I was opening the mail when I came across the letter. It was from a casting agency, and said:

Dear Mrs. Blane,

We are a child modeling agency located in C.... Most of our releases feature young models in sensual settings and few of them are a fully erotic productions thanks to the recent changes to the Child Protection law in our state.

We are looking for a body double for our child actress Agnes Weatherby to stand in for her in a scene where the character she is playing is bound and whipped. The director would like this scene to be as realistic as possible, so this would entail the stand-in actually receiving the whipping. A member of our staff suggested that you might be able to help us after noticing your daughter's photograph in our child modeling archive.

Because the stand-in should be indistinguishable from the lead actress when seen naked we believe your daughter is the prime candidate for this role. A photograph of Agnes is enclosed for comparison purposes.

I took it in to my husband who was in the next room watching TV. "This is a funny one," I said to him. He read it through. "It's certainly unusual," he said. "Not unreasonable, though." He glanced at the photo, and then looked at it more closely. "It's not unlike Erin."

Erin who was our 10-year-old daughter was very similar to the little girl in the picture, but still... "Her hair's a bit lighter, and differently styled," he said, "but the rest of her is pretty close, as far as I can tell. Do you think she would be interested? I know she can take quite a big spanking when she deserves it and this could bring us some extra money."

"Are you serious?" I asked him in disbelief. "But why not, though? If I go into the studio with Erin, can you take a polaroid of her in the same pose as Agnes Weatherby?"

***

Three days later, me and my daughter Erin were sitting opposite the casting director.

"You understand what this involves, Mrs Blane? To get the realistic shots the director wants, your daughter would actually have to be bound and whipped on her bare body."

"She's been spanked before. Just what exactly are we talking about? Cat whip, horsewhip, or what?"

"At the present stage in the scripting, we're thinking that there will be two whipping scenes. It's set in an unidentified piece of Latin America but it's possible that the script will change and there might be some additional punishment scenes. Miss Weatherby is playing a child caught in three-cornered revolution. First, she gets whipped by the police in an interrogation scene, and later by one set of rebels, again in an interrogation. The first one would probably be a short horsewhip, and the second something more rustic. Frankly, it would depend a lot on our director and the screen writer."

-- added by Pikachu, October 6 2003

“Well, as long as there will be no permanent marks on her body, it seems OK.” I answered.

“Then I will call in our lawyer to have you sign the employment contracts.” He replied as he fished a cellphone out of his tailor-made suits inside pocket.

We sipped diet sodas as we waited and he told us about the movies he had worked on.

“Lost and Found” A story about a little girl who was left behind accidentally when her parents rushed off to look after an ailing wealthy relative, and the thief who broke into the house and taught her all about servicing dominant males.

“Little Miss Marker” About a little girl who was left as surety by her father until he rounded up enough cash to pay off a gambling debt. Except he was killed while trying to rob a bank, and the man he owed money too, let her work it off in his private brothel.

“A Man and a Maid” About a Victorian Manor House and the trials and troubles of the poor little scullery maid. Who found out there were more duties involved to her job after dinner than before.

Just then, an imposing middle aged man in a very expensive suit carrying an even more expensive briefcase entered. And after introducing himself, sat down, withdrew a sheaf of papers from his briefcase, spread them out on the desk and slid the top one towards me.

“This is a standard stunt person contract, Mrs. Blane as present legal guardian must sign.” He explained.

“This a one million dollar insurance policy, You have to sign.” Was pushed forward for signature next.

“And this is a personal employment contract for your daughters services.” The thickest, came last. “Both you as her present guardian and your daughter must sign the last one.”

After we signed them all, he smiled as he scooped them up back into his briefcase.

“A limo is waiting to whisk you to the airport were a private jet will take Erin to the studio. and you back home” The casting director informed me.

“I will not be going to the studio to watch my daughter perform?” Mrs. Blane inquired.

“The director will take very good care of his special girl.” The lawyer explained. “After all he stands to loose a million dollars if anything happens to her.”

Mrs. Blane left with her daughter in tow and the casting director watched them enter the limo and be driven off.

“Time for you to get your outfits back to wardrobe and your envelope will be waiting for you when you get back home.” The casting director informed the distinguished man and the woman who had pretended to be his secretary in the outer office. “Leave the suitcase with me.”

“The man pulled his cellphone out again and informed the one who answered. “Inform your master we have accomplished his acquisition of the girl as he instructed.”

“Yes the actors I hired have no idea what they were involved in.” He explained. “I will send the briefcase by UPS and fly out myself back to England to collect my finders fee tonight.”

In his dark wood paneled office an adult male smiled as he gazed at the nude picture of a little girl. “Soon you will be mine to do as I want.”

-- added by Christopher Toilkien, October 15 2003

The limo delivered Mrs. Blane and her daughter Erin to the airstrip were one of those two engine private jets waited. The chauffeur opened the door on her side just as an uniformed flight attendant came down the jet access stair. She reached out and took her hand to lead her back up into the plane as the car drove off with her mother waiving.

“You do look just like Agnes.” The flight attendant informed the timid girl.

“Really?” Inquired Erin perking up, just like the attendant wanted her too.

“Yes, I was on the flight that was aboard when she flew to the studio.” The adult continued.

“And a demanding to be catered to hand and foot, pain in the ass every minute of the flight.” She said to herself.

The attendant led her to a seat and carefully buckled her in.

“We will be taking off in a few minutes and I can fetch you a soft drink as soon as we level off, if you like.” She informed her only passenger.

“That would be nice.” Erin politely replied as she looked out an airplane window for the first time in her life.

Soon the attendant brought her a plastic glass of ginger ale, and Erin thanked her. Later she returned with a chicken dinner and again was politely thanked.

“We have a perfectly polite little angel on board this time. “ The attendant informed the flight crew up front.

“Yes we heard, or actually did not hear this one yelling and demanding.” The pilot replied. “And figured out you had either gagged her or she was a look alike of the last one.”

An hour later Erin had said goodbye to the stewardess as another limo whisked her off.

A few minutes later it drove up to an imposing set of iron gates and was immediately waived in by an uniformed guard. Inside warehouse, sized buildings dwarfed the people moving beneath them. Some in light blue work attire, some in everyday wear, some in costumes. Erin’s head almost twisted off as she tried to catch the latest colorful character walking past her slow moving car.

The limo drove up to one of the warehouse-sized buildings next to a regular sized entrance, the driver opened the limo door, and Erin stepped out into the blinding sunshine and stifling heat. He then opened the door leading inside and Erin walked into its dark cool interior and her future.

But she was alone in a very large dark place. Dim lights high above shed just enough light to discern large box like objects all around and dark shadows on all sides.

“Hello, anyone here?” Erin inquired as she timidly walked further inside.
She heard voices coming from further in and she saw a brighter lit area further in towards the center of the cavernous structure. Erin peeked around a thin wall to see a row of rooms, all open on one side. There were a few more lights here so she decided to get closer.

The first looked like a modern hotel room, but the door leading in was hanging by only one hinge and the furniture was pushed up against the walls. The sliding door out to the balcony only showed a blue green screen set a few feet away.

The next room was the hotel rooms bedroom. The single bed was all must up and the closet door again hung by a single hinge.

There was a space of a few feet to the next room and Erin saw all the wood framing and supports that kept the walls up in the space between. The next room was actually a dingy looking gray painted corridor with a row of rusty barred cells with cots and small barred windows set high in the walls.

At the end was a metal door, and as Erin walked up to this last room she gasped, her hands coming up to her mouth.

This dark gray painted room was about twenty feet square and contained a single object set in the bare concrete floor. High wooden posts with a ring near the top and a pair of leather cuffs hanging from it by short rusty chains. A row of nails had been hammered into the wall across from the single entrance door. Hanging from them were what Erin guessed were a collection of whips. A few were different lengths. Some had single and some had multiple strands hanging down from their handles.

“Welcome to the set of your first movie, Erin>” An adults voice v came from behind. Erin twirled around to find a middle aged fatherly type man in a white short sleeved shirt and baggy light gray pants holding out his hand in welcome. Two other casually dressed men and an equally casually dressed woman were with him.

“My name is Debaucher and I am the director of the movie.” He said as she shook her hand.

“This is Tabatha the set designer.” He said introducing the woman.

“This is Eddy the lighting director. “ He added, introducing the curly reddish haired man.

“And this is Max the one who wrote the script for my latest blockbuster.” As he introduced a young man with a harried look and a very eager to please smile.

“What do you think of my set” Tabatha inquired.

“It tells me a story. ”Erin replied.

“Really, all by itself without anyone in it.” Max added.

“Do inform us what it tells you.” The director asked.

“It is obvious someone broke into the hotel room and whoever was inside resisted in the front room while someone had time to hide in the bedroom.” Erin began as the adults stood respectfully around listening.

“Then the searchers went into the bedroom were they eventually discovered someone hiding in the closet.” She continued.

“And then what?” The director asked.

“The inhabitants of the room were taken to prison.” She continued.

“After that?” The writer took a turn asking this little girl what the rooms said to her.

“The heroine, me, gets whipped.” She added in a very soft voice.

-- added by Christopher Toilkien, October 16 2003

"Very good Erin! I'm impressed. you're certainly quicker than the last girl to come in." said the director again.

"Last girl?"

"Yes the last one. Now, i'd love to stay and chat, but we do have a very busy schedule to get through. filming will start in just two hours, so i'd like you to go and find your room, and dump your stuff in it. Don't bother to unpack, you won't be needing much in the way of extra clothes today." he said with a smile. Erin grinned, unsure of the joke. "I would like you to follow Tabatha she will take you to her room, then you will be delivered to the people at costumes and make up. we should then be able to start filming, asssuming that you don't hold us up." He said this with the hint of steel that many directors are famous for. "And oh, yes you'll meet the girl playing you, the one we talked about earlier. If you ask me she should be the one getting whipped." he added under his breath.

Erin was quietly surprised - surely her double wasn't that bad. But looking around the room, now filling with people, she could see people rolling thier eyes and agreeing silently. hmm. she had better be cautious around this girl then. What expierence she had of movie sets and the people involved in them said that the personnel usually became very closly knit, and enjoyed many practical jokes and horsing around in their time off. She was sure that the same would happen here, especially looking at the cameradie that was being displayed by the crew already present - perhaps, if she were lucky she could be involved in playing a few jokes on this supposedly pretentious little girl!

-- added by Jixie, October 17 2003

Quickly Erin went to the room pointed out to her. There were two beds in the room, and she had been told one would be hers and one Agnes's, but still the size of the room surprised her. Apart from the bed, the girls had a single desk, large enough for both of them to use it at the same time, a table with three chairs, and there was still room for an empty playing area, covered partly with wood, partly with soft clothes, of several meters across.

Quickly she threw her bags onto the bed, and put away some of her stuff. However, she wasn't halfway yet when Debaucher came into the room to tell her she was to go to the make up and hairstyling departmentt.

Mrs. Harris, the makeup artist looked Erin over. "You really look exactly like her... Or at least you will when we're ready with you. No need to hold the camera away with this one, Bob." Mr. Debaucher heartily agreed. "Now Erin, I was going to tell you to listen to Mrs. Harris carefully and do whatever she says, but from what I've seen of you, that won't be necessary." As he walked awway, he spanked his hand once against Erin's behind. Erin looked at him questioningly, but he just grinned. Then her attention was taken by Mrs. Harris, who told her to sit down in the chair and close her eyes.

-- added by Yosh, October 26 2003

Erin’s eyes took in another new place, the makeup room.

Two of the rooms walls were covered with full sized pictures of people Erin supposed were in the movie. A third wall being devoted to pictures of Agnes taken from every angle posted around a gigantic close up of her face. The last wall filled with one continuous makeup table with padded hairdressing salon chairs along the front, a mirror above and rows of light bulbs along the top.

Right now, the newest little girl in the cast had the attention of the six person makeup staff as she sat in the chair at the center of the long makeup table.

Erin felt gentle brushing of something damp through her hair, then a razor caressing her eyebrows. After a few clips with the scissors through her bangs and around her ears, followed by a blow dry and comb-out, the head makeup artist instructed.

“Have a look.” And Erin opened her eyes to find her hair a few shades lighter, perfectly quaffed with a sheen all of its own.

“I look like on of those angels you see in books.” Erin noted.

“Daddy’s Little Angel is the look we are aiming for.” Mrs. Harris informed their latest transformation subject. “One more procedure and you will really be Agnes’s exact double.”

She then felt the chair tilt back as a dentist’s while Mrs. Harris instructed. “Open your sweet mouth wide.”

As straps were fastened over her wrists and ankles, Erin began to panic.

“Maybe this was not going to be as much fun as she had thought earlier. And realized she was a long way from home in a confusing place among strangers without her mother by her side.”

“This will prevent any eye strain as the ceiling full of overheads reproduce full daylight.” A woman informed Erin as she slipped a blindfold over her eyes and its restraining elastic strap around her head.

“We need to hold your mouth open while we permanently tint your lips up a shade to Virgin Blood Red as we did Agnes’s.” Mrs. Harris continued as Erin felt her hips and head being restrained by further straps.

Erin began to feel her panic rising higher as a metal device was slid into her mouth and felt it spread her mouth wider than ever before as ratchet clicks came to her ears through her already protesting jaw bone. The soft brushing of a liquid across her lips, leaving in its wake, the painful sensations of one continuous bee sting. Her eyes began to shed tears under her blindfold and sobs came to her mouth.

“Be a brave little girl.’ A makeup woman admonished her. “This is nothing compared to what you will have to endure on the set.”

Then Erin heard footsteps and a door open and close.

The resulting silence dawning on the blindfolded little girl she was now alone, tightly bound immobile in a dentist’s chair, body tilted back at a sharp angle, with her knees parallel to her head.

And although the room was air conditioned, Erin began to sweat as her imagination began to devour her grip on reality.

-- added by Christopher Toilkien, November 6 2003

Debaucher stood just five feet away, observing the reactions of being blindfolded, bound and left all alone, on his new actress. Her situation had been crafted under his instructions, both in order that she would have the memory of the ordeal to draw from when required on the set. And begin to look upon him as her protector when he simulated walking in and discovering her in this situation.

Her body began to sweat, even in the air-conditioned room as the minuets marched on. Sheen appeared first on her brow above the blindfold, then on her thin arms below her short-sleeved blouse. Erin’s relatively flat chest heaving, pushing her pubescent nipples to tent her blouse as they would without any help in years to come.

He saw her hands twitch, then elbows and knees as she tested the security of her bonds. A sob followed by even more frantic struggling, then a plaintive wail escaped her over extended mouth as her limited movements became even more frantic.

“What in Gods name is going on here.” Debaucher theatrically remarked as if he had just walked in on her situation.

“HHHAAAA EEEEE.” Was all Erin managed to get out as she heard his footsteps approach.

“My poor Erin.’ He opened with as he released her limbs. “Who left you all alone bound up like a turkey ready for the carving knife?”

Her bodies flinching at this remark brought a quick grin to his face.

By now her hands were free and immediately moved to sweep off her blindfold as he was releasing her ankles, catching a flash of white panty up her shorts and moved to undo her waist strap next.

Debaucher looked up as incomprehensible “AAUUUHHH OOOOIIII” came from her mouth. And saw her hands probe frantically over the dentistry jaw spreader in her mouth.

He delighted in the frantic look in her eye’s change to one of thankful relief. His fingers slipping hers aside, caressing her sweet lips as they released the ratchets on either side of her mouth, letting it start to close and then slipped the punishment device out and into his pocket.

His heart raced as the little girl stood up in the chair and stepped off it right into his waiting arms.

“I was sooooo scared.” She confided into his ear as he held her close. “ I know I am supposed to be brave, but I have never felt so alone before.”

“Then I will personally make sure you are always safe and sound from now on.” He promised as he used his handkerchief to wash away her tears.

“Just as if you were my dad?” Erin pleaded.

“Consider me his replacement as long as you are here.’ Debaucher solemnly reassured the recovering little woman child cuddling protectively up against him.

The perfect mirrors of the makeup room reflected what some might interpret as a very satisfied smirk on Debauchers face as he held her close.

-- added by Christopher Toilkien, November 7 2003

Debaucher held his arm around Erin as they walked to the set, and she leaned against him, still somewhat scared from what happened before. As she turned a corner, suddenly her mouth gasped in surprise. Before her stood Agnes, and all those adults had not said a word too much - they could almost have been identical twins.

"You're late," Debaucher remarked.

"So what do you care?" Agnes asked, "You can do her scenes first, I guess..."

Debaucher just shaked his head and walked on.

As they arrived at the scene, it still looked the same way as when Erin left it before, except for the cameraman and the soundman who now actually had their camera and microphone ready.

"Now, in this scene you, or rather Agnes, has been hiding in the closet. But the intruder has nevertheless found her, he throws her on the bed and binds her to it. I'd like to start with the throwing-on-the-bed scene, since you bet Agnes will be unwilling to play that as well."

Erin was told to sit in the closet and make herself small in the closet, she should be afraid of the person coming in. There was some intimidating talk before it, but Agnes would be playing that part. Erin should not do that, since her voice was different from Agnes's. The only sounds from her in the whole movies should be screams and cries, she was told.

A big man came in, with something over his face to hide it, only an opening for the eyes. He lifted up his mask, to show a nice smile.

"I'm going to pull you out of there and throw you on the bed. Don't worry, the bed has been made extra flexible to support your fall."

Erin nodded, and concentrated on being afraid as the man pulled down his mask again, and the cameras waited for the signal to start running.

-- added by Yosh, December 5 2003

The man was strong, stronger than he looked, and pulled Erin up with an ease as if she were just a little sack of potatoes. She started to scream, but he seemed unconcerned. If she had looked in the right direction (not that she was really able to), she could have seen Debaucher smile. With a smack she was thrown onto the bed. Although the bed had been made extra soft to break her fall, she screamed "Ow!" although more out of surprise than out of pain.

The man jumped onto the bed and and kneeled on hands and knees over Erin, grinning at her evilly. She looked into his eyes with fear. What had she gotten into? This man was a monster... Then, seemingly from far away, she heard Debaucher's voice. "Cut!" he said.

"Erin, Carl, that was magnificent... The power play between the man and the girl, the fear... Wonderfully played. You're a natural, Erin." Carl moved away from Erin, and said on the edge of the bed, smiling. Erin blushed. She had been really afraid, but now she realized it had all just been acting on the man's side.

After a short discussion with the cameraman, Debaucher decided that the scene did not need to be done a second time. "Let's go to the tie up," he said. He instructed the cameramen as to where they should stand, while Carl went back to her position above Erin.

"What is coming now? What do I have to do?" Erin asked.

"Just act naturally, and don't talk. Remember that you should be afraid and powerless with this man above you." Being afraid, that should not be hard, Erin thought. Not with a big actor pretending (and not just pretending?) to be rude with her sitting above her.

"Paul, I found this one in a closet!" Carl shouted as the cameras ran again. A second actor came in through the door in the fake wall. "I guess these ropes will be useful then," Paul answered.

-- added by Yosh, January 6 2004

The little girl started getting excited in a new way. She knew they were going to tie her up and do nasty things to her. As Paul started towards her she cringed back on the bed. His strong arms enveloped her and stretched her out on the bed. He quickly tied her hands to the two bedposts as the camera panned in on her face. Paul spread her firm legs and bound her feet to the bottom posts, spreading her little girl legs wide open for the camera to take in.

Erin started getting butterfies in her tummy. She felt so helpless and just knew the big man was going to something very bad to her. Her nipples tingled and became very hard as the man stared down on her little frame. He grinned slightly and unbuckled his pants.

"You want it don't you bitch!!!"

He pulled some panties from his pocket and got on the bed with her. His great weight causing the bed to sag and squeak.

"Open your mouth slut!!"

He stuffed the panties in her mouth leaving the youngster bound and gagged.

-- added by Jack, December 31 2004