A Once in Lifetime Offer

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A Once in Lifetime Offer

Christy could barely believe her eyes. She hadn't believed the name of the museum (the Museum of Corporal Punishment) or thought it would be worth visiting, but it was. She had expected displays that in included stocks and whipping posts and maybe birching ponies. She wouldn't have been surprised to see a school punishment book or two, listing long ago names, their misdeeds, and the resulting corporal punishment. Something salvaged from some long forgotten school. Just the usual tourist trap that you stumbled over on a vacation.

That was what she expected, but not what she found. Instead she found artwork – paintings, drawings, and even sculptures – all showing various sorts of spankings. Right now she was wandering a photographic wing, looking at the displays. Each had a women or girl in her later teens and was made up of at least two photos – a before and after of their bared bottoms. Some of the afters were of mild hand spankings, but at the moment Christy was standing in front of a larger display where the woman was sporting countless cane marks on her bottom and upper legs. And this display included more than the minimum two photos. There was an extra 'before' one of the woman looking anxious and several 'during' ones showing the cane in action. There was even an extra 'after' showing the woman's tearstreaked face.

And it was real. All of the photos were. Christy had seen enough spanking pictures to tell the real ones from the fakes and she hadn't seen a single fake one since she arrived. She could tell that every exhibit was an authentic record of an actual spanking.

"Impressive, isn't it?"

Christy almost jumped out of her skin. Turning, she found another woman standing behind her.

"Huh? What's impressive?" Christy queried.

"Caning she took, the photos they took, the entire museum, all of it. But where are my manners? I'm Patrica."

The answer was automatic.

"Christy."

"Well Christy, I hate to point this out, but the museum survives on contributions." Patrica began. "Of course there are the gate fees, but we need more to survive."

"Um, how much do people usually give?" Christy asked, brining up her purse.

"Oh, it's not money we need, it's models."

"Models?"

"Models for the photos and artwork." Patrica clarified.

"Of course you'd need models for something like that." Christy said, nodding towards the display.

"Have you ever though of modelling?" Patrica asked.

"Me? A model?" Christy asked in surprise. Then it hit her. She turned back to the display. "You mean model for a display like that one?"

"Or one of the others." Patrica confirmed. "It wouldn't have to be a cane. It could be a strap, a paddle, a slipper, a plimsoll..."

"A what?" Christy asked.

"That's a kind of gym shoe or sneaker." Patrica clarified. "It used to be worn by public schoolgirls in gym class and where you had girls going to public schools back then you had corporal punishments in the gym."

"Oh." Christy said, wondering how it would feel to be spanked with a sneaker.

"And then there are other things, such as rulers, yardsticks, pointers; basically anything you would find around a classroom." Patrica continued. "Then there are the non-school instruments, including riding crops, whip cords, and other things like that. But we don't push those harsh things, not when there are countless ways that schoolgirls were punished back in the day and if they were good enough for schoolgirls in the old days then they are gentle enough for a full grown woman today."

"Um, that really looks like it hurt a girl back then." Christy said, nodding towards the caning display.

"Well it was intended to be a punishment." Patrica answered with a smile. "But that was then. Today we ask for volunteers to help us by modelling the various instruments. We watch our visitors and see which of them look as if they might want to help us that way. Then we offer them a chance to volunteer. A chance to do something like that with a skilled professional. A skilled professional like myself."

"Um, oh. Um, I see." Christy mumbled as it sunk that the woman was talking about using a cane on her.

"Think of it as a once in a lifetime offer." Patrica pushed. "One that you might have a lifetime's worth of regrets if you don't take."

"Um, well..." Christy stalled.

Patrica smiled and put her arm around Christy.

"I knew you would agree to model." Patrica smiled. "Now let's get those releases signed and your modelling career begun."

"Um, well, um, I haven't said I would." Christy said weakly.

But she allowed the other woman steer her away from the displays to the employee only parts of the building, to where the paperwork waited for her signature.


Christy visited that place once more before her vacation ended. Her eyes were soon locked on a new display. A before, four during, and an after. Of course her face wasn't showing but she stood there memorised, staring at the photos she had modelled for. Seeing her bottom on display there, Christy lacked even a single regret over her choice on that once of a lifetime offer.

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