The marks were still there the next morning. I bent to inspect my bottom before I did anything else.
Throughout the day, my thoughts returned to the caning I had received. Although very painful, it had been well deserved. It was also extremely exciting. I wanted to explore this further, and with my aunt, I knew I had found the perfect guide.
Towards the end of the day, just as everyone was leaving, Natalie pinged me and asked if I could quickly visit her. I went straight to her office.
"I have a favour to ask."
"Of course." I was happy to help if I could.
"I have received a new sample from one of our suppliers, and I am very keen to get it on the website as soon as possible. The problem is that our usual model is away. I was hoping you could model it for me."
I paused, "What does that entail?"
"I need to take some photos of you that can be loaded onto the site. There is no need to show your face, but the rest of you will be on show, from your neck to your thighs. I understand if you do not want to, of course."
Did I want to do this? The idea was exciting, but as everyone knows, images on the web remain forever. "Can I see the sample?"
"Of course, it looks really great, but it needs to be worn to get the full effect." With this, she reached out for a package on her desk and held up a black latex corset. It had shiny panels at the front and laced up at the back. Two cups allowed your breasts to hang over the top. It looked very erotic and brought to mind images of the classic dominatrix. "It looks to be your size," Natalie added.
"Can I try it on and decide?"
"Of course. Do you want to change here or take it to the loos?"
"Here is fine." I was getting more comfortable with nudity than I would ever have thought possible. I quickly stripped to my bra and knickers before taking the garment from the desk.
"You will have to be naked, it won't work otherwise."
"Yes, I can see that." I quickly removed my underwear.
"Someone has been a naughty girl," Natalie commented looking at my bottom, "have you been upsetting your aunt?"
I blushed. "Yes, I forgot I was supposed to go for a run with her."
"Your aunt is very strict -- lovely but strict."
"Yes, I am finding that out."
"Have you been caned before?"
I could not believe I was having this conversation.
"No, it was a first."
"I am sure it is unlikely to be the last."
"That is true. But it is exciting, and a whole new world has opened up." I chose not to mention my anus had also been disciplined.
"I am glad for you. Your aunt thinks very highly of you, she would not allow anything to happen that was not for your good."
"Yes, I know. It is a nice feeling."
I put on the corset, and as the lacing was at the back, I asked Natalie to help. She pulled the lacing tight, and I struggled for breath. "Wow, this is tight."
"It looks amazing, though. Look at yourself in the mirror."
I saw a full-length mirror in the corner of the room, and indeed it did look amazing, I had an hourglass figure with seemingly more waist, and my boobs looked bigger. I turned and admired the rearview, my bottom looked very shapely, and my stripes were visible.
"Wow, I love it. Breathing is tricky, but it looks fantastic."
"Do you want to shoot the pictures?"
"Yes, as long as you don't show my face."
"I promise you can see all the pictures and delete any you do not like. Come on, follow me."
She led me into the meeting room, several bright lights were already shining onto a blank wall. A camera was ready on a tripod. She had expected me to agree. Natalie posed me to her satisfaction and then took a series of pictures. We both looked at the results, they looked good. More pictures followed, but this time I was facing away from the camera.
Again, I reviewed the pictures, "You can see the stripes."
"You look like a very naughty girl. Are you happy with the images?"
"Oh yes, it makes my bottom look nice, and that is something I don't often say."
"Brilliant, give me a couple of minutes, I will get some items that customers could buy at the same time."
Natalie scurried off. Once again, I thought how much had changed in such a brief time. Here I was semi-naked in fetish clothing whilst being photographed for a website. I felt a now-familiar tingle of excitement.
Natalie returned carrying a few boxes. "Let's try these." From a small box, she extracted two bells with clips on. "Have you ever had your nipples clamped?"
I smiled, "No, my last job frowned on staff wearing them."
"It should be compulsory for all employees, staff morale would rocket."
I was reminded of why I liked her.
"Let us get you nice and erect." With this, she reached for my nipples and gently teased them. It did not take much before they were fully aroused.
"Beautiful", Natalie said.
I blushed.
"They will feel tight, but you will like the look of them." She quickly attached both clamps, and I looked down to see the small bells hanging off each breast. I gently swung side to side and heard the tinkling of the bells.
"Once when your aunt caned me, I had to wear a pair. As I bent over, I was told to keep still and keep the bells quiet during the punishment. I got extras that day for being noisy. Your aunt is very inventive and can be very cruel."
"You were a naughty girl." I laughed. I now knew Natalie was punished by my aunt, and I pictured her bending over with her bells attached, it was an exciting image.
She took more pictures. Then Natalie produced a cane. I posed holding the cane flexed in front of me. I was excited to see the image. It was very sexy. I was starting to enjoy myself.
With a flourish, Natalie rummaged around in another box before showing me a strap-on. I had seen pictures of them but never seen one up close. Black straps supported a bright red phallus which was seven or eight inches long. It had a wide girth. It looked both frightening and exciting at the same time.
"Have you ever worn one of these?"
"No."
"Well, now you can." Natalie smiled.
Over the next couple of minutes, Natalie helped me. I stepped into the harness, and she knelt to adjust all the straps. I was sure she could smell my excitement. Her fingers lingered and strayed around my bottom and pussy, but eventually, it was secure. I was sure we both felt excited by now. I stood and looked down at myself. The penis looked huge, and I felt a thrill pass through me. The final pictures were taken.
"Right, that should be enough. Do you want to help choose the images for the website?" Natalie asked.
I agreed and quickly but reluctantly got dressed. We spent the next twenty minutes huddled together choosing the best images. I was very pleased with the results.
"Thanks for your help tonight. I will stay and load these onto the site, you get on home."
"No worries, it was fun."
"As a thank you, you can keep the corset and the bells. You could take the cane, but that might look strange on the bus."
"Wow, thank you. But you are right, I will pass on the cane. The bus driver might get the wrong idea."
When I got home, I looked up Natalie's website on my phone and found the pictures of myself. They looked fantastic, I showed my aunt when she came into the kitchen. She scrolled through the images and smiled. "You look lovely. I see the marks of the cane are still present." I told her Natalie had given me the corset and the clamps as gifts.
"Natalie is pleased with you. She was telling me of your ideas." I blushed. "I have a client, Michelle, coming over tomorrow. Would you like to help?"
"Oh yes, please. I would love to."
"Good, remember our run tomorrow morning, otherwise you will be bending over next to her."
"I promise I will be there. Seven o'clock sharp."
That evening just before I turned the lights off, my aunt knocked on the door.
"Tomorrow, I would like you to get involved in disciplining Michelle. Is that, ok?"
"Yes, please, that is more than ok."
"Also, I have brought you some reading material." She handed over a small pile of books. "See you tomorrow, sleep tight."
That night I read about a young wife who had been sent to a strict governess to correct her behaviour. I could not decide if I envied the wife or the governess. Either way, it was better than reading the books at university.
The next morning, we set off on our run in the rain. I quickly found out how unfit I had become as I fell far behind my aunt, but eventually, I made it to the pier and back. It was exhausting. My aunt threatened me with the cane if my fitness did not improve. As the day went on, I found myself looking forward to this evening. I also felt stiff from my run and decided that as part of the new me, I would join my aunt on all her runs despite the threat of further punishment.
