a camera here to capture your facial expressions because people will want to see how much this hurts you!’

This was hardly what Jody wanted to hear. She could never in her worst nightmares have imagined this. Her privates were being groped by this horrible man and he was about to spank her like a naughty child.

SPLAT! She felt the first sharp impact of his palm against her buttock. As the pain faded to a glow, another landed in the same spot, burning her cheek. Two spanks to the opposite buttock followed. This continued for about a minute, and for a brief moment Jody allowed herself to believe that she was going to be able to cope with it. No sooner had the thought entered her head, than it was chased away by a barrage of further spanks to each buttock. Jody began to wriggle and kick her legs. Her hands reached back to protect herself, but instead they were grabbed by Wenham and pinned behind her back. If anything he now intensified the spanking and Jody desperately tried to escape his clutches. Instead she found herself tightly held. This was impossible! She was now screaming with each slap.

‘Please stop,’ she gasped. ‘I can’t take it.’

‘You will do as you are told.’ Wenham replied. ‘You have a magnificent arse which can, and will take a lot more punishment.’ Suddenly the spanking stopped. Wenham let go of her hands, and Jody lay, panting heavily, over his lap.

‘How old are you, Miss Fox?’

‘Twenty six.’

‘Twenty six, sir.’

SLAP! ‘Ouch! Twenty six, sir,’ Jody gasped.

‘And can you count to twenty six, Miss Fox?’

The bastard! Jody sighed. ‘Yes, sir.’

‘Then I am going to give you twenty six hard spanks, and after each one you will count the number. One sir, two sir etc. Do you understand?’

‘Yes, I’m not a baby,’ Jody snapped. Big mistake. A barrage of blows rained down on her bottom. She screamed and struggled, desperately trying to free herself from his iron grip. ‘I’m sorry, sir, I’m sorry,’ she shrieked.

‘Then we will start, Miss Fox, and I shall add another ten for your insolence,’ Wenham sneered. Jody groaned.

The following thirty six spanks were awful, really hard stingers that elicited shrieks and yelps from Jody. She did, however, manage to keep count, and with the last slap, she was pushed unceremoniously to the floor, where she lay groaning, rubbing her stinging buttocks.

Wenham stood up. ‘That was merely the beginning of your punishment,’ he told her. ‘Tomorrow you will attend my house at 3pm sharp. Do not be late. Dress as you have done today, but don’t bother with a brassiere. I intend to expose your tits, and shall enjoy the night blissfully anticipating seeing them. Now get out of my sight.’

Jody pulled her trousers up as quickly as she could, and practically ran out of the office. She would have kept going, but was called back by the director. She re-entered the room to be met with grinning faces. They had all obviously enjoyed watching her. She was given an address for tomorrows shoot, and left as quickly as she could.

She began crying as soon as she reached her car, and didn’t stop until she parked outside her house. Why had she been so greedy? She felt dirty – letting that horrible man touch her most intimate parts was obscene, yet she had allowed it to happen – worse, she had sought it out. And her bottom still stung from the spanking. Yet tomorrow she was going to get the strap and the cane! She spent ten minutes or so in the parked car, composing herself.

When she got into the house her husband was already in bed. He stirred as she eased herself quietly under the duvet, trying not to wake him.

‘You’re late,’ he murmured.

‘Yes, I had some work to do in the office.’ Thank goodness he had no idea what sort of work she’d been doing.

‘I’ve been waiting for you.’ He guided her hand onto his erect penis, and with his other hand pushed between her legs, just like that awful man.

‘I’m not really in the mood,’ she said, trying to push him away. All she could think about was how Wenham had groped and then spanked her.

But he was insistent. ‘Come on baby, we haven’t done it for ages.’ Perhaps what she needed was some gentle lovemaking to take her mind off things. However her husband, whose foreplay was perfunctory at the best of times, was clearly just after a pre-sleep quickie. No sooner had she begun to get damp, then he was in her, thrusting away. Jody lay back, feeling numb, unloved. Soon enough she felt the spasming of his penis, and his seed filling her vagina. He withdrew, rolled over, and within minutes was snoring away. Jody lay awake until the early hours as the semen dripped out of her, dreading what tomorrow was going to bring.

At 2.45pm, Jody arrived at the next location, a smart detached house in an affluent area of the city. Her husband had finally left for the football match, and she had, with some trepidation, put her tights and work clothes back on, remembering with a shudder to leave the bra and panties off. Her ample breasts strained at the thin material of her blouse, her nipples so obvious that she attracted cat-calls from fellow drivers whenever she stopped at traffic lights.

On arrival they told her to drive back round the block, and filmed her parking her car, then walking up the road. They told her to look embarrassed and nervous, but needn’t have, as that was exactly how she was feeling. The bright sun rendered her blouse practically see-through. An old couple tutted at her as she passed them.

Back at the house Jody was told to wait outside for a minute, then knock, enter and follow instructions. The doors opened onto a small landing with a spiral staircase leading down. The house was obviously cut into a hill side. She heard Wenham calling up.

‘Take off your blouse and trousers Miss Fox. Come down in your shoes and tights only.’ Even though she had known this was coming, the words still filled her with dread. A cameraman was with her on the balcony, and she heard his breathing become heavier as she unbuttoned the blouse. Ever fastidious, she folded it neatly and placed it on the floor. She desperately wanted to hide her breasts, but knew there was no point. Soon five more people, and later anyone who bought the video would be feasting their eyes on them. With a resigned sigh she peeled her trousers down and off, and made her way down the spiral staircase.

Wenham was waiting for her as she reached the bottom. Indeed Jody had the firm impression that he had been watching her as she descended.

‘Goodness me, Miss Fox, your breasts are everything I imagined and more. But it’s that magnificent arse of yours that will again be the focus of my attention today.’ He pulled her to a table and pushed her roughly over it, crushing her breasts. Next he spread her legs as wide as they could go, and settled back to enjoy the sight.

Jody was whimpering. She was acutely aware that her intimate parts were now fully on view. She was also anticipating the strapping that she had been promised. Wenham kept her there, enjoying the way she kept tensing and clenching her buttocks, shifting and sighing.

‘Get up Miss Fox, it’s time for your strapping.’ He led her to a sofa, and made her lay across it, her legs along the seated area, and her bum raised by the arm. She rested her forearms on the floor, and felt the weight of her breasts as they dangled.

There was a short break whilst the camera angles were sorted. ‘Make sure you get one on her face and breasts,’ Wenham suggested.

‘Why don’t we take off her shoes,’ said someone else, ‘the foot fetishists will love the sight of her feet drumming up and down.’ So her shoes were removed and if anything Jody felt even more vulnerable. She whimpered as Wenham swished a thick leather strap through the air, teasing her.

Jody looked up behind her shoulder to see the strap arcing down towards her bottom. CRACK! ‘Aieeee!’ Oh God that hurt! Jody kicked her legs, desperately trying to dissipate the pain that had exploded in her buttocks. This was so much worse than the spanking. She reached round to rub her buttocks.

‘Get that hand out of the way,’ ordered Wenham, ‘unless you want it strapping as well.’

The second stroke landed just as she moved her hand, taking her breath away. Quickly a third followed and Jody again clutched her buttocks. ‘Is your arse stinging, Miss Fox?’ Wenham goaded. Silence. ‘Is it?’

‘Yes, Sir’ Jody managed to choke. A fourth and fifth stroke followed in quick succession, one to each of her thighs and Jody wailed in protest. Again her hand came back, this time to protect herself. Wenham grabbed it and delivered his hardest stroke. ‘Uuugggh.’ Her other arm came round, leaving her chest and face unsupported. Both crashed to the floor, winding her. Wenham grabbed both arms and strapped her hard, once, twice, three times. He held her tight as she desperately tried to pull free of him, shrieking like a banshee.

‘Would you like a break, Miss Fox?’ Wenham asked.

‘Yes please…..sir,’ Jody managed to gasp.

The reason for this sudden attack of niceness soon became obvious. He made her sit on the sofa, draw her knees up to her chest, and then spread her legs. Finally he told her to place her hands on the back of her head, and pull her elbows back.

Jody sat there engulfed in a sea of misery. Just sitting down had been painful enough. Her bum throbbed and her legs stung. She did not understand how anyone could be so cruel to another human being. And of course she was now displaying herself fully, not just to Wenham and his crew, but anyone who bought the video. She felt as though thousands of eyes were staring at her.

Finally Wenham walked behind her. He placed his hands on her shoulders, and then slowly brushed them down her chest until they rested on her breasts. ‘Are your nipples sensitive, Miss Fox?’ he asked.

Jody didn’t reply. What sort of question was that? Suddenly Wenham pinched her nipples. ‘Oowwww!’

‘I expect an answer when I ask a question. Are your nipples sensitive, Miss Fox?’

‘Yes, sir,’ Jody gasped. He had started to play with them, only this time he was gentle. In fact Jody had never had her nipples played with in such a way. None of her old boyfriends, nor her husband had shown much subtlety when it came to breasts. Her nipples stiffened, and, despite herself, she felt herself becoming aroused. She had to put a stop to this!

‘Please don’t,’ she moaned.

‘Why not?’ Wenham sneered.

‘I don’t like it.’

‘Oh, I think you do, Miss Fox. In fact I think you like it very much. Who would have thought that such a stuck up cow like you would get turned on by this.’

‘You’re wrong,’ Jody insisted, but her breathing was becoming more ragged, and a damp patch appearing on the gusset of her tights proved otherwise. Incredibly she was building up to an orgasm! She felt it build and then… he let go. A wave of frustration passed through her, followed quickly by deep embarrassment.

‘We’re here to discipline you, Miss Fox, not give you pleasure,’ Wenham chided. ‘And talking of punishment, I think it’s now time to give you the cane. Stand up and put your shoes back on. I have just the equipment to show you, your bottom and the cane off to their very best advantage!’

       He pointed to an apparatus in the corner of the room. Jody eyed it with dread. ‘Allow me to introduce my inverted semi-stocks. You may be honoured to know that I made them with you, Miss Fox, very much in mind. Now sit on this platform and lie back.’

       Jody obeyed, and suddenly found her bottom being elevated and her legs swinging over her head. Wenham placed them in a central groove, cut into a block of wood above her head. There was another groove to each side of it, and Jody quickly realised that this was to allow her legs to be spread.

       She watched as Wenham fetched a cane, swishing it through the air experimentally, and tried to fight a mounting sense of panic. He was going to use that on her bum! She felt so vulnerable lying there with her legs up in the air.

       He moved to her right hand side, stroking her legs almost absent-mindedly. ‘I am going to give you a stroke for every year I have been at the company you so readily betrayed.’

‘How many is that?’ Jody said, panic in her voice.

‘That is for me to know, and you to find out,’ Wenham smirked. Then without warning, he quickly raised the cane and sent it slashing down onto Jody’s buttocks. She felt a hideously sharp pain spread like lightning through her and screamed in agony. There was a pause, then another swish, crack and scream. A frantic hand clamped her rear, her knees jerking forward as pain doubled her up.

       ‘Get that hand off and your legs back in position!’ Wenham shouted, and Jody obeyed instantly. She understood who was in charge of this situation, and that it would go badly for her if she angered him further.

The next thing Jody was aware of was her legs being spread and placed in the lateral grooves. Her large breasts had long since dropped back towards her face, and she looked up through them, and her spread vagina, damp patch on the gusset readily visible, and saw the cane arcing down once more. Thwop! Jody jerked and let out a despairing groan. Before she could recover, another stroke bit into her and this time she screeched. She had never in her entire spoiled life experienced pain like this!

       Wenham and the cane were pitiless though. He slashed it across her thighs and pain again seared through her. ‘Please stop,’ she pleaded, beginning to sob. The cane answered with a swish and a crack, and Jody groaned loudly, bringing her hand up to rub her sore cheeks.

       Tears had appeared in her eyes and as she blinked them away, she saw Wenham looming over her. Instead of raising the cane again though, he began to fondle her legs, slowly moving down from her ankles towards her vagina. Twenty four hours ago she would have felt angry and disgusted at the very thought of this happening. Now though, she was relieved, glad of any respite from the sting of the cane. As he reached her pubic mound, she almost pushed herself onto his hand, and a guilty wave of pleasure rolled though her. Here at last was a feeling that was not pain.

       Wenham was as skilful here as he had been earlier with her nipples, and, though she didn’t know it, almost as skilful as he was at wielding the cane. Her breathing became ragged, and she was unable to stop small moans of pleasure leaving her lips. Again she was building inexorably towards an orgasm… and yet again he stopped just before she could let herself go.

       It was as if she had just been woken from a trance, and suddenly Jody was aware of the cameras that had been recording her body’s failings. All she could hope for was that her ordeal was at an end.

       His next words dashed that. ‘For the second half of your caning… yes Miss Fox, your punishment is nowhere finished yet, I want you to change into the lingerie and shoes I have placed on my bed.’

       Jody felt herself being lowered to the floor, and rose unsteadily, rubbing her burning bottom. Wenham pointed to a door.

       ‘Hurry up young lady, we haven’t got all day’ he snapped. As she turned to go he delivered a stinging slap that made her jump and yelp.

       In the bedroom she slipped her shoes off and pulled the tights down. She felt as though she would never be able to wear a pair again. At least the cameraman had not followed her into the room, but they weren’t going to let her have any respite.

Wenham’s harsh voice called out. ‘You have a minute to get dressed Miss Fox, or things will go badly for you… and don’t you dare ladder those stockings!’

Jody looked at the bed. Tan stockings, a white suspender belt and black stilettos awaited her. She put them on as quickly as she could and returned to the main room.

‘You’re late’ snapped Wenham. ‘Hold out your hand.’

‘Why?’ Jody asked tremulously.

‘I said hold out your hand NOW!’ Wenham roared. ‘Do not ask silly questions.’

Nervously, Jody obeyed. Wenham grabbed her wrist and then cracked the cane down onto her outstretched palm. Pain shot from the hand up her arm and she screamed with shock. Wenham had let go of her hand and she shook it desperately, her breasts bouncing up and down; much to the delight of the crew.

‘Your other hand. Now girl!’

‘No, please don’t’ Jody pleaded.

Wenham’s response was delivered in a dangerously quiet tone.

‘If you don’t put your hand out now I will cane them both an extra two times. Perhaps that will teach you some obedience.’

Jody obeyed, her hand shaking uncontrollably. Again Wenham grasped her wrist, but this time he made her wait for the stroke. She whimpered as he swished the cane through the air, and then CRACK!

‘Noooo!’ she screamed. The pain was unbearable! She rubbed her hands against each other, desperately trying to lessen the pain, and tears began to roll down her cheeks again as she sobbed.

‘Get down onto the stocks Miss Fox,’ Wenham ordered.

‘Please don’t make me’ Jody wailed. ‘I just can’t take any more, I really can’t.’

‘Miss Fox, your attitude to your punishment as with all things, is to try and take short cuts. That is why you sold secret documents to our competitors, and it is why you are trying to wheedle your way out of what is coming to you. You can and will take another six strokes of the cane, and you will return to me each Saturday until I have beaten out all your arrogance and laziness, and reliance on your undoubted charms.’

The next few minutes were the worst of Jody’s life. She had to be dragged those awful stocks by Wenham, and again found herself on her back, with her spread legs above her. This time she didn’t even have the gusset of the tights to protect her vagina, which was fully on display to all. The cane bit agonisingly into her buttocks, and with each stroke she screamed loudly. Wenham made her wait for each one, the anticipation almost as bad as the strokes themselves.

By the time it was over Jody was weeping freely, and they left her there in that humiliating position until the sobbing subsided. Only then did Wenham let her down from the apparatus and drag her to her feet. She stood there in front of them all, her face red and tear stained, her breasts and vagina on show, utterly humiliated.

As though from far away she heard Wenham say ‘You will return here next Saturday for more punishment, Miss Fox.’

‘No!’ Jody gasped.

‘Yes Miss Fox and you know why, don’t you?’

‘No, you don’t understand,’ Jody said desperately, ‘I really can’t take this again. Please don’t make me, just pay me half of what we agreed.’

Wenham looked annoyed. He turned to one of the crew and snapped ‘Go and get Kieran.’ Then he turned back to Jody. ‘We need you to stay in character so we can finish shooting. Just say ‘yes sir’ as meekly as you can and then we’ll deal with anything else.’

Jody obeyed. She thought they’d let her get dressed now, but they made her stand as she was until a door opened and Kieran walked in. She hadn’t fully grasped before that he was going to be there, the man whom she had last seen in the pub, flirting with her. Now she was showing her naked body to yet another person.

‘Gary said this would happen’ Wenham snapped.

‘He says bring her up to him,’ Kieran replied smoothly. ‘Hello Jody.’

She followed them up the stairs, a cameraman trailing in their wake. At the top they went through a door she hadn’t noticed before. What she saw stopped her in her tracks. In front of her was a huge screen with a still of her, naked, legs spread above her head, receiving a stroke from the cane. It had been paused just after impact, and her face was screwed up, her mouth open, a silent scream emanating from it.

‘Hello Jody.’ She jumped. A corpulent middle-aged man sat in a comfortable chair watching the screen. ‘You seem to have a problem with our agreement?’ he asked mildly.

‘I’m sorry, I just can’t go through that again, I really can’t’ Jody pleaded. ‘Surely you’ve got enough for a video.’

‘We have enough for one, Jody, but our agreement was for two.

‘Then just pay me for one. Please, I’ve done everything you’ve asked of me.’

‘So far. But our agreement was binding, and was for another shoot next week as well. It’s really quite simple. You can leave here today, but if you do not return, we are under no legal obligation to pay you anything.’

Tears were again rolling down Jody’s face. ‘Please, I’m begging you. We really need the money. That’s the only reason I agreed in the first place. But I can’t take another session like that, I really can’t. Please, there must be some way of sorting this out?’

‘There may be a way…’ the fat man said slyly, and with that he unzipped his trousers and withdrew an already erect penis.

‘So if I suck you off, you’ll pay me the £ 10,000?’

The fat man laughed. ‘No, but if you’re a good girl for the next half hour or so I will.’

Jody was shocked to be even thinking this but… would it be worse than another spanking, strapping and caning? She had made her mind up.

‘Please don’t film this’ she said, glancing at the cameraman.

‘I am going to have this filmed,’ the fat man laughed, ‘but I promise it will be for my personal use only.’

‘And these two are going to leave?’ Jody asked, gesturing to Kieran and Wenham,

‘No.’

With a quiet, defeated sob, Jody knelt in front of the fat man, bent over, and took is cock in her mouth. He gave a low moan as she began to bob up and down.

‘Aahh Jody, ’he sighed ‘who would have thought the afternoon would end with you giving me a rather excellent blow job?’

She heard Kieran laugh. ‘I rather thought you did Gary!’

‘Well, it always helps to have a Plan B!’ the fat man gasped, then, ‘John, get your magic hands in going and loosen her up for me.’

As soon as his hands touched her nipples, Jody realised that John was ‘Wenham’. He had already brought her close to orgasm twice this afternoon, and despite herself, she felt her vagina moisten. His hands moved down there, teasing her clitoris and she began to moan.

‘She’s ready Gary’ Wenham said, slipping a finger inside her.

‘Good. Stand up Jody’ ordered the fat man. She obeyed. ‘Now turn around and face John, then sit back onto my cock.’

This afternoon, Jody had stripped naked and allowed herself to be filmed being strapped and caned in the most humiliating positions. She had dressed as they wanted and had just given this man oral sex. She knew that she had no choice now but to get herself out of this mess as quickly as possible. Trying to avoid Wenham’s eye, she lowered herself onto the fat man, and felt his member slide into her.

He made her do all the work, telling her to move slowly up and down his shaft. Wenham and Kieran had moved closer to watch, and Jody felt numb with embarrassment. Then, both men unzipped their trousers and presented their erect penises to Jody. Wenham grabbed her by the ears, and pulled her face down towards his groin. Soon he and Kieran were passing Jody to each other as she gave them blow-jobs. Silent tears ran down her cheeks as she did so. She had not had sex with anyone else since she first met her husband, and now she was degrading herself for these men.

It got worse. Jody felt the fat man push her off his cock, then felt it pressing at her back passage.

‘No!’ she shouted desperately. She had never even contemplated anal sex! But his firm hands guided her down, and she felt her hole fill with his meat. She gasped, trying to control the stinging, and didn’t realise until it happened, that Wenham had climbed towards her. He thrust his cock into her pussy and she howled with despair. Two men were fucking her and Kieran expected her to continue to suck him off!

By the time they had finished, all three men had taken her in each hole, and Jody felt sick at herself for letting it happen. They made her sit on the floor, and all three men loomed over her, playing with their cocks. One by one they ejaculated over her, coating her hair and face with semen. She was still sobbing as they stood back to contemplate their work, their cum dripping from her chin onto her breasts.

One final humiliation awaited her. She had to walk down the stairs and through the basement room containing the remaining crew members. Their grinning faces showed they clearly understood what she had just done for the £10,000. She practically ran into the changing room, and slammed the door shut behind her.

She pulled off the stilettos and stockings and wiped her face on her now discarded tights. Then with a despairing groan she remembered that they had ordered her to put the tights and flat shoes back on before returning upstairs to pick up the rest of her clothes. As she pulled the tights back on, hot sticky semen smeared the fronts of her thighs.

Even then her ordeal was not over. When she re-entered the room in which she had been so cruelly punished, she saw with a gasp that the remaining four crew members now stood with their own erect penises unsheathed.

Rough hands pulled her to the floor despite her desperate pleas, and one by one they began to ejaculate over her. She stopped yelling after the first load flew into her open mouth, and endured two more loads with eyes and mouth closed, listening to the gentle slapping of skin, followed by groans of pleasure, then the awful hot sticky sensation on her face.

For the last load though she was pulled over the arm of the sofa, and for a moment she thought she was going to be spanked again, or even worse, raped. Instead a final dollop of sperm was delivered onto her aching buttocks.

All Jody wanted now was to get out of this place. She ran from her tormentors, flying up the stairs. The fat man, Wenham and Kieran all laughed when they saw what had been done to her. They watched as she dressed as quickly as possible and although she was now beginning to worry that they weren’t going to pay her, they gave her a case with the money in it. She barely looked at it. Her ordeal finally over, she left the house without a word, not looking back.

Over the following months, Jody struggled to regain some equilibrium in her life. On returning home she spent ages washing the semen out of her hair, and then burned the clothes she had been wearing.

Hiding the marks from her husband was her next problem. She went to bed early each night and flatly refused to have sex with him, even when the marks had faded.

A month later a copy of the DVD arrived, thankfully whilst her husband was out. She took one look at the cover, a picture of her tear-streaked face and threw it away. But she realised now that what had happened was in the public domain, and she dreaded her husband hearing about it, or someone from work finding out.

Another month had passed when, one evening, her boss called her into his office. On his desk was a copy of the DVD! Normally a mild mannered man, he shouted at her for five minutes, before telling her to pack her bags.

Jody was frantic. The money from the shoot was running out and her husband had still not found a job. She begged him to give her a chance, said she would do ‘anything’ and immediately realised her mistake.

‘Well there may be an alternative’ her boss said, pulling a cane out from a drawer. ‘Yes, I think we’ll have you naked, lying on your back on the desk.’

With a by now familiar feeling of dread and humiliation Jody stripped. As she was climbing up onto the desk, she heard the office door open, and saw two young men enter.

‘Jody, may I introduce Neil and Adam. They were the ones who showed me what you’ve been up to, and are here to witness your punishment.’

Tears ran down Jody’s cheeks as she lay back and pulled her spread legs up to her chest. She looked up through them, to see the cane arcing down towards her bottom.

THWACK!

‘Aaarrrgh!’

‘This will be the first of many punishments, Jody’ her boss told her as he raised the cane for a second time!

The End