In the week following my first highly successful, 'Glamour Holiday Week,' I was having a check of everything after my guests had left, just looking out for breakages, accidental damage and such like. People don't deliberately break or damage things, but sometimes they do it accidentally, and their first instinct is to conceal it. I can understand that; it's just human nature, but if I don't find it and put it right, you can bet your boots the next guest will find it, and I'd rather fix it before the next guest gets here. Anyway, as it turned out, everything was fine, nothing amiss, missing, or out of place.
About five minutes later the phone rang, and a very refined voice asked if I was the photographer, and when I said I was, she asked if I remembered her.
'No, but give me a clue, and maybe I will,' I replied. She said she was the blonde from the marina, and though I was getting a strong inkling of who it might be, I wasn't one hundred percent sure. I was really hoping I was right, because the one I was thinking of was a stunner. 'Do you realise how many blondes I spoke to at the marina? ' I said keeping it light and flirty, 'come on, give me something more than that.' I pleaded. She replied that she was the bratty blonde. 'Ah, the gorgeous one with the puppies,' I replied. She burst out laughing on the other end of the line, confirming that she was indeed the one with the puppies.
Well, to cut a long story short, she had given it some thought, but not a lot she added, and decided to let me take some dirty pictures of her. I asked her when she wanted to do it, and she replied that today seemed as good a time as any if I was free. I told her that I just had a bit of admin to do, but I could do that some other time, so any time that suited her would be fine. So, we arranged for her to be here at 12 noon, and I told her I usually started with the model fully dressed, so wear a dress or such like, bring a few sets of lingerie, and I meant, 'sets' not just any old underwear. A black bra and white panties do
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look good together in a photo. Stockings would be good and a nice pair of shoes too, I added. What about toys she asked, vibrators and such like. I just said if she wanted to bring them, that was okay with me, so please bring whatever she wanted.
I quickly ran around checking the lights and other equipment, making sure the camera batteries were fully charged, and such like. Just before 12 noon, a taxi pulled up and out stepped the beautiful, but bratty blonde. She gave me a devastating smile, and handed me her luggage when I offered to carry it for her, a large holdall, and together we walked up the front steps into the house. She looked around; her eyes taken immediately by the large exhibition prints on display.
'My name is Georgina by the way, but everybody call me Georgie,' still looking at the photos, she asked, 'these are yours I presume?', and when I confirmed her suspicions she said, 'Cool, I hope you can make me look as good as that.' I said I'd try my best, but since she was rather beautiful it shouldn't be too hard. She smiled a mischievous smile. 'Just remember I'm the bratty blonde, maybe I'll prove to be rather a handful,' she threatened.
'I'm not too worried,' I said, 'I've dealt with brats before.' I smiled at her, and she asked me how I dealt with brats. 'Kindness, I overcome them with kindness until all they want to do is please me.' She snorted, and asked what did I do if that didn't work. 'Simple really,' I replied keeping a straight face, her eyebrows raised up in expectation, 'I resort to violence, put them across my knee, and spank their bare bottoms until they promise to be good.' She smiled.
'Oh, I see, and do you have to do that often?' she asked. I was sure she meant did I do it to many models, but I deliberately misunderstood, and my reply made it sound like the consequences of any misbehaviour would be dire.
'No, once is usually enough,' I warned, and now she laughed.
'You had me going there,' she giggled again. I kept a straight face at first and then smiled. I did my usual Scottish hospitality bit, and offered her tea or coffee, or perhaps bottled water, and she chose water. Avoiding dehydration is essential in a hot climate, and anyone who lives, or holidays in Spain, especially the Costa Del Sol, right down in the South learns that very quickly.
I led her up the stairs, and decided I would use the room that had ensnared my Carla, the one with the very big Fetish/BDSM exhibition print on the wall. The lights were all set up, so all I had to do was switch them on, and in the meantime, she got herself ready. First we had a look at the lingerie she had brought. It was all very skimpy, small up lift bras and minute panties. She was going to be virtually naked before she got naked I thought, but that was a good thing as far as I was concerned.
We chose a black set, the panties were sheer as was the bra, so her nipples would be in sight as soon as we got down to lingerie, and her labia would be plainly on view through the panties. She put on a pair of sheer black hold up stockings and then her dress, a very summery light-toned floral sundress. She put it on, and then the shoes, black patent leather, with 4 inch, stiletto heels. She looked completely stunning. Just before we started she opened the bottle of water, and stood in front of the BDSM print.
'One of yours too I expect?' she queried. I told her it was. She really studied it for a few seconds. 'What is that?' she asked, referring to the leg spreader, so I told her and explained how it was used. 'Mmm... that's interesting, is it yours?' was all she said, but I thought it was interesting that she asked. I told her it was indeed mine and it was in the cupboard just to her right. I wondered if my blonde brat was a fetish, 'brat,' who needed to be controlled.
'If you ask me nicely, or if you behave very badly, I may let you try it on,' I promised/threatened, and she just looked at me, no smile as if trying to gauge how serious I was. She said nothing so, without further ado we started the photo shoot. She was a good model and listened to my directions well, although sometimes she would do things wrong, go off at a tangent from what I wanted her to do. I suppose that was her bratty behaviour breaking through and I warned her. I told her I had a big, 'Black Book Of Retribution,' in my head, and every time she did something wrong, a black mark was entered against her name. At the end of the shoot, they would be tallied up and she'd be punished for being a brat. She snorted again.
'How many black marks so far then?' she asked flirtatiously, and I told her nine, but I expected to add more as the shoot went on. 'You wouldn't dare,' she said, thinking I may be serious at last, beginning to have doubts. Straight faced I said nothing, just directed her into the next pose, and then we began to work on undressing her, and pretty soon she slipped out of the dress; the brat was down to lingerie. She followed my directions and played with her titties through the almost none-existent fabric of the bra.
