Christine had shot her first video for Jen-Sen.  It was not a big thing; it was just a beginning.  An eight-minute video of her being spanked with the hand, strap, and small paddle by Karl.  She ended up standing in the corner, hands on her head, panties down around her ankles, and wearing only her bra.  After the spanking, the camera operators held up while Karl smeared Ben-Gay on her ass.  Then they resumed shooting.  The video was doing well.  Karl said it was because of the way she squirmed after the balm was rubbed on her backside.  Three weeks later, she was ready to go for a second shooting.

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Christine changed and was shown to her set.  She was wearing a conservative navy-blue dress, black bra and panties underneath, with a matching garter belt and black thigh-high stockings.  She had sensible pumps on her feet.  This was to be her first scenario, or role-play.  She was to be a secretary who had lost a file.  She also had a new spanker.  Carter was the same age as Karl, but not as heavy.  He was dressed the part of a businessman, wearing slacks, tie, and a sport coat.  He was roughly the same age but nicer looking.

"Okay," said Carter, smiling, "you know how it goes.  You've read the outline.  We ad-lib a lot.  I want to work you to the cane, and give you ten.  And the only thing you'll have on is the garter belt and stockings when we get to the cane.  You know the safe word, right?"

"Got it," said Christine.  "Let's start whenever you are ready."

The scenario began normally, with Carter lecturing Christine about always misplacing files.  Christine was apologetic and did a good job of looking worried.  The dialog continued for a short time, and Christine ended up over Carter's knee for some classic OTK.  The dress came up above her hips, Carter produced a tight wedgie on the panties, and gave her a bunch of hand spanks.  Her backside was turning pink.  Then he had her stand, holding her dress up high, and gave her a few more.  Then he had her remove the dress.

There was a bit of lecture, and Carter produced a small strap from a drawer in his desk.  Christine leaned over a chair, Carter pulled her panties down to her ankles, and went to work.  The strap really didn't sting all that much.  Christine wiggled a bit with each whack, but it was more for effect.  After a time, Carter had her stand and step out of her panties.  Then he had her take off her bra and put her hands on her head.  He began another lecture.

During the lecture, he grabbed a small paddle from the desk.  He gave the girl two smacks on her palms with it and then had her lean on another chair with her legs spread.  This small paddle stung.  Carter was whacking her, but not full strength.  He wanted her to cane dance a bit later.  After about ten on each cheek from the paddle, Carter rubbed her bottom a bit and tickled over her mound.  Christine jumped; she didn't expect this.  

Carter had her stand again and, this time, her hands were extended.  He laid the cane across her palms, then walked behind her and gave her a good bottom inspection.  The cameramen were getting it all.

"Now," said Carter, firmly, "I think a nice ten on you bottom with the cane will make you be more careful about how you file important papers.  Agreed?"

"I don't think, Sir," said Christine, properly contrite, "that I really need the cane."

"Oh, I think you do," said Carter.  "A good ten should do it, and then some corner time so you can think your careless behavior over.  Get the chair, Young Lady."

Christine went and got a straight office chair, and knelt on it as instructed.  Carter swished the cane a bit, and then rubbed it over her bottom.  She gasped and shivered when the first whack hit.  When the second hit, she hopped off the chair.  The burn was unbelievable.

"Back on the chair!" hollered Carter.  "Else you'll get ten more."

Carter gave her two more kneeling on the chair.  Then he had her down.  He grabbed her nipples and pulled her to the wall.  He had her lean, palms flat and back extended, against the wall.  He made her spread her legs.  He rubbed the cane over her mound a bit, and then gave her the final six.  Christine counted them out, using "Sir" after each one.  She bounced a bit after each swat.  When Carter was finished, he had her stand; legs spread, and hold the cane.  He walked behind her and, for good measure, gave her a few swats on her tender backside with his palms for good measure.  Then he smeared on the balm.

"I think we have a really good one here," said the cameraman, as Christine bounced to the burn.

"About how long?" asked Carter.

"A good twelve minutes and some nice reaction on her part."

"Keep it rolling," said Carter.

While Christine bounced, Carter went to the desk and got a flogger.  He let the cameraman shoot some more footage of the girl bouncing, and then removed the cane from her hands.  He started to swat her body, including her breasts, with the flogger.

"Hey!" said Christine, smiling.  "This wasn't in the plot!"

Carter just kept grinning and kept flogging.  He wasn't hitting the girl hard.  He just wanted to keep her tension up a bit.  He would smack her back, her tummy, her thighs, and her bottom.  Every so often, he'd pinch or twist a nipple for good measure.

"Well, you certainly don't seem to be in pain now," said Carter, twisting a nipple and flogging her tummy.

"No, and I think you should stop," said Christine.

"Then why not use the safe word?" asked Carter, grinning.  "You're not running away."

Christine blushed.  She wasn't running away.  She was trying to avoid the flogger, but not trying very hard.  She just looked at Carter and smiled.

"I saw those fingers go between the legs a few times during the caning," said the cameraman.  "I bet she's pretty wet.  Let's get it on cam."

Carter gently felt between Christine's legs; she was swollen and wet.

"Go ahead," he said, "finish up.  We'll watch."

Christine looked about.  She was, for all practical purposes, nude.  She still had her garter belt and stockings, but that was it.  The photographers, both still and video, were shooting.  Carter sat down in a chair and laid the flogger across his lap.  Christine smiled and reached between her legs with her right hand.

Carter watched the girl twitch and shake for a few minutes as she pleasured herself.  Then he stood up and gently guided her to a sofa near the back of the studio.  Christine lay down, draping her right leg over the back of the sofa and leaving her left foot on the floor.  She spread.  She went back to work with her fingers between her legs.

Carter teased and played with her nipples.  The cameramen kept shooting.  When Christine gasped and shook, reaching her orgasm, Carter smiled.

"Can we use this?"

"We'll see what Frank says," said the cameraman.  "This is great.  This video is going to move."

Christine came down from her climax and stayed nude for about fifteen minutes, chatting with Carter and the crew.  Then she changed into jeans and sweater for the train ride home.  On the train, both her face and backside had a nice blush.
