The day finally came round for the Spank The Guy shoot. I’d agreed with Zoe that purple would be all right, and as it would probably take about three days to recover, I told Jo Jo that I was off to stay with an old schoolfriend for a few days. In reality, I checked into a hotel.
I turned up at the studio on the day of the recording, pretty apprehensive but also turned-on.
My opposite number was a woman of about forty – not so young, but still attractive. Her name was Nikki. As usual, Zoe, Jenny and Claudia were to operate the cameras.
We had a quick coffee together, and then I got changed for my part. The scenario was pretty ridiculous. I was supposed to be a professional tennis player and Nikki was my coach. Anyway, I got changed into my tennis kit and rejoined the women in the studio. They’d transformed one corner into a mock-up of a changing-room. Locker, wooden bench, that sort of thing. Nikki was in a tracksuit.
Zoe said ‘Action’ and Nikki and I stood facing each other.
‘You lost again,’ said Nikki. ‘I can’t believe it. I spend hours and hours working on your backhand and it’s as if I’d never bothered.’
‘I’m sorry,’ I said. ‘He was just too good for me.’
‘Sorry won’t cut any ice,’ Nikki said. ‘I warned you what would happen if you lost again. I’m going to give you the tanning of a lifetime.’
‘Please don’t,’ I said.
‘It’s no good trying to get round me. Take your shorts off! Now!’
Sheepishly, I undid my shorts and let them fall to the floor. I stepped out of them. I was wearing a yellow thong.
Nikki pulled me across to the bench. She sat down.
‘Now get yourself over my knee,’ she said.
I got myself into position.
Nikki grabbed my right wrist in her left hand and pulled it behind my back. She stroked my buttocks gently with her right hand.
‘This little butt of yours is going to smart,’ she said. ‘It’s going to burn like hell. You’ll be literally glowing when I’ve finished with you.’
She paused to let her words sink in. Raised her hand above her head. Paused again. And then she brought her hand down sharply. A loud crack echoed round the room. My right buttock stung like hell. Again, she raised her hand and waited. And then there was another loud crack, and this time my left buttock stung. Slowly but relentlessly she continued, smacking me again and again. My butt cheeks got hotter and hotter. I wriggled about in real pain.
‘Keep still!’ Nikki barked, and slapped my ass yet again.
After about five minutes, she told me to stand up. She led me to a large mirror on the ‘changing-room’ wall. She made me look over my shoulder at what she had done. My butt was quite red.
‘Now get back to the bench,’ she said.
She forced me to bend over and place the palms of my hands on the bench. Suddenly, she yanked down my thong and pulled my ankles out of it one by one. She went to the locker and took out a bottle of baby oil.
‘This will make it sting even more,’ she said, as she liberally applied the oil to my burning buttocks. Lingeringly, she massaged the oil in, occasionally pinching my buttocks quite hard. ‘And don’t think you’re in for another spanking,’ she said. ‘That was just the warm-up. You’re going to be paddled my boy.’
And with that, she returned to the locker. I glanced over my shoulder. She brought out a wooden paddle. Involuntarily, I took in a sharp intake of breath.
‘Oh yes,’ she said. ‘You might gasp.’
She stood above me for a moment, then brought the paddle down hard on my right buttock. A sharp explosion of pain lit up my ass.
‘Arrgh!’ I involuntarily yelled.
Instantly, Nikki laid into my left buttock. Again I cried out.
She continued to paddle me slowly and hard. The thwacks sounded deafening. What had started as a feeling of warmth across my ass slowly grew into a searing, burning rawness. I was breathing long and deep, my head thrown back, teeth clenched, but the pain was overwhelming.
After about five minutes, Nikki suddenly pulled my ankles wide apart. She grabbed my butt cheeks and opened them.
‘Nice and hot,’ she said. ‘But the skin between your butt cheeks is quite white. We’ll have to do something about that. Hold them apart!’
I didn’t do anything. A huge thwack of the paddle cracked into my buttocks. I quickly pulled my butt cheeks wide apart.
What happened next was almost surreal. It was hard to imagine how Nikki had come up with the idea. She fetched a clear plastic ruler, about two feet long and fairly thick. She held this close to my butt cleft, aiming at the inner skin of my left buttock. She pulled the tip of the ruler right back and let go. It twanged against my flesh with a horrible smack. The pain was unbelievable. She turned her attention to my right buttock and repeated her attack. Again and again she applied the ruler – left, right, left, right – gradually working down from the area at the top of my crack to the skin on either side of my butt hole. I was practically bucking.
But worse was to come. Next, she fetched a curious invention of her own. It was about the same length as the ruler, and was also made of clear plastic, but only about a centimetre wide. To my horror, she poised it above my butt hole. Again, she pulled the tip back, but not as far as before, and let it go. She obviously knew what she was doing, because I’d never have been able to bear a sharper pain, and I don’t think my sphincter would have stood a sharper blow.
‘Oh shit!’ I bawled as a sharp pain shot up my spine.
Three times she did that, and it was enough.
She told me to lie on my back on the bench. She lifted my knees up, rather as if she were going to change a diaper, and spanked my buttocks hard. She paddled me in the same position, extending her strokes to the tops of my thighs.
When I thought she’d done, she led me once more to the mirror. My ass cheeks were dark red.
‘Now get back into your things,’ she said, promptly leaving the ‘room’.
Still reeling from my latest paddling, I somehow got myself into my thong and tennis shorts.
Nikki reappeared with a women I’d never met before. She was in her early twenties and was absolutely gorgeous. Stunning, in fact. She too was wearing a tennis kit - tight white top, incredibly short white skirt, white socks and tennis shoes. She was holding a tennis racket.
‘This is Andy,’ Nikki improvised. ‘Andy - Veronica. Veronica would like me to act as her coach.’
Absurdly, we shook hands.
‘Now the thing is, Veronica,’ Nikki immediately shot out, ‘I told you my methods were…unusual. But I wanted you to see for yourself. I’ve been punishing Andy for his far too sloppy approach.’
Nikki eyed me for a moment.
