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There’s something familiar about the art studio, if only Sally could recall what. The owner greets her warmly. “Hi, I’m Danny. Thanks for coming over in person to check the images, so much better than online or phone?”
Nice looking man thinks Sally wistfully, and those piercing blue eyes… unfortunately, he looks to be a decade my junior.
Around 15 minutes later, ad campaign images approved, Danny throws a conversational curve ball. “Weren’t you once a photographic model?”
“How could you possibly know that?”
“Because I’ve an astute memory for faces. Plus the previous owner here kept copies of his work, including,” raised eyebrows, “the, er, specialist stuff. If it helps this place was called Phelps Photography until I changed the name.”
Ah, light into Sally’s darkness – this explains her earlier sensation of déjà vu, she has been here before.
“You used to be Daisy Bloom didn’t you?” Again he wrong-foots her.
“For certain assignments…” concedes Sally cautiously.
“Such as these,” Danny reaches up to a high shelf and produces a pile of spanking magazines. “Found them a while back, and have to confess they’ve had a profound influence on me since. Love the scenes you did, real film was so much better – were the photo shoots fun?”
Dam this bloke and his rapid changes of topic. Not to mention those hypnotic azure eyes. Sally, at once intrigued and disconcerted, decides honesty is probably the best policy. “Yes,” she answers succinctly, then counters with a question. “Do you own this place now?”
“I was working as a photographer’s assistant when the boss died unexpectedly, Kurtköy Olgun Escort none of his family wanted the business and sold it to me a bargain price,” explains Danny. “Tell me about your career?”
“Lots of modelling when I was young; fashion, adverts, not just, you know…” Sally nods defensively towards the stack of CP titles. “When digital took over, I realised the real money was in creating content.”
“Hope I’m not embarrassing you by asking?” Danny says, so straightforwardly that Sally suspends disbelief and takes him at his word.
“No, not at all, just a part of my life I’ve moved on from.” Suppressed more like, she thinks wistfully, mentally reprising the slow decline of her marriage. Finally putting those past assignments into perspective she can realises what began as workaday modelling jobs soon became eagerly anticipated episodes of sexual theatre. Put bluntly spanking had turned her on like nothing else. Sadly her husband wouldn’t indulge her fantasies; and while a good, straight fuck is a wonderful thing for Sally it lacks the all-encompassing intensity she craves.
“The previous incumbent kept some props too,” reveals Danny, interrupting her daydream. From another shelf he produces a selection of canes. Bends a thin, whippy rattan between his hands and then theatrically swishes it through the air, the once-familiar sound sending Sally’s adrenalin surging. “Want to try it – for old times sake?”
She’d be mad to say yes. And yet… He’s so intensely persuasive. Sally’s doesn’t rush into an answer; takes her time, flicks through some of the magazines. High-end production Kurtköy Sarışın Escort values, well composed shots, decent storylines and hey, didn’t she look good? Although Sally won’t see 40 again she’s still in demonstrably good shape, Danny’s also more than attractive too, this might be a chance to fill a void in her life. “OK,” she agrees, hoping her voice doesn’t sound as shaky as her knees feel.
“Let’s have you touching your toes”. Danny effortlessly assumes control. “Just a token six strokes to reacquaint you with the pleasures of chastisement”.
Gracefully she bends and grasps her ankles, her body supple and flexible as all those years ago, delightful derriere perhaps a fraction larger and in Danny’s opinion all the more alluring.
Sally gasps as he uses the cane tip to flick up her dress, exposing close-fitting black knickers and taut thighs.
“I won’t offend your modesty, you can keep those panties on,” he announces reassuringly. “Ready for the first?”
“Yes,” she replies, voice scarcely more than a whisper.
Despite being out of practice Sally’s extensive experience at the receiving end of a cane isn’t forgotten. She instinctively knows not to tense her bottom and although flinching at each fiery contact doesn’t make a sound until the fifth strokes hits home across the tender junction between buttock cheeks and upper thighs.
“Oh my”, she gasps, exhaling hard, but remaining in position.
“Last one,” announces Danny. Lips tightly pursed Sally nods mutely in assent. The heat burning her bottom is inexorably spreading into intimate areas; bring it on she thinks Kurtköy Şişman Escort eagerly, stoke the fire.
A split second after the last cane cut Sally shoots upright, frantically massaging her punished posterior. Those skimpy knickers have provided no protection; she can already feel horizontal wheals through the silky material.
“Well taken,” Danny compliments her. “You know, next time I think you should wear stockings. Like you did in this picture story.” He proffers well-thumbed spanking magazine. “Take it home to jog your memory.”
Next time? WTF? Sally thinks, flushed and flustered.
“I’m sure we’ll need a final check of the pages – say early next week,” continues Danny, sang-froid intact.
Sally is equally sure no such thing is required, yet driven by an atavistic impulse assents to a Monday afternoon meeting. Hastily stuffs the proffered journal into her bag, makes her excuses and exits.
Seated on the train home Sally squirms discreetly on her stinging bum, puts on headphones and closes her eyes to cut off the outside world. Instead of listening to music like most of her fellow passengers she replays the recent caning repeatedly in her imagination, thighs squeezing together to contain her arousal.
Once through the front door of her flat Sally can’t wait to examine her cane-striped cheeks in the hall mirror, proudly tracing each livid red line with her fingers. Tugs down her knickers and urgently sends questing digits into action.
Spreading her legs wide in the bedroom and desperate for release Sally grabs her favourite vibrator and is soon urgently penetrating her yearning depths. Thumb circling her engorged clit she all too quickly comes, her most intense climax in years, a series of body shaking orgasms leaving Sally wrung out and, momentarily, satiated. She sighs, a whole weekend before the next encounter with Danny, definitely going to need more batteries…
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