My excessive blood pressure caused me to fail my annual company medical, and they demanded I see my doctor. At my appointment, it was a locum and not the usual man. She was a Chinese girl and wasted no time in taking my blood pressure, which was raised.

She said,“ Let’s give it a few minutes and check again.”

This was an attractive young lady without that oriental grim look, and I mentally removed her clothes. On the second reading, my blood pressure had dropped, and she expressed surprise that it would drop so fast.

“Give it a few more minutes and try again.”

The third reading was lower.

“That’s very unusual, because your blood pressure is close to normal. Have you developed a biofeedback method of controlling it?”

I said, “Maybe.”

She said, “Can you explain, please?”

“I think about something nice.”

“Could you explain, please?”

“It’s a typical male preoccupation.” How naughty!

She said, “Your blood pressure is too high, but we can fix it.” She picked up the phone, rang reception, and booked the next appointment for me. At the next appointment, my blood pressure was under control. “I will book you a checkup appointment in a month, but it won’t be with me, because I’m moving to another surgery in the area.”  After thanking her for her efforts, I wondered if I would see this attractive girl again.

While shopping in town, I met her, and we went for a drink. At the pub, I told her that the company doctor had checked my blood pressure and I was back in the game. With a hand on my knee under the table, she said, “I live in Ameshurst on Furzedown Lane. Follow me in your car.”

Indoors, she was all business!

“Would you like a G&T, please?”

“Sure, it’s my favourite.”

“I don’t know your name.”

“Peter.”

“I’m Jasmine.” We snuggled up on the couch, kissing and cuddling. Her nipples were hard to the touch, and I had an enormous boner!

She said, “Shower together first, and I will show you something lovely, if different!”

What did ‘different’ mean?

Naked, Jasmine was a perfect little Venus, with pert breasts, a bubble bum, a Brazilian mound, and the hint of a tummy, which I like, as I don’t care for sticks. To have a shower with her was an erotic experience, when she placed my hand on her vulva, and after I washed and pleasured her there, she directed me to wash her arsehole! In the bedroom, she displayed herself on the bed in an uninhibited manner, clearly aware of her natural beauty. My reaction to this, which rooted me to the spot as I stared, amused her.

“I’m not the first naked girl you have seen, am I?”

“No, but you present yourself in a manner I have never experienced before.”

“Peter, go down on me, please.”

Efforts with my tongue produced an uninhibited and vocal response on her part! Thank goodness it was a detached house.

“First, I will cane your bare arse and then you screw me. No man screws me until I have caned him!”

So that’s what ‘different’ meant!

“Do you do this to all your male friends?”

“Perhaps that’s why I don’t have many of them. Kneel on the bed, bum-up, please.”

She stood stark naked, holding a cane in her hand. My generation was used to a thrashed bum at school, but that was forty years ago. If I wanted to screw the beautiful Jasmine, and I did, then I'd take her caning like a man!

“Are you ready?”

“Yes.”

Whistle, crack and a hard stinger landed across my rump, and I succeeded in not yelling out loud! It brought back awful memories, but this time, there would be a reward other than my right hand at the end. “Good boy! Well done! Only eleven more!”

Jasmine took her time and allowed me to recover between strokes, and after a few minutes, my flaming arse was twitching with a life of its own. I looked back at her and noticed she was fingering her vulva. So I had met a spanking freak, turned on by it!

When I stood up, rubbing my flaming bum, she put her arms around me and said, “You could star in one of our movies!”

“Movies! What sort of movies?”

Jasmine said, “Spanking movies, of course. Silly boy!”

“But you are a doctor?”

“Yes, and it helps with the movies. Enough of this! Give me six strokes, and screw the arse off me.”

Jasmine handed me the cane and knelt on the bed, bum-up. My shrivelled erection returned as I saw what awaited me. I hoped that an explanation concerning the movies would follow.

“Six strokes, and don’t hold back.”

Suddenly, I saw faint marks on her bum, which looked like old cane marks.

“Am I looking at old cane marks?”

“Yes, they are about two weeks old and from the last movie shoot. I will explain later. Hurry, you beast! Six strokes only!”

If she had marks on her bum two weeks after the event, she must be used to it, so I didn’t need to hold back, and she was getting only six strokes, not the twelve she had given me.

“Are you ready?”

“Yes, be quick before I die of frustration.”

Whistle, crack. I used plenty of force, and the cane bit into her bum, springing back. A mark suffused purple within a few seconds. Jasmine gasped and wagged her bum about, and I waited for her to calm herself.

Whistle, crack. I repeated the action, using more force, as the first stroke had not cut her skin. I held the cane down in contact with her bum before allowing it to spring back. Jasmine let out an anguished yell and rubbed her bum frantically.

“Ow, ow, you have done it before?”

“No, it’s my first experience of giving one. Are you ready?”

“Yes, and please don’t wait between strokes.”

The juices were running down between her legs.

Whistle, crack. “Ow, ow.”

Whistle, crack. “Oh, Jesus.”

Whistle, crack. “Aaaah, finish it quick.”

Whistle, crack. “That’s about the hardest caning ever, you bad boy.”

She rolled over onto her back and parted her legs, and said, “Come on, screw the arse off me.”

Her tight pussy, which was already in spasms, gripped me, driving me to a memorable climax.

“Stay inside me for as long as you can, please.”

No longer being in my youth, I willed myself to remain hard because I wanted her to enjoy her throbbing pussy for as long as possible. Eventually, age got the better of me, and I had to decouple!

“You are a real tiger and did very well for someone of your age. I’m going to have a sore bum and pussy.”

“You cannot tell a book by its cover, but nothing about your outward appearance hints at your sexuality, and what’s all this about ‘spanking movies’?”

“I grew up in Hong Kong, where spanking and caning were the norm at home, even for girls in private schools, so I was no stranger to a sore bum and its sexy aftermath. I studied medicine and graduated there, passed my NHS exams, came here, spent time in A&E in a hospital, worked in a GP practice, and became a locum because you get away from the drag of a full-time practice. It’s also better paid, would you believe?”

All this time, I have been fingering her vulva.

“Peter, go down on me again, please,” and she rolled onto her back again, knees up. Our mingled juices tasted sweet, and I slid a finger into her pulsing pussy, hoping to arouse her G-spot. I found the target, if Jasmine’s reactions were indicative!

She said, “Give me six more cane strokes, please.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yes, because I know my feelings, and if you do it right, I will have a caning orgasm, which differs from the usual one.”

“OK, slow or fast, please?”

“Aim at the fat part of my bum, and every ten seconds. If I ask you to keep going, please don’t hesitate.”

She lay with a pillow under her tummy to raise her bum.

I said, “Ready?”

I gave her a stroke every ten seconds, and as the sixth stroke cracked across her rump, Jasmine said, “Carry on, I’m almost there.” After three more strokes, she was writhing about, moaning in delight and grabbing at her bum. Jasmine rolled onto her back and said, “Please play with me again. The caning orgasm is so different and wonderful.”

You must do as you are told, and I attended to her as she played with my dick, which was coming back to life.

“Let me give you a blowjob, because you deserve it.”

Jasmine gave me an excellent blowjob, which amazed me, as it usually took me five or six hours to recover after my first orgasm in a session.

I said, “Please tell me about the movies.”

“Two years ago, a girlfriend of mine in London asked me if I would like to meet some of her friends at a restaurant in Soho, and I accepted. We met in a private room in one of the Chinese restaurants, and her male friends moved around the edges of ‘adult movie making,’ mainly in Germany. Once the meal was over, my friend left me with them, and they got down to business. I thought they were clan or even Triad members and not to be crossed lightly. They said they needed a doctor to check out the girls, physically and psychologically, before, during and after movie making.”

I said, “OK, but exactly what sort of movies are they?”

Jasmine said, “Spanking movies, and the chief honcho who did all the talking used the Cantonese word, which refers to strict and painful disciplinary spankings. I had heard about these movies but had never seen one, so I asked how hard and long did they spank them?”

He said, “The milder ones involve a girl going over a man’s or an older girl’s lap and getting a hand spanking. At the other end of the spectrum, the girl might receive strokes from a cane, leather strap or other implement, maybe over fifteen to twenty minutes.”

“Heavens, it might kill her. That’s extreme!”

The chief said, "That’s unlikely, but it hurts, and there is a lot of money in it. We are used to making movies in Taiwan, but the European market prefers material made closer to a local format, so we decided on Germany because they are less bothered about blue movies. We had not thought things through. One problem is that the Oriental girls living in Germany are aware of human rights, and they’ve had freedoms that they never had back home. We can’t treat them how we do in Taiwan, where a local dominatrix organises the girls, takes a cut for doing it, and is completely reliable. That’s where you come in, because the girls would respect you as a doctor. Your background is closer to theirs, your age is not so different, and you will understand their thoughts and feelings better than a European person. 

"We need you to provide a safeguarding service for the girls so they don’t complain afterwards. You haven’t yet expressed your opinion of spanking movies. If you don’t want to have anything to do with it, we will say goodbye, but if you get involved in the making of these movies, we could move forward.”

“Jasmine, what did you say to them?”

“Peter, I told them I came from a wealthy HK background and was used to corporal punishment at home and school. It hadn’t bothered me growing up because all my friends experienced similar things. That’s the plus side of working with Orientals making spanking movies. If I got involved with recruiting and looking after the girls, I would need to understand their motivation, their feelings about what was happening to them and assess the risks of their participation. If a girl wasn’t up to it on health grounds, or I was worried about her psychological stability, I would not employ her. Once they had taken part in a movie, I could help them with their reaction and increase their self-esteem.”

“So how did that go down?”

Jasmine said, “There was a silence for a moment, and the chief honcho said, ‘Could you possibly spare us a long weekend of three or four nights in Germany within the next three or four weeks? ' I had bookings three weeks ahead with locum work and had been planning to take a break before resuming, so yes, it was possible for me to give them a few days of my time. They asked me to give them the exact dates, and they would book me a flight, organise accommodation, etc. Hopefully, there would be some girls for me to interview and I could have a look at the setup.

“The question of payment arose, and I said the first trip, apart from flights and accommodation, would be on me, and if a business relationship developed in the future, they could pay me. As you know, I’m into spanking, which I had not admitted, and I wondered if I could take part in it, although I did not tell them that!”

I said, "Jasmine, you have plenty of nerve! Did you go, and if so, what happened?”

Jasmine said, "Peter, let me tell you all about it. I arrived on a Friday afternoon, and we got into it. They had found four girls for me to interview the following day and handed me a list of questions they wanted to ask the girls. After going through these, I suggested that some were too direct and that they should let me get the information out of the girls by an oblique approach, to which they agreed. The girls had been told that the interview concerned their future involvement in adult movie making, and there was a financial inducement to attend, and with assurances, it was no strings attached. My interest must have shown, because one of them said, 'You seem happy to go along with this, and I wonder if you have any comments to make?'"

The best thing to do was to listen in silence! Jasmine was on a roll.

I said, "If one or more of the girls expressed an interest, and wanted to get into it immediately, how long would it take you to organise a video shoot?”

The chief said, “We could get going within half an hour, but Jasmine, do you think it is likely?”

“The future is unknowable, but make preparations, because it would be a shame to waste an opportunity!”

The girls arrived on Saturday morning at nine am, and we had tea or coffee together, girls only, to break the ice. I interviewed them separately, first asking if any of them were time-limited, in which case I would talk to her first. One girl called Josie had to get away within two hours, so I talked to her, and it went well. She said. “I wondered if it was glamour, soft porn, simulated sex, full sex, or BDSM, or even spanking?”

I said, “Which of those interests you, please?”

“All of them, to a degree. Which ones do they make here?”

“Spanking mainly!”

“I like a sore bum and find it a turn-on, and I’m interested!”

“It’s a pity you can’t spend more time today, because I’m sure we could do something.”

Josie said, “Today I’m doing a double shift, but I’m free all day tomorrow and until four pm on Monday. Does that help?”

“Can you hang on, and I will talk to the boss?”

The news delighted the guys, and the chief said, “Get her back here tomorrow at ten o’clock and we will be ready.”

I said, “OK. I will get back to you if she can’t make it, and I will carry on with the interviews.

Back with Josie, I said, “Josie, the film crew will be ready from ten o’clock tomorrow.”

“Good, and I will be here.”

 I handed out the bribe, shook hands, and she left.

The next girl, Jenny, once told about the spanking thing, said ‘no way,’ took her bribe and left. I persuaded her to exchange email addresses in case she changed her mind, and gave her my ‘emergency’ email address in case she felt distressed, etc.

The third girl, Jackie, perked up at the word spanking and told me she had received spankings and canings growing up, she knew it could be a turn-on and was interested. I asked her if she could wait, how long she could stay, etc., and she said, “All day, if there’s money in it!”

I talked to the guys. They said, “We will get the video gear ready.”

Girl number four, Susie, was similar in outlook and available until four pm, so it was another trip to the guys, who could hardly believe it. In all cases, the motivation was money.

I said to the crew, “Leave me with the girls. Let me get them in the mood, warmed up, and I will figure out what they will and won’t accept. If you have a variety of scripts ready, get them out and we can see what fits their outlook.”

With the two of them willing to move things along, I went over their spanking experiences in more detail and asked them, if not embarrassed, to tell me if they had had any spanking experience with adults. One of them once had a boyfriend (relationship now over), who had put her over his knee and spanked her, but he was hopelessly unfaithful and she gave him the boot. The other girl was last spanked at age eighteen, when her mother had caned her for ‘promiscuity’, having caught her in a clinch with a boyfriend whose hand was in her panties.

It was time to be upfront, so I said, “It’s been a while since either of you were involved in giving or receiving spankings or canings, so how would you like to get into it? What would you enjoy? Would you like to spank me?”

They were incredulous when I suggested that they could spank me, so I said, “Let’s see the facility in more detail.” I showed them the shower room and toilet, which also had a bidet. The place was comfortably warm. I had been over with them the general lead-up to a film session with the guys, so I stripped off in front of them, and took a pee while they watched amazed, sat on the bidet, washed my pussy and arse, and dried myself.

I said, “That’s what the girls do before filming. If you want to take part in a ‘get to know you moderate spanking session,’ would you like to prepare, please? Don’t worry, I have locked us in and the guys can’t disturb us.”

They stared at each other, whilst I sat there in a bathrobe, and Jackie said, “I’m up for it, but I have never given a spanking.”

“How about you, Susie? Would you spank me?”

Susie had clearly never thought about it. I said, “Take your time. There is no rush. “

I could hear the gears going round, and shortly she said, “You know, it might be fun!”

“OK, would you like to spank or even cane me to find out how you feel?”

Jackie said, “If we spank you, could they film it and make it a part of a movie? If so, they might pay us!”

Susie said, “I’m all for that!”

Jackie said, “I don’t want to be identified,” and Susie nodded.

I said, “There’s an easy way out of that. We wear COVID-type face masks. Some movies get made that way. It’s what happens to the girl’s bum that matters to the viewers! But before we start, I want to give you a quick medical check, such as blood pressure, listen to your heart, blood oxygen check, etc.”

They both nodded, and it didn’t bother them, going by their reaction. Being young and healthy, they passed a check-up, and through talking to them, I assessed that their psychological state was good enough to proceed. I handed out bathrobes and suggested that they get ready while I talked to the guys.

In my bathrobe, I spoke to the guys. “There’s the three of us up for making a spanking video—me and the two girls.”

The chief said, “So you are up for a spanking with them?”

“Yes, and a caning, and I think could talk those girls into sapphic sexual contact. Have you got a script?”

The chief said, “The script has you being about ten years older than them, and you could be their older sister. They are staying at your place while they are at Uni. You were away for the weekend, and on your return, to your annoyance, they had trashed the place. Cigarette butts, broken glasses, used condoms  — nothing cleared up. You did your nut, and after they cleaned up, you told them to accept a caning or get out, and they accepted. You give them at least six strokes each, but you feel guilty afterwards, and to show no hard feelings, they each give you six strokes. Everyone is turned on by it, and there is sapphic sex, possibly a bum caned while sex is going on, etc. We can keep it fluid and edit afterwards.”

I said, "Sounds good to me, but here are a few rules:- The girls are to be treated with total respect, no comments, well-intentioned or vulgar, about their appearance, abilities as actresses or models, or whatever goes on. How much will you pay them for taking part?”

“Two hundred euros each, and more later if the video sells well. It’s been a hard time since we got here with very little achieved so far. We can show them evidence of what we pay the Taiwan girls as their videos continue to sell. It’s not huge money, but it’s steady. Also, there could be more work if we like what we see. Leave that up to us.”

I said, "OK, that sounds good. Two more things. No sexual contact at all. If you want to change things, direct the action, etc., do so through me, please. It might be better not to talk directly to the girls while it’s going on.”

“Right, here are three copies of the script. Please spend an hour going through it with the girls. The verbal part is less important than the action, and ad-libbing is fine, because we can always voice dub afterwards.”

I was back with the girls, and we went through the script.

I led the discussion. “So, you have come back late in the early hours and the place is a tip, you yell at us and we have to clean up, then take a caning or get out! After seeing our caned bottoms, you offer us the chance to get even because you don’t want hard feelings! The next bit is the most interesting!”

Susie got into it next. “It says here that unscripted sex between us could be a part of it, as it is difficult to predict what will happen during real sexual encounters! I’ve not had an experience of sapphic sex, but I don’t have any objection if I’m going to get paid for it and the partners are clean, appear healthy and are in control of themselves. But men will do the filming! If I were to wimp out of sex, what would they do?”

I said, “The film captures the canings and our reactions to being caned, and a sex scene is the icing on its cake. I have told them that there is to be no sexual contact for them, there are to be no comments at all, they are to treat you with respect, and after an initial briefing, if they want to say anything, they do it through me.”

Jackie said, “I’ve had some sapphic contact and in the right circumstances, I like it, and I agree, getting paid for it is a big factor!”

“OK, so you are both happy to go along with the caning part and we see what happens next?”

They nodded. “This brings me to the point about the severity of the caning. These vary in the movies from fun or erotic spankings up to ‘judicial’ or ‘punishment’ spankings. The canings will be erotic, if towards the harder end of it. Canings need to be realistic, and I find it better if the girl reacts to it visibly and verbally, but not to an extreme extent. I draw the line at cutting the skin and at causing a haematoma.”

“What’s that?” asked Susie.

“It’s a severe bruise that forms a blood blister under the skin.  The caning that produces it would be agonisingly painful, and I’m not up for that, giving or receiving. Look at my bum.”

I bent over the end of the bed and pulled my bathrobe aside to show them the faint marks of my last caning.

They drew a breath, and Jackie said, “So you take canings and you are not kidding us.”

“Yes, and it’s for the best because having been caned, I have empathy for a person receiving my caning.”

Susie said, "How does it affect you?”

“It’s an enormous sexual turn-on, because each stroke excites my pussy, and usually I have a special orgasm from it. Have either of you been turned on by spankings or canings?”

They both nodded and looked embarrassed.

“It’s nothing to be embarrassed about! Whatever we do today, I hope you will enjoy it, even if you are sore afterwards!”

I showed them the six millimetre thick cane, and said, “Do you think you could stand a few strokes of this? It’s not thick enough to cause a serious bruise, but it delivers a good sting.”

Susie said, “I’ve had experience of a similar cane, and it’s not too harsh.” Jackie nodded in agreement.

There were new thin vibrators, unused in their wrapping, and a strap-on.

“Have you tried a vibrator?” “Yes,” from the two of them, and Susie added, “Not during spanking, but I’m willing to try it.” Jackie nodded.

“Sitting on the bidet spray, with a sore bum in a state of arousal is an enormous thing for me. Would you be willing to be filmed doing it?”

“Masked, yes,” said Jackie.

I said, “How about taking part in sapphic sex and being filmed during it?”

“That would cost them,” said Susie.

“I agree. Is there anything else you want to ask, please?”

Susie said, “Will they let us recover for an hour or two if it exhausts us, please?”

“They must, and I will make sure. This place is not a production line. Shall we get used to each other’s nakedness before we start? Look at me, please.”

A natural still-life pose is a great way to break the sensual ice between girls, so I propped myself up on two pillows on the bed, right knee up with my right hand on it, left leg relaxed, exposing my pussy, and fondling my breasts with my left hand.

“We are a beautiful group,” said Jackie.

A naughty idea crossed my mind, and I gently fingered my vulva.

Susie said, “You are making me horny. It’s my turn now.”

I got up, and Susie took up my pose, and fingered herself to an orgasm. Jackie had colour in her cheeks, and she could not wait, sat on the edge of a chair and fingered herself to an orgasm. Everyone was ready for what would follow.

“Before we start, should we freshen up?”

They nodded, and I beat them to the bidet and cleaned myself again.

“Right. We will start it in a few minutes after I talk to the guys. One last check. Have you got anything to add or discuss, please?”

They both shook their heads.

“OK, read the script again and get ready while I talk to the guys.”

They were to be in underwear with a halter top when I came in, and there would be empty bottles, glasses, paper rubbish, upturned chairs, etc. I would wear a dress with nothing under it!

The film crew operated under the chief, with two cameras, fixed and movable lights and a sound man. When they came in, the chief said, “Thank you for attending today. It’s the first time you have made a movie and the type of movie, you are making, for its impact, relies far more on the ‘acting’ and how the cast react to giving and receiving spankings and canings than it does on dialogue. If the spanking pain gets to you, you can yell out, but try to avoid too much profanity. If you need to stop, yell out RED and everything stops instantly.

“As to sapphic sex, if it starts, that’s fine and there is no script to guide it. If a good sapphic scene takes place, we will give you an extra one hundred euros today, making three hundred in total. Ad-libbing is often the key to a good sapphic piece. Assuming the movie sells well, we make extra small payments, we will wait to get enough income to hand it out in multiples of 50 euro, but don’t rely on it and it will take a month at least from the production of the video before we can assess how well we have done financially. If we like your acting as spanking models, we may offer you more work, if you want that.

“Please, try not to be embarrassed, and don’t look at the camera or the crew. Concentrate on the spanking action. There are thousands of girls worldwide making spanking movies, so you are not alone.”

I said, “You have got the set ready, so shall we start?”

The girls were in their planned positions, and I walked out of the door. The cameras started, I walked in, and it annoyed me (in the script) to see the mess everywhere.

I said, “What’s been going on? I go out for the evening, come back and the place is like a war zone! You live here for nothing, and you treat the place like this, and it’s a disgrace. Clear everything up while I get ready to deal with you.”

As planned, Jackie said, “What are you going to do with us?”

“Have you ever had a thin cane cracked across your bum?”

“Yes, and it hurt.”

“OK, get ready for some more of that because it’s what you deserve, the pair of you.”

In the movie, the tidying-up part of the script took about thirty seconds, because it was just to set the scene.

I said, “Get naked, that’s the only way I cane girls.”

They obeyed instantly, as it was part of the script.

“Jackie, you kneel on this side of the bed, bum up, knees apart, and head down, and Susie, you kneel on the other side. There’s plenty of space. You will get six good stingers across your arse, but it should be more. You know the safe word?”

“Yes.”

“I hope neither of you will wimp out and use it. If you do, you need to think about your future in this house. I will give you two sets of three strokes each. Remain in place after you have had both sets, because I need to review things with you. Do you understand?”

“Yes.”

“Jackie, I will start with you first.”

I rubbed the cane across her pert rump, drew it back and Whistle, crack, a hard stinger across the fat part of her bum.

“Ouch, ow.”

I said, “Silly girl! Take it like a lady.”

“Yes, Auntie.”

Whistle, crack, followed by a loud yelp!

Whistle, crack, Jackie put back a hand and rubbed her bum! Three red tram lines had appeared, but they did not break the skin.

I moved around to Susie.

“Are you ready?”

“Yes, Auntie.”

Whistle, crack and Susie said, “Do you have to do it so hard?”

“Another silly question, and I will secure you to the caning frame and give you twenty-four strokes, you brazen hussy!”

Susie pouted but said nothing!

Whistle, crack.

“You are cutting me in half!”

“One more word out of you and it will be the thicker cane, not this thin one.”

Whistle, crack.

An intake of breath, but silence. Susie wagged her shapely tail from side to side, and her stripes looked similar to Jackie’s.

“Jackie, here comes your second set of three strokes.”

“I can’t wait,” said breathlessly. Did I have a spanko on my hands?

Whistle, crack.

“Aaah,” and she writhed about!

Whistle, crack.

Jackie said, “A few more and I want you to jump me, please!” Suspicion confirmed! Her pussy glistened, and the juices ran down her inner thighs.

Whistle, crack.

She put a hand between her legs and played with her vulva and clitoris.

“Please, don’t stop. I’m almost at orgasm!”

Susie said, “No, not fair, how about me?” I had two spankos to take care of, which I had not considered!

I said, “Susie, don’t worry, there’s plenty of time. Would you like me to jump you too?”

“Please, after you cane me to orgasm.”

“OK, let me help Jackie first, please.”

Whistle, crack, whistle, crack, with a brief pause between strokes. Jackie had buried her head in the bedclothes and was moaning softly. After stroke five of the third set, she collapsed onto the bed with her gluteal muscles in spasm.

“Auntie, jump me, please. Use your tongue.”

Susie watched enviously!

I stuck my tongue into her soaking pussy, rolled back the hood of her clitoris and got the glans between my tongue and upper teeth. After a minute of this, Jackie said, “No, please stop before I shake to pieces. It’s too strong.”

“Jackie, can you look after yourself while I see to poor Susie?”

“Yes, but can we keep this going?”

“Sure.”

“Susie, get ready. I’m going to cane you until you come, and I guess that’s what you want?”

“Yes, please, and do it faster just like you did to Jackie.”

I did the needful to Susie, who was thinner than Jackie, and the cane welts on her bum were more vivid, starting as grey lines that changed to a deep red, and purple where they crossed. It took nine strokes before she collapsed, and I went down on her, envying her small pussy with its neat lips and throbbing clitoris. She was more vocal than Jackie, and it took longer before she asked me to stop.

My libido was raging, and I asked Jackie, who by this time was recovering from orgasmic bliss, to cane me. I knelt on the bed and opened my legs wide apart, so that Jackie, and hopefully, the camera could look at and photograph the view.

Jackie was an expert with the cane, and I wondered why, but I could wait to find out. My bum was in increasing pain, but I was drawing closer to a massive orgasm.

Susie said, “Jackie, if you bring Auntie to orgasm with the cane, please let me go down on her first, or I will miss out.”

Jackie agreed, which increased my admiration of her. It cannot have been easy to practise such self-denial, but her caning technique was excellent, and after fifteen strokes, I had an earth-moving orgasm. Susie jumped me, and being a girl, she knew better than most men exactly what to do. I was in the mood, which is an enormous help.

Once I had recovered, I said, “Ladies, we are not over yet. Please, Jackie and Susie, give me three cane strokes each, and do it quickly with a brief gap between strokes, because I want to show you how good it is to sit on the bidet, only a few seconds your bum has received its final cane stroke, and let the spray work on your pussy. If you like, we can all experience this, and I’m sure they will film it.”

Back in position on the bed, Susie, and then Jackie, gave me six stingers. I got up, rushed into the bathroom, and turned on the bidet vertical spray until it rose fifty centimetres from the nozzle, and sat on it. The pain in my bum as the cane marks compressed on the porcelain was excruciating at first, but the stimulus of the vertical spray on a sensitised vulva overrides the pain, and I had multiple orgasms as I played with myself.

“Who is next?”

“Me, please,” said Susie, and I gave her three stingers followed by Jackie. We did not hold back, and she yelled and howled.  After the last stroke, she rushed into the bathroom, adjusted the bidet and let out a yell of pure pain as she sat on it, but within seconds, the vertical spray took her to Cloud Nine.

“Oh God, I’ve experienced nothing like it. Today, I must have doubled the total number of orgasms I’ve had in my life.”

You have had a sheltered time, so I thought!

“Jackie, it’s your turn.”

As before, Jackie took her caning quietly, and rushed into the bathroom to play on the bidet. Whoever was enjoying herself on the bidet was the subject of much interest! I couldn’t be sure who got the most out of it, but we were all good sports, and we sat there, legs apart, in orgasmic bliss, and allowed the camera full view!

Eventually, I said, “Ladies, is that enough for one day?”

They nodded, and Susie said, “I have to work tonight.”

Jackie was naughty and said, “I’m off tonight. If I were doing front-of-house in my tight cheongsam, I would ask you to give me a dozen stingers with the thicker cane to produce welts that would stand up on my bum. They could see them through my cheongsam, especially if I wear a thong, which I usually do, because a smooth presentation of the buttocks matters.”

Susie looked shocked and said, “Do you think your employers would put up with that?”

Jackie replied, to her credit, “You know what? I have trained myself to rotate the cheeks of my arse in opposite directions, and I’ve done that before now when wearing my tight cheongsam, and leading a party of men to a table. They haven’t sacked me, and we get plenty of repeat business.”

What a girl!

It was one pm by now, and Susie and Jackie asked to be allowed at least an hour’s rest before leaving.  The chief honcho, of course, agreed.

In my bathrobe, I went to the technical room and talked with the chief.

He said, “Your performance exceeded expectations, and no one looked at the camera, the ad-lib dialogue was brilliant, and the unplanned sapphic sex was some of the best I’ve ever seen. Those post-canning bidet shots, I have never seen the like before, and I’m sure the video, which we will produce in at least four versions, will sell extremely well. I will give the girls three hundred euros, as promised.”

“It’s been my pleasure to have been involved in this, and you can see that I’m a spanking freak! “

“Please, let me have a closer look at your bum.”

The pain had gone, and powerful sensations replaced it.

He said, “The thin cane has left its mark, but there is no broken skin. How do you feel?”

I said, “Tired, because the action has taken it out of me. One reason for the success was your relaxing set up, with its girly, welcoming ambience and your use of subtle lighting. The pink light background and the use of spotlights to film caning, sapphic sex and bidet activities were excellent. I’m sorry we never got round to the vibrators or the strap-on, but there’s always next time! Thank you for making sure the crew behaved perfectly.”

“Thank you! It amazed the crew how well it went!”

As good as his word, he paid the girls, and I took a rest. I was lucky to have been part of it, met those girls, and looked forward to a nice side hustle!

"Peter, what do you think of that?"

"Jasmine, they were very good and very lucky girls, and you have a way with them. It's good that it all gelled, and I'm sorry I wasn't there."