Please read Modelling.
I felt a little ridiculous standing, well, leaning forward with my hands on my knees in just underpants and a cowboy hat, but that was what George, who seemed to be in chrage wanted, and I was thinking that the cash I had been promised would pay for a cheap room for the night. I would phone my parents that evening, tell them I was sorry for going off and get the next train home. I knew that father would take his cane to my bottom, but whatever.
The camear motor whired and clicked many times, the lights made me blink. George told me to turn sideways on to the camera and to pull my briefs down to my knees. I did not want to do so. No one had ever taken my photo like this and only the other boys at school when I showered after games and my parents had ever seen my bare bum. Then I thought well, I had come this far and needed the money. What harm could come of it and reluctantly and slowly I pulled my underpants down to my knees. George told me to stand still, I was still bending forwards with my hands on my knees and was consious that my bottom was sticking out behind for all to see. It was because I could not see the others (the lights blacked them out) that it seemed almost as if there was no one else in the room so it wasn't all that bad. The final shots were of me standing upright with my back to the lights, my nderwear around my kness and the cowboy hat on my head. These were the easiest shots of all.
Aftre I got dressed Jason and I had a drink and then he suggested we went back to Georges house which was nearby.
On the way Jason told me that he had run away from his uncle after a bad strapping, George had spotted him sitting at the station and he had been modelling for george and doing 'other stuff' ever since. Jason was about two inches shorter than me, just under avaerage for 16 and he had longer dark blond hair. He was slim, like me. He told me his family were gypsies and aftre his dad died he and his mother and two sisters had moved in with his uncles group. He had had a hard life compared with me but he seemed quite happy about staying at Gorge's house so I was not worried about going with him.
At the house, which was an old three story house, Jason shoewed me his room. there were two single beds in it and not musch alse. It was at the top of the house. There was another room thre and a rather old and messy bathroom with a shower which dripped with water, even when the tap was turned off. This house was quite unlike my own neat home. I told Jason that I wanted to phone my parents. As we left the house for a public phone Jason told me that it would be best to dial the police and tell them my name, address and that I was fine. So that is what we did.
George got home later and we ate a meal of burger and fries. There was no ketchup.
George told Jason that he had a job for them both that night so he siad I could stay in the house and watch tv. I agreed and I was feeling tired so it was not a problem. George told Jason to shower and change and they would leave when he was ready. George told me that he would be happy for me to stay as long as I liked, handed me the cash for the modelling and told me that there were not many rules in the house but that if I stayed I would be expected to do physical traning, like Jason, every morning to keep in good shape. I awsa fit and in several sports teams at school so that was easy for mr to agree to. I would share the bedroom with Jason. Well, as I loiked Jason and had necer shared a room before that sounded like a lot of fun to me. I went and sat in an armchair with holes in the arms and George turned on the TV.
A few minutes later Jason came into the room. I was surprised to see him weraing a school uniiform of grey shorts, grey long socks, black shoes , white shirt and a red and blue striped tie. He had a blazer slung over his shoulders. His longish hair was neatly combed back over his ears. he looked very smart.
''Wher are you going like that' I laughed at him.
he laughed mockingly back at me and replied 'I have to have detention for missing school'
George and jason disappered through the door.
About two hours later I went to the bathroom to wash, undressed into my underwear and climed into a cold bed. I fell asleep.
The next morning I woke early. The curtains in the room did not fit and the sun was steaming into the room. I saw that Jason was asleep in the other bed, covered in a white sheet. At least the bed for comfortable, I thought, as I lay there with my eyes half open and half closed. Jason stirred in his bed.
A couple of minutes later I went to use the bathroom and when I returned to the room Jason was up, he was waiting to use the bathroom.
'morning' I said as I past him.
'ok mate' he answered. He turned to go into the bathroom and I glanced back at the naked lad. I was shocked at the sight. His bottom was covered with weals. I knew they were cane marks because father had done the same to me. The marks on Jason were different though, much redder, and they covered his small round bottom. I didn't say anything and just went back to bed.
It was later that day, it was Saturday and we were not modelling, that Jason told me how George often arranged for extra jobs, at different mens houses, for which Jason received a lot of money. George would explain what Jason had to do on the journey and all Jason had to do was remember what his 'role' was and smile, even when it hurt (he added).
I listened carefully thinking that I did not like the sound of that at all. The next day George told us that he had aodredr from the middle east. jason groaned knowingly, but George told him that the prince (whoever this was) wanted another film and that he (George) thought it would be good for me to work with Jason. Jason grinned and looked at me saying 'ever had your bum whacked Chris? bet a handsome lad like you coudn't even take six'' He laughed.
''Actually'', I replid '' my father caned me all the bloody time, if you want to know''.
I noticed that George beamed in delight and I wished I hadn't said anything.
Jason and I did 45 minutes of tough excersice and were both sweating and exhausetd at the end of it. George shouted the orders like we were in the army or something.
The next day we set off for a studio, it waw in a house of the man Jason had vsited and I was looking forward to seeing it in a funny kind of way. We were now both dressed in school uniform that were identical. My shorts did not fit me well as I was nearly a 32 inch waist and Jason was a 30 inch and the shorts belonged to him.
When we arrived at the house we were led into a room which was at the top of the house and was execatly like an old school classroom. There was a blackboard, two old wooden desks and chairs facing an old desk with a leather chair in one corner. I immediately noticed an umbrella stand which was full of canes, like fathers.
I met the man who Jason had been to visit the two nights before. Jason shook is hand warily and so did I. The man, who was called 'sir', and nothing else, asked Jason 'how does your nice little bottom feel today' and Jason said 'its white again thankyou sir''.
''Its quite OK I checked this morning' George added.
George set up the video cameras and lights while 'sir' explained the role. We were both in detention and would be caned with our trouesrs up and then on out underpanyts, before ending up with a hand spanking on our bare bottoms. We would be paid a fee of 100 pounds. I could harldy believe the maney. I had received one ound a week poceket money so 100 pounds seemed like a fortune to me. I did not say a word but thought that this could not be so much worse than my fathers report card canings anyway.
When everything was ready we went and sat at our chairs. We were only to say 'yes sir' and 'no sir' as appropriate, nothing else, but the man added that we should cry and make a noise when we were caned, but not too much noise, ''only genuine' cries, he added looking at Jason who smiled back. George told us that the prince wanted a good movie so if the first take aws not satisfactory he would have to repeat it again another day ''and that means extra whackings'' he told us.
We solemly sat at our desks and were given two old books to read. We were told not to look up until we were told so we both put our hands on our foreheads, leaning forward on our desks. The filming began.
The man called 'sir' sat at his desk in silenec, then he got up and walked around Jason and me.
''Christopher'', he paused, ''have you showered today?''
I looked up. George had the camera focussed on my face.
''Yes sir'' I replied.
The man and Geaorge walked around me and I went back to reading my book.
I was uncertain what was ging on behid me until I felt the man bending over behing me. He bagen to sniff my neck, he was close to me with his nose on my neck. He backed away a little. Then I felt hism bending over further and he put a hand inside the waistband of my shorts and I felt his face close to my back. He sniffed loudly.
I realsied that the man was actually smelling the back of my shorts around my bottom and I felt really uncomforatble but decided to do nothing.
The man moved away and George followed. I kept my head down
I wondered if George had been filming the man smelling my bottom and had no idea why that would be of interest to this prince person.
The man sta on the edge of his desk.
''Christpher'' he said firmly.
''yes sir'' I answered, looking up at him with all the innocence that my 16 years could muster. I thought I should get into the role at least.
''Come here and bend over the desk boy''
I rose from my desk and walked slowly to the desk. I bent over and felt the fabricof my shorts strech across my bottom tightly. Geaorge moved and took uop position behinh me. I knew he would want a good shot od my backside. The man wlaked behind me and then next thing he told me to do was to move my legs apart. he did not have to tell me much. I got inot the position required by my father.
The man must have been pleased because he did not give me any further instructions. I heard him saying ''thats good my boy'' and ''I think I will enjoy caning your bottom today young man'' and other stuff like that.
I felt the cane tapping. The man tapped for a long time, unlike my father. The he slashed the cane across my fleshy 16 year old bottom and I cried out in pain. He caned harder than father. I thought, ''I cannot take this, what does Jason do.'' I remembered that he was still sitting behind me and , as I did not ewant him to call me a big girl, I gritted my teeth and awaited the sceond slash of the whippy stick.
The journey home was made in silence. Jason and I had been whacked and spanked in turn. I did not know about Jason but my bottom was hurting and stinging like hell. In some ways the hand spanking done after 'sir' had completely undressed us was the worst of all as it had lasted for so long. Still I was happy with my earnings and I guessed this weird sicko prince would be happy with his tapes. I did not want to repeat this evenings events for some time.
The next story is about how the prince came to his home by the Thames and Jason and I were invited to a party there.