Brooke Fontaine didn’t realize how much she had missed the Pacific Northwest until she had moved back to Seattle from New York a little over a month ago. She certainly didn’t regret the past eight years she had spent in Manhattan working as a book editor at one of the publishing houses, but the last few years she had yearned for something different. So, after much thought on the subject - and a few sleepless nights - she had quit her job to pursue her real dream of becoming an author.

New York was way too expensive for a beginning writer, however, which was why she had decided to move back to Seattle. Her college friend, Kaelyn, had just recently moved back there herself several months earlier, so Brooke had given the other girl a call to ask if she knew of a realtor that could help her find a cheap apartment. Kaelyn, of course, had immediately invited Brooke to stay at her place. Not wanting to impose on her friend, Brooke had tried to decline the invitation, but when Kaelyn had insisted that it wouldn’t be an imposition at all, Brooke had given in. Besides, it had been a lot easier to accept the offer when she’d found out that Kaelyn had all but moved in with her handsome fiancé Holt, which meant that the apartment was empty almost all of the time anyway. Without a doubt, Kaelyn’s offer had made the move back to Seattle a lot easier, allowing Brooke to move right in and start writing.

Though Kaelyn’s place wasn’t anywhere near as big as Brooke’s loft in New York City, the cozy two-bedroom apartment with its view of Puget Sound and the Olympic Mountains was perfect for an aspiring novelist.

Though she had conceded to her friend about not paying rent, Brooke had been adamant about taking over the utilities, refusing to let Kaelyn pay for them when she wasn’t even living there. But that expense, along with the car she’d had to buy, had begun to dig into her savings at an alarming rate. So, needing some kind of job, she had started doing freelance articles for several of the local magazines. She had done that kind of work when she’d first moved to New York and she was pretty good at it. But though the money certainly paid the bills, freelance work ate into a lot of her time, which only made it that much more difficult to work on her novel, and that really bothered her. The whole reason she had left New York was so she could dedicate herself full time to her new career. She wished she could find something else that wasn’t so time consuming, but she had no idea what that would be.

Tucking a strand of long, dark hair behind an ear, Brooke had just turned her attention back to the story staring back at her from her laptop when Kaelyn’s voice came from the entryway. “Brooke! Are you here?”

Brooke smiled. Even though her friend didn’t actually live there anymore, Kaelyn still stopped by the apartment several times a week. “In the living room!” Brooke called from the couch.

A few moments later, her friend, a tall, slender redhead, came into the room, a smile on her pretty face. “Hey, good news!” she said, tossing her shoulder bag and lightweight jacket onto a chair. “I think I may have found another job for you, if you’re still looking for one.”

Swinging her legs over the side of the couch, Brooke put her laptop on the coffee table. “Definitely!” she said. “But please tell me it’s not another freelance writing job. I barely have any time to myself now.”

Kaelyn stepped around the table to sit on the couch beside her. “No, this is different. There’s this guy I know who needs a model for a photo-shoot. It’s just one job right now, but there’s certainly more to come after that.”

Brooke’s brow furrowed. “A model?”

Her friend shrugged. “I know you did some modeling back when you first got to New York, so when I heard that Alex was looking for a model, I immediately thought of you.”

Brooke’s frown only deepened. Modeling had been one of the many part-time jobs she’d had while she’d been trying to get her foot in the door with a publisher. “Kaelyn, I haven’t done modeling in years.”

Kaelyn shrugged again. “So?” she countered. “You’re experienced at it, not to mention beautiful. And you have a great body. Which means that you’re perfect for the job.”

Brooke couldn’t help but smile at her friend. Modeling had come naturally to her, it was true, and with her tall, slender figure, flawless complexion, and big brown doe-eyes, she had often been told she was perfect for it. But as she’d just said, it had been years since she’d done it.

“Kaelyn, I don’t know...” she began.

“At least say you’ll think about it,” the other girl entreated. “It pays really well, which means that you won’t have to take on so many freelance jobs. It’ll give you more time to work on your book. Wasn’t that what you said you wanted?”

It was exactly what she’d said she wanted. Anything that would reduce the number of magazine articles she’d have to write, but still... “What kind of modeling is it?” she asked after a moment.

Kaelyn hesitated, chewing on her lower lip. “That’s the thing,” she said slowly. “It’s for a spanking publication. Well, more of a brochure, really. For a spanking party. Beyond that, Alex does spanking photo-shoots pretty frequently, so like I said, there could be a lot of part-time work for you.”

For a moment, Brooke thought that her friend must be teasing her. A spanking publication? Kaelyn had to be joking. “You’re kidding, right?”

Her expression serious, the other girl shook her head.

Brooke blinked. “Kaelyn, I didn’t quit my job as an editor to go into porn!”

“It’s not porn!” Kaelyn laughed. “Here. I’ll show you what I mean.”

Getting up from the couch, Kaelyn went over to her shoulder bag and took out a handful of glossy brochures. Sitting back down beside Brooke, she held them out.

A little dubious, Brooke took one and looked at it. A brochure for some kind of spanking workshop, the cover photo showed a girl getting a bare-bottomed spanking over the knee of a man who was, in a word, totally gorgeous, and Brooke’s gaze lingered on him for a moment before she reminded herself of the reason she was supposed to be looking at the brochure in the first place.

Not exactly naïve, Brooke knew that there were couples who were into spanking, but she never realized that there were workshops and parties for it. Curious, she opened the brochure to find more pictures inside. In some, the man looked like he was using a hairbrush on the girl’s reddened bottom, while in others, he was wielding a wooden paddle. Though the pictures were indeed sexy, they weren’t really what Brooke usually thought of as porn. In fact, they were almost tasteful. And she had to admit, the color that had been done on the girl’s bottom during the photo retouching looked quite realistic. At least, it looked realistic to her, never having seen a spanked bottom.

“So, what do you think?” Kaelyn asked as she finished looking at the brochure.

Brooke shook her head. “I don’t know...” she hesitated. “What if people I know see the pictures?”

“Oh, please! The spanking community is pretty close-knit. I don’t think an editor in New York is going to see anything you do here. Besides,” she added, “if they do, you can just tell them that it’s considered performance art.”

Brooke laughed. “Performance art?”

Kaelyn nodded. “That pays really, really well.”

Brooke thought a moment. “How much is really, really well?”

Smiling, her friend named an amount that made Brooke’s eyes go wide. A few photo-shoots and she could pick and choose which magazine articles she bothered with. But the money wasn’t the only issue to consider, though. Could she, a woman who prided herself on being strong and independent, really drape herself over a man’s lap and pretend to let him spank her?

Absently curling the brochure in her hands, Brooke looked at her friend. “This guy – Alex, did you say his name was? Is he a friend? I mean, he’s not some kind of freak, is he?” She couldn’t help it, but in her mind she had a picture of a guy who was a total sleaze. How the guy acted about this whole thing would probably make all the difference to her.

Kaelyn laughed. “No, he’s not a freak,” she said. “In fact, he’s very nice. Like I said, he’s a friend. And this whole spanking thing is just kind of a side business. In real life he’s an aerospace engineer.”

Brooke lifted a brow, but said nothing, and Kaelyn continued.

“Look, why don’t I give him a call and tell him that you’re interested in the job, but that you’d like to meet with him to talk about it? That way, if you don’t feel comfortable, you can forget about the whole thing.”

Brooke thought about it for a moment, and then nodded. There was no harm in meeting with the guy, she told herself as she watched Kaelyn rummage through her shoulder bag for her cell phone. Brooke listened as Kaelyn made the call, and a few minutes later, she had agreed to meet this Alex at the Starbucks down the street that afternoon.

Well, if nothing else, it would get Brooke out of the apartment for awhile. Since she had moved back to town, all she’d done was either write on her novel or the freelance articles. It would be nice to get out and socialize a little. And if Brooke weren’t comfortable with this guy, Alex, then she’d just tell him that she’d changed her mind.

“Oh, there’s one more thing,” Kaelyn said, picking up her shoulder bag and rummaging for her keys as she spoke. “I sort of let Alex think you had some experience with this kind of stuff.”

Brooke’s brow furrowed. “What do you mean, experience?”

Kaelyn hesitated, chewing on her lower lip. “Well...actually, I told him that you were active in the spanking scene.”

Brooke blinked. She liked to think of herself as experienced when it came to sex, but she’d never tried spanking before. And what had Kaelyn been thinking, saying she was into “the scene?” The guy would probably think she was kinky or something. “Now, wait a minute...”

“Don’t worry,” Kaelyn interrupted. “It’s not like I told him you worked your way through college making spanking videos or anything. I just thought that he might not want to hire you if he knew that you’d never done anything like this before. I just mentioned that you had at least done it before. So, just pretend that you know what he’s talking about.”

Since there wasn’t anything she could do about it now, Brooke let the matter drop. It was almost funny, if she thought about it. She couldn’t imagine Kaelyn sitting and talking to this guy about Brooke’s experience with being spanked. But at the serious expression on the other girl’s face, Brooke assured Kaelyn that she would play her part well and act as if she knew exactly what she was doing.

After the other girl had left, Brooke couldn’t help but smile, though. How much experience would she need for this kind of photo shoot, anyway? All she had to do was lay over a guy’s knee while he pretended to spank her. It shouldn’t be too difficult to fake it. She just hoped that she could keep a straight face through the whole thing.

Brooke headed down the street to Starbucks a little before four that afternoon, the agreed-upon time she was supposed to meet Alex. Since the coffee shop was well within walking distance from the apartment – something else she loved about the place – it didn’t take her all that long to get there. As usual, Starbucks had a pretty good crowd going, and as she stepped inside, she scanned the room, trying to figure out which one of the men was Alex. Though a few of the men returned her glance with their own interested ones, none of them approached her. Deciding that Alex must not have gotten there yet, she took a place in line, ordered a nonfat latte, and then found a seat at a table that gave her a good view of the door.

A handful of men came in over the next ten minutes, but none of them gave the impression that they were there to meet someone. Except for the totally hot guy who was currently looking in her direction, of course, and there was no way that he could be Kaelyn’s friend, Alex. Then again, Brooke thought, he was making his way over to her table.

All at once, Brooke recognized him as the man from the photos in the brochure that Kaelyn had given her to look at earlier – the guy that Brooke had thought was totally gorgeous! In person, though, he was even more handsome, and Brooke felt her pulse skip a beat as she took in his black hair, silver-gray eyes, and all-around chiseled good looks. Then there was his tall frame and well-muscled build beneath the expensive shirt and tie he was wearing. W-O-W! Brooke thought. Why hadn’t her friend told her that Alex was such a hottie?

Coming to a stop beside the table, he gave her a questioning look as he asked, “Brooke?”

Robbed of speech at the velvety softness of his voice, all Brooke could do was nod. Pulling out the chair across from her, Alex gave her a smile so sexy that it had her pulse doing jumping-jacks. She decided them and there that she needed to get out more. She hadn’t had this kind of reaction to a guy since she was a teenager. But there was no denying that she had never met anyone who had attracted her this much, at least from a physical standpoint.

“I’m Alex Cunningham,” he said, holding out his hand. “Sorry I’m late, but I got hung up at work.”

Trying to calm her racing pulse, Brooke reached out and shook his proffered hand. “That’s okay,” she told him. “I got here a little early anyway.”

Alex leaned forward, his forearms on the table. “So,” he said, his silver-gray gaze meeting hers. “Kaelyn tells me that you did some modeling a few years back.”

Brooke smiled. “More than a few, but yes.”

That sexy smile flashed at her again. “As attractive as you are, I’m surprised you’re not still in it.”

She took an absurd amount of pleasure in his compliment, and could only answer with a soft, “Thank you.”

“Did you mostly do runway or print work?”

“Print,” she told him, taking a sip of her latte. To be honest, she was a little surprised by the question. She hadn’t expected any real work-related questions. She would have thought that this guy would have taken in her good looks, and then bluntly asked if she liked getting spanked. But apparently he took these spanking photos very seriously. “I did it on a whim, really, more to make ends meet at the time than anything else,” she continued. “But I actually ended up enjoying it. Unfortunately, I didn’t keep up a portfolio. I hope that’s not a problem?”

He shook his head. “No, of course not. Kaelyn’s a good friend and I certainly trust her word about your experience. I don’t know how much she told you about the photo-shoots that we do, though.”

Brooke shrugged. “Not much, really,” she admitted, and then added, “Other than the...uhm...subject matter, I mean. And she showed me some brochures, too.”

Brooke hoped that didn’t sound as lame as she thought it did, but Alex merely grinned.

“The first job is a simple brochure. There will be a collage of pictures to show the type of things going on at one of the parties, real basic stuff, you know. Beyond that, I usually need a regular model for the magazine layouts that we do. The photo sets are all couples-centered, so they’re presented in a very romantic way,” he explained. “It’s mostly OTK stuff, with a few other positions thrown in if the scene calls for it, and I don’t usually use anything harsher than the paddle or hairbrush, though I’ll occasionally go with a strap if it fits better with the story we’re trying to portray.”

Brooke had no idea what “O-T-K” was, but remembering Kaelyn’s suggestion to act like she knew what Alex was talking about, she nodded her head knowingly didn’t ask for a definition. She couldn’t help but wonder why he was telling her all this stuff about paddles and hairbrushes, though. Who cared what it looked like she was being spanked with? He was acting as if he were actually going to spank her! She did find it interesting that he spoke in the first-person when he referred to using them, however.

“So,” she said, absently fingering the cup in her hand. “Will I be modeling with you, then?”

Alex nodded. “If that’s okay with you?”

Okay? Brooke almost laughed. This was getting better by the minute. Of course it was okay, she thought, nodding in answer to his question.

He was silent for a moment. “You probably already know this, but the job does require some partial nudity,” he said. “I just wanted to make sure that you’re comfortable with that.”

Not one to usually blush, Brooke was surprised when she felt her face color. Having seen the brochure, she had known that her bottom would be bared at some point during the photo shoot, of course. She just hadn’t realized that a guy as gorgeous as Alex would be the one pulling down her panties. The thought sent a delicious shiver running through her.

“I’m fine with that,” she told him. In reality, she was a little concerned about that. She wasn’t sure where these photos would end up, but she supposed that it wouldn’t be much different from most of the lingerie modeling jobs she’d done. She was just glad that in addition to being naturally slender, she also worked out regularly. If someone was going to be seeing her bare bottom, especially Alex, she wanted to make sure it looked good.

Though they spent the rest of the time talking about the pay and where they would be taking the photos, they also talked about inconsequential stuff that had nothing to do with the job. Much to Brooke’s surprise. She supposed it was because Alex was just really easy to talk to, and without even realizing when it had happened, she discovered that she had already made up her mind about taking the job. The most important thing to her was that she already felt relaxed and comfortable around Alex. No matter how good the money was, she wouldn’t have agreed to this if Alex had turned out to be the sleaze she’d feared he would be. But Kaelyn had been right. He was a great guy.

They had been sitting there talking for well over an hour, and though she had an almost irresistible urge to continue their conversation, Brooke realized that she probably shouldn’t take up any more of his time. This wasn’t a date, after all. She was here getting a job, and she wanted to look professional. Though she almost had to laugh at the thought of being a professional spanking model. Making up something about another appointment she had to get to, she agreed to meet him at the photography studio the following evening.

They shook hands and Brooke slowly made her way through the crowded tables to the door. As she did so, she couldn’t help but wonder if Alex was watching her bottom as she walked away. Though she resisted the urge to look over her shoulder and check, she couldn’t control the impulse to put a little more wiggle into her step, just in case.

Alex stood where he was for a moment, a smile playing around the corners of his mouth as he watched Brooke Fontaine wend her way through the tables and walk toward the door. When Kaelyn had told him that she had a friend who had done some modeling, he had assumed that Brooke would be pretty. But he hadn’t expected her to be so beautiful. Or to have such a completely spankable ass, he thought, his gaze focusing on her jean-clad bottom as she walked away. She had an absolutely mesmerizing twitch to her hips as she moved that made it difficult not to stare, and he knew that he would have to try hard to maintain his professionalism when it came to working with her. But even so, he had no doubt that having her over his knee was going to be fun.

Brooke would have been lying if she said that she wasn’t a little nervous about the photo-shoot. After all, she hadn’t done any modeling in years. But at the same time, she was also excited at the prospect of seeing Alex again. She could never remember being so drawn to a man before, but she couldn’t seem to stop thinking about him. She had barely been able to get any writing done the whole day. In fact, by the time she got to the photography studio the following evening, she was practically bouncing with excitement.

As Alex had requested, she had dressed in a short skirt, which she had paired with a curve-hugging top and high-heeled sandals. She had left her long, dark hair loose so that it hung down her back, and she tucked a strand behind her ear as she pushed open the door and went inside.

Since it was after hours, the photography studio was empty, save for the girl behind the counter, who looked up at the sound of the door being opened. Her blond hair pulled up into a ponytail, the girl was wearing a pair of faded blue jeans and a T-shirt. She gave Brooke a smile.

“You must be Brooke. I’m Tandy, the photographer. Alex is in the back, if you want to go on in,” she said, gesturing to the door behind the counter. “I’ll be right in.”

Though she hadn’t given it much thought until now, Brooke had to admit she was relieved to see that the photographer was a woman. Regardless of how professional a male photographer would have been, she still probably would have ended up feeling uncomfortable. Smiling, she thanked Tandy and made her way into the back of the studio.

The back room had what she supposed was the typical array of photography equipment. Lighting stands, background murals, extension cords and cables, and lots of expensive-looking cameras. But she was also surprised to see that what looked like a partial kitchen had been set up as well. She could tell that it was all fake, of course, but it looked good, right down to the bowl of colorful fruit on the table. There were even two straight-backed chairs, and she couldn’t help but remember the brochures that Kaelyn had shown her, and what they had pictured. She would probably find herself draped over Alex’s knee on one of those chairs soon enough. That thought got her even more excited than she already was. And she fought to get herself back under control. It was just a job, after all.

Standing at one of the long utility tables across the room, Alex had his back to her, and he turned at her entrance. Dressed casually in khaki pants and a long sleeve, button-up shirt – sans tie, this time – he looked even more handsome than he had the day before, and Brooke felt her pulse do a little dance at the sight of him. Setting down the paper he’d been looking at, he walked over to where she stood, his silver-gray eyes taking in the outfit she was wearing as he did so.

Noticing the direction of his gaze, Brooke smoothed her short, floral-print skirt self-consciously. “I hope this is okay,” she said by way of greeting. “You said to wear something I would on a date, so...”

Alex grinned approvingly. “You look great. In fact, what you’re wearing is perfect,” he said, his gaze lingering on her long legs for a moment before he looked at her. “You didn’t have any trouble finding the place, did you?”

“Not at all. You give very good directions,” she told him, tucking her hair behind her ear. “I ran into Tandy on the way in. She said that she’d just be a few minutes.”

He nodded. “So, you met her. Tandy’s really easy going. I think you two will get along fine,” he said. “But it’s good that we have a few minutes before she comes in. That’ll give us a chance to go over the shoot.”

She nodded. “Okay.”

“In this series, we’re going for the bratty girlfriend/serious boyfriend,” he explained. “You know, girls acts like a brat and her boyfriend spanks her for it.”

Brooke wasn’t exactly sure how to act like a brat, but she didn’t ask. Alex must have sensed her confusion because he gave a helpful suggestion.

“Some of the other models I’ve worked with say that sometimes it’s helpful to actually have a scenario in mind. Just to help get you into character,” he told her. “Let’s say for this one, that you spent a fortune on that outfit you’re wearing, and though it’s sexy as hell, your boyfriend goes through the roof when he sees the credit card bill. You, of course, feel that the money you spent to look that good is completely justified, and aren’t above telling him so. Even though you know you’re going to get a spanking, you refuse to back down. That’s just the kind of girl you are.”

Even though Brooke had no experience with the spanking scene, it was pretty easy to imagine the situation that Alex had described. She almost had to smile. Though she wouldn’t have thought of it as bratty, she could see herself acting that way very easily, and the notion that a handsome boyfriend like Alex would take her to task for it was suddenly very intriguing.

“We’ll start with some shots of you pouting and looking up at me defiantly while I scowl a lot. I’m sure I have some receipts in my wallet that I can hold up,” he continued. “After that, I’ll put you over my knee and lift your skirt. Don’t worry,” he added, giving her a grin when her brow had furrowed. “We’ll do a few warm-up shots before I pull your panties down. Just remember, show me lots of attitude.”

Brooke’s pulse skipped a beat, blushing at the thought of Alex doing something so intimate as taking down her panties and baring her bottom, and she was glad Tandy chose that moment to come into the room. While Alex spoke with the photographer about exactly what he wanted, Brooke wandered over to where the table and chairs had been set up. After a few minutes, Alex joined her.

“I know that you’re probably nervous since this is our first time working together, but I promise to go easy on you,” he told her as Tandy came over to them. “And remember, if at any time you want to stop, just say the word, ‘red’”

Brooke was a little confused about that last part, but not wanting to look like the novice she was, she didn’t bother to ask him to elaborate.

Seeing that she and Alex were ready to begin, Tandy put them into position so that they were standing facing each other, after which, the girl then spent a few minutes checking lighting and camera angles. Brooke had to admit that she was impressed by how professional the whole thing was.

“Okay,” Tandy said when she was finished. “Brooke, time to let out your inner bad girl and give Alex a defiant little pout.”

Inner bad girl? Brooke wasn’t sure that she even had one. Remembering the scenario that Alex had given her to work with, however, she obediently formed her lips into a pout and looked up at him from beneath lowered lashes only to find that he had folded his arms across his broad chest and was glowering down at her. Gazing up at him, she’d almost believe that he really was angry with her for some misdeed. And for some strange reason, her pulse went absolutely wild at the glint in his eyes. Never had she had a man look at her in quite that way before, but that no-nonsense expression on his handsome face was definitely doing things to her.

“That’s great, Brooke,” Tandy was saying over the clicking of the camera. “Now, Alex just told you that he’s going to spank you for being so naughty. Look indignant.”

In truth, Brooke was so entranced by the gorgeous man standing in front of her that she barely even heard the other girl’s instructions, but at the thought of him actually telling her that she was going to get a spanking, something came over her and she blushed again, her lips parting almost of their own accord.

“Perfect!” Tandy said, her camera still clicking. “You’re a natural at this.”

Brooke wasn’t so sure about that, but it was coming easier than she’d thought it would, much to her relief.

A few camera clicks later, Alex pulled out one of the straight-backed chairs and sat down. In the next set of pictures, Brooke was supposed to stand in front of Alex while he lectured her on the reason she was getting spanked. At the touch of his hand on her arm, however, Brooke could barely concentrate on anything other than how electric that touch was, and it took her a moment to get back into character. When she did, though, it was to experience that same thrill she had before at his stern expression. If he really were actually scolding her, she thought, she’d probably melt into a puddle of goo right there!

After a few shots like that, Tandy went off to change cameras, leaving Brooke alone with Alex, who was grinning.

“I know you said that you didn’t have any experience with this kind of modeling, but Tandy’s right. You are a natural at this,” he said. “I can already tell that the photos are going to look great. We may get enough out of this for a full magazine layout.”

Brooke smiled, thrilled beyond reason that Alex was happy with her performance, and would have said so, but Tandy came back over to them. “Ready?” the girl asked.

At the photographer’s question, Alex looked at Brooke, who nodded. “Remember, if you want to stop, just use your safeword,” he said.

She didn’t really have time to think about what he had said as they spent the next few minutes taking multiple pictures of her getting pulled over his knee. It was almost getting funny because Tandy wanted to do it over and over again from different angles. Finally, Tandy announced that she had enough, and Brooke was left draped across Alex’s knees. Putting her hands on the floor to steady herself, Brooke lifted up on her toes in an effort to get more comfortable, only to catch her breath when she felt Alex slowly run his hand up the back of her thigh.

“Are you okay?” he asked, his hand pausing in mid-caress.

Brooke nodded, forcing herself to relax as Alex ran his hand up her leg again, Tandy’s camera clicking non-stop. His touch felt good, too good, she thought, and it was all she could do to remember that this was just a job. Of course, having the camera clicking away helped to remind her of that end, and she forced herself to concentrate on the sound as Alex lifted her skirt to reveal her skimpy bikini panties. That still didn’t keep her from blushing though, especially when Alex placed his strong hand on her bottom.

Then, before she even realized what he was doing, Alex had lifted his hand and brought it down on her panty-covered ass!

Brooke gasped in disbelief, her big brown eyes going wide. Alex wasn’t really going to actually spank her, was he? But as he lifted his hand and smacked her upturned bottom again, she realized that he was going to do exactly that! She would have screamed out loud, but Tandy was right in front of her, taking pictures of her facial expressions.

“Oh, that’s excellent!” Tandy said. “I’ve never seen a better first reaction. This layout is going to the magazines for sure.”

Brooke wasn’t really listening because she abruptly remembered how she’d thought that the rosy color on the model’s bottom in the brochure she’d seen had been added courtesy of photo re-touching. How could she be so stupid! These were spanking photos. Of course she would be getting spanked!

“That’s not too hard, is it?” Alex asked, his hand resting lightly on her panty-covered bottom.

Brooke hesitated for a moment, considering the question. The spanks had stung a little, but they hadn’t really been all that hard, she supposed. And she had agreed to do this. They had just startled her, that was all. “N-no,” she said, craning her neck to look at him over her shoulder. “I’ve been spanked much harder.”

Besides the fact that she didn’t want Alex to think that she’d hadn’t done this sort of thing before, Brooke also had the strange urge to impress him. Though in retrospect, perhaps that lie about being spanked much harder hadn’t been such a good idea. What if Alex thought she wanted to be spanked harder?

Much to Brooke’s surprise – and relief - the next few spanks weren’t any harder than the first, though. Nevertheless, the smacks still produced enough of a sting that she had to bite her lip to keep from crying out. A complete and total novice to this whole spanking thing, she wasn’t sure if she should give voice to her protests or not. After several more well-aimed spanks, however, she couldn’t keep silent any longer and let out a little, “Owwwww!” each time Alex’s hand came down on her upturned bottom.

As for Alex, he didn’t seem to mind her protestations as far as she could tell, because he continued to spank her while Tandy took pictures. Tandy was practically cheering them on, she was so happy.

Abruptly, the spanking stopped, and Brooke let out an audible sigh of relief. She hadn’t realized until then that she’d been so tense she was practically rigid on his lap, and she let herself relax, something her stomach muscles certainly appreciated. Now that he had stopped spanking her, she could feel her bottom actually throbbing. She bet that her skin would actually be hot if she reached back to touch it. The skimpy panties she was wearing had offered precious little protection from the barrage of slaps and she wondered why they had even been left on in the first place. Her bottom felt like it was hot and tingling all over!

“A few more on the bare,” Alex said from above her. “And we’ll be done.”

Brooke gasped. A few more on the bare? She wasn’t sure if her poor bottom could take it! Before she could protest, however, Alex slid his fingers into the waistband of her panties and slowly pulled them down to the middle of her thighs.

Brooke positively shivered at such a sexual gesture, her face coloring as she felt Alex’s strong hand glide up the back of her leg, and she was glad that her long hair hid her face as that hand came to rest lightly on her bare bottom. For the first time, she suddenly realized that her pussy was tingling as much as her bottom. But then Alex was spanking her again, and she forgot all about her pussy, blushing, and anything else, other than his hand smacking her ass.

Well, she might be a novice at this, but Alex was obviously an expert, because he certainly knew how to spank a girl! He didn’t concentrate on just one area either, but covered her entire bottom with stinging slaps that had her squirming against him and kicking her legs in protest. “Ouch! Ouch! Ouch!” came out after every smack.

Brooke didn’t even think about what havoc her frantic movements must be wreaking on the camera. Apparently, it was exactly what Tandy wanted, however, because the other girl was happily snapping pictures all the while.

“That’s fantastic!” Tandy exclaimed, moving around them to take pictures from different angles. “Kick as much as you want, Brooke. It’ll look great in the photos. Tilt your head to the side now. I want to get some shots of your face.”

But Brooke barely heard her. All she could think about was how much the spanks stung.

“Owwww!...Owwww!...Owwww!...Owwww!”

Then, finally, before she even realized it, the spanking was over.

Brooke lay where she was, draped over Alex’s lap while his hand lightly rested on her stinging bottom for the benefit of the camera. She didn’t know how many times he had spanked her, but her ass felt like it was glowing, it was so hot!

“Okay,” she heard Tandy say over the clicking of the camera. “Just a few more pictures like that, Alex.”

There was some more clicking, and then Brooke felt Alex gently helping her to her feet. Almost of their own accord, her hands reached behind her to cup her asscheeks, and she gasped at how hot they were.

“Perfect!” Tandy said, capturing her look of surprise with the camera. “Keep looking at Alex just like that.”

Brooke wasn’t sure exactly how she was looking at Alex, though she suspected there was a little bit of wonder on her face. Because despite how fiercely the spanking had stung at the time, the aftereffects weren’t that unpleasant at all. She would never have thought it, but the spanking had been sort of amazing. Gazing up at Alex, she wasn’t sure if it had been him, or the spanking itself, that had her so wide-eyed.

“Okay, we’re done,” Tandy announced after a moment, giving them a smile as she made her way across the room to one of the utility tables.

Realizing that Alex was regarding her with that penetrating silver-gray gaze of his, Brooke looked away as she busied herself with pulling her panties up. She almost gasped aloud at the feel of the thin material against her stinging bottom. The panties may not have protected her during the spanking, but they sure seemed capable of trapping in the heat that her ass was giving off, and she had to fight the urge to massage her sore bottom.

Now that the camera wasn’t on them, Brooke felt suddenly awkward. After all, what did a girl say to a man that had just put her over his knee and given her a spanking? Thanks, that was fun. May I have another? just didn’t sound like the right thing to say.

“That was pretty good for your first time,” Alex said as she let her skirt flutter down around her hips.

Brooke almost laughed. If he only knew! she thought. “Uhm...thanks,” she mumbled, and then looked around the studio. “Is there a rest room I could use?”

It was Tandy who answered. “Down the hallway, first door on the right.”

Murmuring her thanks, Brooke picked up her handbag from the table where she’d placed it and quickly made her escape. For some reason, she had this incredible urge to see if her bottom was as red as it was hot. Ducking into the small bathroom, she turned on the light and, lifting her skirt and pulling down her panties, half turned so that she could see her bottom in the mirror above the pedestal sink.

Brooke’s eyes went wide as she saw how red her ass was. Well, maybe not red exactly, she thought as she studied it. Actually, it was more like a deep rose, she decided.

She also discovered that it wasn’t just her bottom that had been affected by the spanking. Sliding her panties down had made her realize that her pussy was soaking wet. Apparently, she had just discovered a new form of foreplay for herself. Interesting. Oh God, she thought as an idea suddenly came to her. Had Alex been able to see that? Looking in the mirror, she noticed that she was blushing so much that her face was almost as red as her freshly-spanked bottom. Turning on the faucet, she ran the cool water and splashed a little bit on her face, hoping it would calm her down.

Abruptly realizing that Alex and Tandy were probably waiting for her, Brooke hurriedly pulled her panties up and smoothed her skirt into place, then went back into the studio.

“Like I said, these shots were great. Are you still interested in doing those other photo-shoots? It’s already scheduled in my book,” Tandy was saying to Alex as Brooke walked in.

“Certainly,” Alex said, glancing at Brooke. “But it’s up to you. Do you think you’d like to do some more work?”

Brooke blinked in surprise. After the fuss she had put up during the spanking, she didn’t think that Alex would even want to work with her again. But if he was willing, she certainly was. It wasn’t every day that a woman discovered she liked getting spanked. “Of course,” she said.

He grinned. “Good. I’ll give you a call and let you know the details.”

Alex watched Brooke go, his gaze automatically drawn to her ass as she left the room.

“You know,” Tandy said, giving him a sidelong glance. “If you two look half as good in print as you looked through the camera lens, then I think you’re going to be something special.”

Alex couldn’t help but agree. Brooke had been absolutely amazing. If she had only been acting, then it was the best acting job he’d ever seen, because she’d really seemed to be getting into it. He had tried hard to be a professional, but he couldn’t keep himself from getting hard during their shoot. Her naked ass was gorgeous, and he swore that he could almost smell her arousal during the spanking. But he told himself that he would keep their relationship professional. He needed a model, and Brooke was working out great. Even having said that, though, he found that he couldn’t wait until he got to spank her again.