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The Camera (3)
I had been enjoying the favours of my girl friend for about a year when
she changed jobs and moved into the fashion photography business. I
was away quite a lot working at a highly specialised and technical job.
I possessed my own state-of-the-art SLR-type digital camera with a
variety of lenses and a flash for zoom-type low-light photography..
The office at work acquired one thanks to my efforts, as I became
increasingly annoyed at using my own camera on company business and not
being able to charge for it. (I "forgot" to take it on a couple of
jobs and they took the hint).
Jenny approved of this and I increasingly let her borrow it to take
with her at work when she went out on agency business. I had a rifle
grip for it so you could use at least the shorter of the two zoom
lenses whilst hand-holding the camera without the use of a tripod.
Jen was delighted that I was doing all this and became very proficient
at using it. Hers was a small agency and they did not have much camera
equipment. Access to my camera etc. was helping her a lot at work. I
was always a bit concerned, because charming though she was, she tended
to be careless and do the most awful things to anything mechanical or
electrical. One weekend, just before I had to leave on the Monday for
a business trip, Jenny asked me if she could borrow the whole camera
set-up complete with the rifle grip and flash. She was going to cover
a fashion show in a big hotel for which her agency had won the contract
and she wanted to show her employers what she could do with my camera.
She showed them all right. I was just a but uneasy because I thought
she would be mainly concentrating on looking at her best etc, and that
the camera would come second, despite attempts to educate her in
looking after it. However after the fourth orgasm of the evening I
weakened and got it all out for her.
I departed in the morning for my business trip to South-East Asia. I
went out in the evening with colleagues after the meetings of the day
and the next morning back at the hotel, there was a text message on the
mobile for me to ring her. I immediately feared the worst. She never
normally called me if I was only going to be away for a few days. So I
called her and she answered quite quickly and when she realised it was
me, she sounded very subdued. I wondered what had happened. She told
me. She had been taking photographs from a staircase towards the rear
of the hall. It gave her a clear view of the stage and there was a
pillar supporting the stairs to lean against and help in steadying the
camera. Someone had suddenly pushed past her and she had dropped the
camera. It fell over the stair rail about thirty feet on to a marble
floor and was smashed to bits along with the whole flash set up, the
no. 2 zoom, the wide angle and low light lenses, all of which were in a
bag attached to the flash frame. I was a bit annoyed but at least
Jenny had not come to any harm. "I told you to always put the strap
round your neck". I heard her sniff. "Now don't cry," I said,
"I'm just glad you are OK." I could dream up and accident or
arrange that "it had been stolen" and the insurance would pay up.
"When you get back, you must spank me very hard," was the amazing
reply. I was stunned. I had never dared to even suggest it because I
did not want to upset or lose my dear Jenny. "Darling, don't
worry, I'm not angry, I'm only pleased you are OK. Will you be
around on Friday night when I get back please?" Jenny said, "Yes,
I will come to the airport and collect you." I reminded her of the
arrival time and thought that things could be a lot worse. A guilty
girl friend is a situation to be exploited! Jenny said, "I am bad
girl, you have to punish me." I nearly came in my pants there and
then. "No love, go to bed, I will see you on Friday and I love you
Darling etc. etc".
I returned on the 6 PM flight on the Friday, Jenny was there at the
airport and we had a relatively easy run to my flat against the
traffic. Back at the flat, I could see immediately how nervous she
was. As we were getting my luggage out of the hatchback, Jenny
produced a longish cardboard tube. I didn't think anything of it at
the time. Once in the flat she produced the remains of the smashed-up
camera etc. I put on one of her favourite videos, got her in my arms
and hugged her. She was stiff and shaking, so I lay down on the
reclining sofa with her beside me. "Jenny Darling, I'm not angry,
it was only a camera and bits and you are OK, that's what matters."
She looked at me with big and slightly frightened eyes, but she had
nothing to fear, I had never ever got rough with her or threatened her
in any way, she had nothing to be afraid of. She looked at me and
eventually she said, "I thought you would be so mad, you loved that
camera, I feel so guilty." I eased her over my knees, lifted her
skirt and gently patted her bottom. "Jenny, are you scared of
this?" I asked. She looked round and tried to smile. "No," she
replied, "I need a good caning across my bottom because I have been
so naughty." I was just amazed, I had never even given her more than
a playful love pat up to that time and this was what she was saying!
"You haven't been naughty, you have been careless!" I replied.
She hung her head and said, "No, you told me so many times to put the
camera strap around my neck to stop it falling but I never did." She
got up and went over to the plastic tube. She removed one end cap and
to my amazement she pulled out a rattan cane about 3 feet long and a
bit over a quarter inch in diameter. She swished it in the air,
looked at me and said "I want get ready first, but you must punish me
with this, I deserve it." I took her hand and said "But why, I
don't think you need this, you know you have been silly and you have
learned from it." She hung her head and said "I used to get a dose
of this from my mum sometimes when I was growing up when I was very
naughty and I need another one now." Jenny had never even hinted at
anything like this before.
I was just amazed but she clearly felt great remorse and was expecting
me to do something. If I did nothing, in her eyes it would show that
either I did not care about what she had done, which in her eyes would
be a big humiliation, or to carry on and deal with her. I decided to
investigate a bit further, so I said, "Jenny Darling, why do you want
this? I don't expect it of you." Her lip trembled a little and
began to undress. "Hang my clothes up neatly Darling and fold up my
skirt please," she said as =undressed. First she removed her skirt
which I carefully folded and placed on a chair. She took of her
blouse. I found a hanger in the bedroom and hung it from the back of
the chair. She slipped of her bra which I hung from the rail of the
blouse hanger then removed her panties. I placed these on her skirt.
She was in tights which she rolled down and once removed, I hung over
the back of the chair. She went into the bathroom. I heard all the
usual things going on and about 15 minutes later she came out with a
towel around her. She said "You take your shower now and then we do
it in the bedroom." She settled down on the recliner with the towel
around her and I knew nothing more would happen until I showered, so I
got on with it, emerging about 5 minutes later. I came out of the
bathroom and looked at Jenny; she smiled and got up, clutching the
cane. I lead the way to the bedroom, gently removed the cane from her
grip and persuaded her to lay by me on the bed. She looked scared and
was clearly subdued. I knew that it would be very bad just to cane her
right off without a warm-up, so I sat on the edge of the bed and got
her over my knee. "Jenny, you have been naughty, now you must be a
good girl!" I started up slow and steady until dear Jenny's
golden bottie began to pink a bit and squeaks of discomfort and pain
began! I suppose I kept it up for about three minutes when I sensed
that she was starting to weaken a bit and was probably close to tears,
so I stopped, This was more psychological than disciplinary and I
didn't want to ruin our relationship, only to make her think a bit
about what she did! I picked her up off my knee and cuddled her,
nibbling at her ear. Jenny was rubbing at her bottom with one hand and
I sensed I had better give her plenty of time before she would take a
few cane strokes. We exchanged little endearments as she quickly
regained her composure. She was a tough young lady under a delicate
exterior and in most ways a very sensible girl.
It was strange; at a certain moment we mutually decided it was time for
the main event. Jenny got up and bent over the back of a low chair,
arching her back and sticking her bottom out. "My mum made me do it
like this," she said. I took careful aim, tap-tap whiiistle CRAACK.
A loud gasp from Jenny who wagged her shapely posterior from side to
side. I decided that as this was only to remind her to be careful, 3
strokes would be enough. Jenny put both hands back and rubbed hard,
"Ow ow ow ow," she went! I let her recover and she dutifully bent
over again. Tap-tap, fweesht ZWIIIP, it was a harder stroke and she
let out a yelp off pain and looked round a bit reproachfully,
frantically rubbing at her bottom. She looked away, remaining bent
over the back of the chair but rubbing frantically. I told her what a
brave girl she was, not mentioning that the next one would be the last
one! Eventually Jenny stopped rubbing, stuck her rump out again, so it
was tap-tap, fwooosht BAAANG. I admit it was a hard one! Jenny jumped
to her feet and hopped up and down, rubbing frantically. I dropped the
cane and grabbed her, helping her to rub her bottom. She wasn't in
tears to my surprise. She wasn't even annoyed as far as I could
tell. She buried her face against me and I cuddled her in my arms. I
eased her back over my knee and massaged her bottom. There were three
hard ridges forming, fortunately my aim was good and they didn't
cross over. After a few minutes of this tender ministration, Jenny
looked round and smiled. "Please give me three more, it feels lovely
now that the pain is going away, I'm all hot and tingling, Pleeeeease
Darling!" She got up and this time knelt on the bed, with her bottom
up and head down, legs well parted, I could see that she was starting
to drip. I resolved to make sure she felt the next 3 strokes, hoping
to burn something about being careful into her memory. I took careful
aim. Tap-tap-tap wheeeshtt CRAAACK I struck a hard stinger home across
the middle of her rump. Jenny let out an anguished yell and rubbed
frantically at her bum. I could see a big angry looking welt rising
up. "HANDS AWAY" I commanded. Eventually Jenny stopped rubbing.
"Shall I give you the next two in quick time then it's over?" I
asked. Jenny nodded her head. I think she was in too much pain to
manage a coherent reply. She composed her herself and bravely stuck
her bum into the air again. Tap-tap-tap Whiiiistle CREEEEESHT, OW OW
OW OW from Jenny who writhed about, biting at the bedclothes. It was
doing some good. Tap-tap Wheeeesht BAAARSHT. A sizzling cut struck
home harshly across her lower curves, just above the crease. It must
have been very painful indeed. Jenny collapsed rubbing frantically at
her bottom. After a couple of minutes, she lifted herself up, legs
apart and said shakily, "Eat Me." A command impossible to ignore
under the circumstances and it was only a very few seconds before she
erupted into a huge orgasm, grabbing for my raging erection. I did the
needful and after nearly breaking Percy off at the neck, she sank back
on to the bed. After a couple of minutes she looked slyly round and
said, "I can take this caning give me a few more!" I hoisted her
back up on to her knees and took aim. Tap-tap Wheeesht BAAANG!! I
managed to avoid the existing marks which were very neatly laid on in a
parallel pattern not more than a couple of inches wide. She jerked her
head up and drew in a sharp breath, wagging her arse about from side to
side. I waited for her to recover, thinking that I would carry on
until she begged for an end to it. Eventually I saw her muscles relax
and her head go down. Tap-tap Wiffft Craaack, maybe not quite so hard
but a bit lower down, thinking it was time to sacrifice force for
accuracy. It landed just below the previous stroke. "OooooH OW
OW", came from Jenny as she repeated the arse wagging action. The
muscles of her back and neck stood out in sharp relief, she looked a
bit like an anatomical model. Again I waited for the waters to settle
and then tap-tap Fwoop Baaaarsht. I had aimed a bit higher this time,
a little above the presently caned zone. I had about three inches to
play with before I ran out of flesh above the cleft in her buttocks.
She shook her rump from side-to-side again whilst taking deep breaths
in an attempt to deal with the sudden pain shock. Jenny was getting
the hang of being caned, relaxing before the stroke so that the cane
did impact a tight muscle and thereby lessened the pain she
nevertheless had to endure (if she was to be caned at ball). It
suddenly dawned on me that my girl friend was a "natural" and that
I had wasted quite a lot of time in not getting her acquainted earlier
with the kiss of the Yellow Uncle. I realised that the tactic of
reducing the force and increasing the accuracy had saved her from the
agony of caning the same place twice whilst still causing plenty of
stimulation at a live she could just handle. She quietened herself. I
could see her white knuckles gripping the bedclothes. My heart went
out to her. This was a brave young lady taking her punishment like as
lady and getting as much benefit as possible out of it. Tap-tap
Whoosht Baaang, another stoke above the growing pattern of red (and
becoming purple) lines spreading across her pert little buttocks. This
time she lowered her head on to the bed grabbing at and chewing the
sheet whilst her bum shook around. I waited calmly for the disturbance
to pass. Jenny was not making much noise; she was doing her best to
handle these accurate but less powerful strokes. She gathered herself
together and relaxed. Her behaviour under punishment was exemplary,
little fuss, much bravery and an iron will to take what was handed out,
a true English girl! Tap-tap Whweeeeft BAAAANG, lower and a little
harder this time for stroke number 12!. Jenny reacted predictably
under the greater impact and collapsed on to the bed, this time rubbing
hard at her well thrashed rump. I wondered if she had been counting
too and had come to the conclusion I might take a break at number 12,
as nothing had been said.
I thought a reward was overdue, so I got on to the bed, helped massage
the marks (her bottom was very hot) which were forming into hard,
ridged welts). Eventually I got her back on to her knees and sucked on
her clit prior to entering her and screwing her to 7th heaven! Jenny
got me on to my back and rode me to a shattering mutual climax like
Vesuvius erupting. We disentangled after a few moments and lay in each
others arms, I felt the welts on her bum. "Darling, would you like
a few more to finish you off?" I asked. She looked hard at me and
said "I was a bad girl and the trouble is, I have enjoyed this. Give
me six more but make the last three very hard punishment strokes. I
deserve it!" I resolved when all this was over to find if my dear
Jenny was such a novice to corporal punishment as I had assumed. We
had never discussed it, but I knew she had been to a convent school, so
I wondered if she was such a stranger to it after all!
I got her back on to her knees on the bed and took aim, this time just
above the crease between buttocks and thighs. Fweeep Baaang, a
moderate stinger but delivered to a rather more tender area. Jenny
went rigid and this time drew in deep breaths between clenched teeth.
Again the "anatomical model" display and frantic bottom wagging!
She regained her composure within a reasonable time, tap-tap and
Wheeeesht Baang, another fairly moderate low cut, fortunately and by
this time, luckily, avoiding crossing any of the old marks. It was
going to be difficult to find u-caned flesh for the last few and maybe
the "disciplinary final three" would be best applied over existing
marks to "wake up" the feeling! Jenny sort of growled and then
repeated the chewing and grabbing act. I wondered if she would
actually bite some holes in the sheets! I waited for her to recover
then took careful aim at one of the few un-caned areas on her lower
curves, then Fweeeep Criiiiiisht another moderate cut landed. Jenny
was I suspected becoming a bit numb as her reaction was less vigorous
than that which followed the earlier strokes. She hissed in her breath
again and wagged her bum from side-to -side but she was handling it
OK. It was time to increase the force for the final 3 strokes.
I decided not to bother too much about where the final 3 would land. I
thought it might be better to get it over with quickly rather than
delay what was likely to be fairly agonising. So I said, " Jenny, I
am going to give you the final 3 strokes in quick time and get it over
with. If that's OK with you, just nod your head now." Jenny
obediently nodded her head, I took careful aim at the middle, well
thrashed part of her rump and Fweep BAAANG, Zwiiii[p BARAAARSHT FWEEEEP
CRAAAAACK and there hard strokes rained rapidly home. Poor Jenny
collapsed on to the bed and burst into tears, rubbing frantically at
her bum. I parted her legs and tried my best to suck on her clit. Her
sobs slowly decreased. Her clit was enormous, engorged with blood add
she was leaking quite a bit from her pussy. This young lady had a
tendency to lubricate quite well, but the caning had certainly
increased the output. I was rock-hard again. There is nothing like
the experience of thrashing a shapely young bum to make me as stiff as
a caber, so I eased myself into her again and gave her another rough,
deep shafting. I was rewarded with 2 incredible orgasms within about 3
minutes of each other and I could feel her involuntary vaginal muscles
squeezing Percy so I hung on and waited. Eventually she subsided and
looked reproachfully round at me through tear-filled eyes. "You bad
man, I have never known such pain, you have to make me feel better."
I uncoupled from her and went into the kitchen, returning with a
plastic bowl filled with ice cubes. I got a towel out of the en-suite
and put it under her on the bed. I went to work on the vivid
purple-blue welts on her shapely bottom. Running ice cubes along the
welts would reduce the swelling and pain quite a bit. After about 15
minutes or so of this, Jenny was shaking rather less and taking slower,
deeper breaths. It was working. It's civilised and correct to help
a girl after she's been thrashed. The punishment is the thrashing
itself, not its aftermath.
This marked a new point in our relationship, being the first of many
enjoyable spanking episodes which we have enjoyed ever since then, long
may it reign!