Christine needed the money.  She didn't want to drop out of school because of a lack of cash.  She wasn't quite sure that she was ready for this but on the surface, it looked good.  The phone interview went well, the money seemed fair, and there was no permanent contract.  She could make a video or two and then quit.  Jen-Sen Web Productions seemed perfect.

She headed out of the city on the train.  According to the directions, the place was in a small business complex about one mile from the station.  She had a forty-minute train ride and then a short walk.  She fretted; she wondered if she would be acceptable.  Frank and Senta Jenkins owned Jen-Sen, and they would interview her.  They told her to wear what she would normally wear to class.  She had on plain white socks, jeans, a grey cable-knit sweater, and the matching lavender bra and panty set she had gotten just for the interview.  She hoped that it would be okay and all would go well.

She arrived at the building at 12:50, ten minutes early.  A receptionist had her fill out an application and sign a sheet swearing that she was over eighteen.  She also presented her birth certificate; the receptionist made a copy and clipped to the application.  Christine took a seat and waited.  At just a few minutes past one, Frank walked into the lobby and greeted her.

"Hello," he said, smiling and extending his right hand, "I'm Frank Jenkins.  Senta is my wife.  Sorry she isn't here; she's off directing a video.  I'm glad you came Christine.  Let's get on with the interview and audition.  Come with me, please."

Christine followed Frank.  He was trim and just starting to grey about the temples.  He looked to be in his early forties.  He was genial and polite.  As they walked, Christine noticed some rooms that were obviously set up as movie studios.

"Here at Jen-Sen," said Frank, smiling and polite, "we own two production companies.  'Shameful Spanking' deals with, well, spankings designed to shame. 'Tormented' deals with some mild bondage, tickling, and forced orgasms on the girls.  You could be used on either site; the choice is yours.  We do photo sets, videos for downloads, and DVD's, all for sale on the web.  You know the fee; it was in the application and it was discussed on the phone.  We have a limit of four videos per site per girl, not counting the audition video."

"What happens if I don't pass the audition?" asked Christine.

"We destroy the audition video," said Frank.  "If you do pass, we may decide to post it later as an additional video.  Of course, you'll get paid for it."

The pair entered a small room with a desk and some chairs.  Three men followed.  One had a video camera, one had a still camera, and there was an older man, bald and fat, in slacks and a dress shirt, who simply sat on one of the empty chairs.

"Your Asian?" asked Frank.  "That's good.  We have blondes, brunettes, redheads, Latinos, and even some black girls in our archives.  But no Asians.  You will be a nice addition.  Now, you're nineteen, right?  Please take that chair."

Christine sat, and noticed the room had a collection of canes, straps, and paddles.  She shivered a bit.

"Yes, I'm nineteen," she answered.  "And my father is American; my mother is Chinese.  So I'm a bit of a mutt."

The still photographer started shooting, as did the man with the video cam.  The older fellow just sat and listened.

"You've been spanked before, I take it," said Frank.  "I want to be sure.  You responded to the advertisement for our spanking site."

"Yes," said Christine.  "But I haven't been spanked for about, oh, two years."

"Please strip to your bra and panties," said Frank.  "You can keep your socks, if you like.  We have bottled water, tea, and coffee.  Care for a drink?  And tell us a bit about your spanking experience, such as positions, implements, and so forth."

"No, not right now," said Christine, standing up and slowly disrobing until she was wearing only her lingerie.  Her chair was in the center of the room.  Both photographers began to move and shoot.

"I've been spanked OTK, leaning on a wall, leaning on a chair, all fours, and, what do you call that position where you're just on hands and feet, bottom in the air?"

"The lunge position," said the old guy.  "And, by the way, I'm Karl.  I'll be spanking you today."

"And implements?" asked Frank.  "Please remain standing so we can get some good pictures."

"Hand, straps, paddles, and cane," offered Christine.  "Of course, I always had the strap or paddle prior to the cane.  It was a warm-up, of course.  And I've had Ben-Gay smeared on my bottom after a spanking to prolong the burn."

"How did you get started?" asked Karl.

"Well," said Christine, giggling, "there was this older guy in our neighborhood.  Ever since I was fifteen he kept teasing me about being a naughty girl, and how he was going to pull down my panties and redden my bare bottom.  Well, one day he did!  I was so shocked!"

"And you liked it," added Frank.  "How old were you?  And did it go on?"

"I was sixteen, and he yanked my bikini down one day," said Christine, blushing.  "And yeah, I did like it.  It went on for about two years.  Of course, my folks had separated by then.  They had no idea.  None at all."

"Okay," said Frank.  The girl seemed to be relaxing as she talked.  This was a good sign; some girls just seemed to get increasingly nervous.  "Why don't you get naked, and then you can tell us a bit about your sexual experience.  For instance, any anal, toys, or masturbation?  Any girl-girl?"

"I guess I should have worn a thong today," said Christine, removing her bra.  

"Panties are fine," said Frank.  "If we decide to use you, we'll tell you what lingerie to wear as part of the scenario we shoot.  Fair enough?  By the way, that's a pretty set you're wearing."

Christine nodded.  She tugged of her socks, and then removed the panties.  She shivered a bit because the room was cool.  She stood naked in front of the two men.  The photo people were working away.

"I haven't done any Lesbian since high school," Christine volunteered.  

"Did you like it?" asked Karl.

"Yeah, it was nice.  Most of my sex with guys was pretty normal.  The only time I ever masturbated was for my spanker.  Sometimes he would watch me masturbate after a spanking."

"Toys or anal? Any sex with your Top after the spanking?" inquired Karl, his tone serious.

"Well, sort of," replied a giggling Christine.  "Sometimes he would use his fingers or a toy on my to make me cum.  And I have had fingers, beads, and small vibes in my anus.  But never a penis.  I think he just wanted to embarrass me."

"Well, Christine," said Frank, smiling, "that's what we do here.  Our spankings are designed to embarrass and humiliate.  It sells.  Now, Karl will spank you as part of your audition.  He will probably work up to the cane.  Now, if at any time you want to stop or feel he is getting out of line, shout out the word 'red.'  That's the safe word.  Karl, you ready?"

Karl stood up and nodded.

Christine blushed.  She had a funny feeling she was going to enjoy this bit of exhibitionism.
