Before and After
Posted: Tue Feb 04, 2014 3:09 pm
Before and After
Erin stared intently at the photos. There were two of them, side by side. Both showed basically the same image. Six girls, naked from the waist down, bent over a bench. The six of them were basically cheek to cheek with only one difference between the displays. The photo on the left showed six pale cheeked girls while the photo on the right showed those same bottoms crisscrossed with cane lines. It was like seeing the before and after photo from mass punishment from days gone by.
"It's not real."
Erin almost jumped out her skin. Totally engrossed in the photo, she hadn't noticed the man walking up behind her. Her face flushed, Erin turned to find the older man practically looming over her.
"Um, well, ah, that is..." Erin stammered.
"Oh, where are my manners? I'm Derrick. But it's isn't real."
"Oh, um, it's not?" Erin asked. "You mean it's fake?"
"Yes, it's completely staged." Derrick told her.
"Wow, and it looks so real." Erin said, turning back to the photo. "What sort of make up did they use for those lines?"
"Oh, those cane marks are real." Derrick said blithely.
"Huh? But you said..."
"The bottoms were real and the caning was real." Derrick explained. "But the display is fake."
"But... I don't understand." Erin admitted.
"Look at those lines." Derrick explained. "See how that one angles up and the one the next bottom angles down? If they had been caned side by side then those marks would line up."
"Oh... Um, when you said fake then, um, I thought..."
"No, the girls were caned separately then lined up side by side like for that photo." Derrick explained. "That's why I called it a fake."
"Oh." Erin said. "I guess um I guess I was wrong to assume."
"Now lining up six girls and caning them that way." Derrick said, point to the after photo. "That would be something. But it's impossible to do right. The cane would be hitting multiple bottoms with its tip digging on the last girl. When the tip digs in, that's when you get welts. That and when you cross the lines. There's no way to cane a line of girls like that without crossing the lines. Anyone who tried would leave them a mess of welts and, yes, there could even be some bleeding."
"Wow." Erin muttered, staring at the lines on those bottoms.
"Yes, if anyone tried to cane girls like that for real they would have blood running down their legs." Derrick told her.
"Oh."
Erin considered her next words carefully.
"Um, are you an expert on caning?" Erin asked.
Derrick chuckled.
"You could say that." Derrick admitted wryly. "I take it that you are not."
"Um, no." Erin admitted, staring openly at the after photo. "Um, why were these even taken?"
"Oh sometimes we do things like that to remind girls that the cane still exists." Derrick told her. "That while they might have banned the cane the sticks still exist and every now and then we still find a good reason to put the stick about. Or even a not so good reason to do it."
"Oh." Erin muttered.
"Did you ask me that for a reason?" Derrick probed.
"Um..."
"The reason I asked is that we often get girls, and women, wandering this corridor." Derrick began. "Most of them look at that picture frame and move on. Some do so sprouting indignant phrases or cutting remarks but they move on. Then there are others, others like you, who stare at that display."
"Um, well..."
"Do you have any questions you want to ask me?" Derrick asked. "Anything about those photos? Or other photos?"
Erin fumbled at the words.
"Um, well, um, are you still taking photos like that one?" Erin stammered out.
"Why yes we are." Derrick said with a smile. "Would you like to talk about modelling for a photo like that one?"
"Model?" Erin gasped. "Me? But... Those lines look so cruel."
"There wouldn't have to be so many lines." Derrick pointed out.
Erin's voice dropped almost to a whisper.
"Um, well, um, could I change my mind?" Erin muttered.
"Not after we start." Derrick said, lightly placing a hand on he shoulder.
Erin flinched at that gentle contact.
"Why don't we go take a pair of photos?" Derrick suggested. "Or several."
"Several?" Erin gasped.
"One before, one after, and perhaps several during?" Derrick suggested. "Private photos that only you will see? As souvenirs?"
"Um, private photos?" Erin asked, her head swimming.
Then Derrick had her by the arm. He turned her, then started walking her away.
"Um, but I didn't come alone." Erin muttered.
"The others will at lunch, then touring another part of the grounds." Derrick stated. "If we start now then you can have hours to recover after the photos are taken."
"Um, then maybe we should?" Erin said as she walked with him. "Start now?"
"I'm willing to consider us started." Derrick stated. "If you agree then we are already passed the point of no return."
"What? Already?" Erin asked, stumbling.
"If you agree." Derrick said. "And while no one could cane six girls in a line a practised hand could cane two girls bending side by side. And I do believe that you are the second girl to volunteer today."
"I am? You mean I would... I mean that the photos would be taken..." Erin said, stumbling over her words.
"We could leave you in position after taking the 'before' photo and keep you there until we take the 'after' one." Derrick assured her, leading her away from the public areas as he did so. "We could even leave you secured there the entire time so you would have no choice but to hold your position."
"Ummm...."
"I'm so glad you've agreed that we've started, that it's now too late to change your mind." Derrick stated.
Erin wanted to point out that she hadn't said that. That she hadn't agreed that it was now too late to change her mind, but she allowed silence to stand as her acceptance of his statement. Of course that was before she had fully accepted that her dress, slip, and the rest would have to come off so that her bottom could be bared, but when faced with that she told herself that she no longer had a choice and acquiesced to their demands.
There were no introductions so Erin never knew the name of the girl posing beside her. All she knew that she was soon hoping that the weight of the stroke would land on the other girl's bottom and spare Erin's another harsh line.
After the tears came a salve and cold compresses, then (after her face was scrubbed clean of tears) it was time to return to the others. Within minutes of her return, Erin learnt that tour had been broken into a multitude of smaller groups and everyone had assumed that she had been with one of the other groups. In a way, they were right; Erin had been in a group of two whom had been given an exclusive tour of the caning area.
Of course there were difficulties. Even with all that time she had been given to recover she wasn't back to her normal self. It was hard to keep the caning out of her gait and harder still to avoid wincing when she sat, but as the tour drove away Erin was convinced that she had just been on the most wonderful tour of her life. Best of all there was no way for any but her most intimate friends to recognise her from the photos; her face didn't show and if you couldn't recognise her naked and bending from the back then you would never know that she was one of the girls in the photos.
Goodgulf
Erin stared intently at the photos. There were two of them, side by side. Both showed basically the same image. Six girls, naked from the waist down, bent over a bench. The six of them were basically cheek to cheek with only one difference between the displays. The photo on the left showed six pale cheeked girls while the photo on the right showed those same bottoms crisscrossed with cane lines. It was like seeing the before and after photo from mass punishment from days gone by.
"It's not real."
Erin almost jumped out her skin. Totally engrossed in the photo, she hadn't noticed the man walking up behind her. Her face flushed, Erin turned to find the older man practically looming over her.
"Um, well, ah, that is..." Erin stammered.
"Oh, where are my manners? I'm Derrick. But it's isn't real."
"Oh, um, it's not?" Erin asked. "You mean it's fake?"
"Yes, it's completely staged." Derrick told her.
"Wow, and it looks so real." Erin said, turning back to the photo. "What sort of make up did they use for those lines?"
"Oh, those cane marks are real." Derrick said blithely.
"Huh? But you said..."
"The bottoms were real and the caning was real." Derrick explained. "But the display is fake."
"But... I don't understand." Erin admitted.
"Look at those lines." Derrick explained. "See how that one angles up and the one the next bottom angles down? If they had been caned side by side then those marks would line up."
"Oh... Um, when you said fake then, um, I thought..."
"No, the girls were caned separately then lined up side by side like for that photo." Derrick explained. "That's why I called it a fake."
"Oh." Erin said. "I guess um I guess I was wrong to assume."
"Now lining up six girls and caning them that way." Derrick said, point to the after photo. "That would be something. But it's impossible to do right. The cane would be hitting multiple bottoms with its tip digging on the last girl. When the tip digs in, that's when you get welts. That and when you cross the lines. There's no way to cane a line of girls like that without crossing the lines. Anyone who tried would leave them a mess of welts and, yes, there could even be some bleeding."
"Wow." Erin muttered, staring at the lines on those bottoms.
"Yes, if anyone tried to cane girls like that for real they would have blood running down their legs." Derrick told her.
"Oh."
Erin considered her next words carefully.
"Um, are you an expert on caning?" Erin asked.
Derrick chuckled.
"You could say that." Derrick admitted wryly. "I take it that you are not."
"Um, no." Erin admitted, staring openly at the after photo. "Um, why were these even taken?"
"Oh sometimes we do things like that to remind girls that the cane still exists." Derrick told her. "That while they might have banned the cane the sticks still exist and every now and then we still find a good reason to put the stick about. Or even a not so good reason to do it."
"Oh." Erin muttered.
"Did you ask me that for a reason?" Derrick probed.
"Um..."
"The reason I asked is that we often get girls, and women, wandering this corridor." Derrick began. "Most of them look at that picture frame and move on. Some do so sprouting indignant phrases or cutting remarks but they move on. Then there are others, others like you, who stare at that display."
"Um, well..."
"Do you have any questions you want to ask me?" Derrick asked. "Anything about those photos? Or other photos?"
Erin fumbled at the words.
"Um, well, um, are you still taking photos like that one?" Erin stammered out.
"Why yes we are." Derrick said with a smile. "Would you like to talk about modelling for a photo like that one?"
"Model?" Erin gasped. "Me? But... Those lines look so cruel."
"There wouldn't have to be so many lines." Derrick pointed out.
Erin's voice dropped almost to a whisper.
"Um, well, um, could I change my mind?" Erin muttered.
"Not after we start." Derrick said, lightly placing a hand on he shoulder.
Erin flinched at that gentle contact.
"Why don't we go take a pair of photos?" Derrick suggested. "Or several."
"Several?" Erin gasped.
"One before, one after, and perhaps several during?" Derrick suggested. "Private photos that only you will see? As souvenirs?"
"Um, private photos?" Erin asked, her head swimming.
Then Derrick had her by the arm. He turned her, then started walking her away.
"Um, but I didn't come alone." Erin muttered.
"The others will at lunch, then touring another part of the grounds." Derrick stated. "If we start now then you can have hours to recover after the photos are taken."
"Um, then maybe we should?" Erin said as she walked with him. "Start now?"
"I'm willing to consider us started." Derrick stated. "If you agree then we are already passed the point of no return."
"What? Already?" Erin asked, stumbling.
"If you agree." Derrick said. "And while no one could cane six girls in a line a practised hand could cane two girls bending side by side. And I do believe that you are the second girl to volunteer today."
"I am? You mean I would... I mean that the photos would be taken..." Erin said, stumbling over her words.
"We could leave you in position after taking the 'before' photo and keep you there until we take the 'after' one." Derrick assured her, leading her away from the public areas as he did so. "We could even leave you secured there the entire time so you would have no choice but to hold your position."
"Ummm...."
"I'm so glad you've agreed that we've started, that it's now too late to change your mind." Derrick stated.
Erin wanted to point out that she hadn't said that. That she hadn't agreed that it was now too late to change her mind, but she allowed silence to stand as her acceptance of his statement. Of course that was before she had fully accepted that her dress, slip, and the rest would have to come off so that her bottom could be bared, but when faced with that she told herself that she no longer had a choice and acquiesced to their demands.
There were no introductions so Erin never knew the name of the girl posing beside her. All she knew that she was soon hoping that the weight of the stroke would land on the other girl's bottom and spare Erin's another harsh line.
After the tears came a salve and cold compresses, then (after her face was scrubbed clean of tears) it was time to return to the others. Within minutes of her return, Erin learnt that tour had been broken into a multitude of smaller groups and everyone had assumed that she had been with one of the other groups. In a way, they were right; Erin had been in a group of two whom had been given an exclusive tour of the caning area.
Of course there were difficulties. Even with all that time she had been given to recover she wasn't back to her normal self. It was hard to keep the caning out of her gait and harder still to avoid wincing when she sat, but as the tour drove away Erin was convinced that she had just been on the most wonderful tour of her life. Best of all there was no way for any but her most intimate friends to recognise her from the photos; her face didn't show and if you couldn't recognise her naked and bending from the back then you would never know that she was one of the girls in the photos.
Goodgulf