by Steve Timmons
To all outward appearances, Jim Benson was an ordinary guy. Tall, well-built and reasonably handsome, he held a good job, made a decent salary, lived alone in a comfortable loft apartment in a trendy but not too pricey part of the city.
An affable man with an outgoing personality, he socialized with a regular circle of friends, men and women, dated frequently but with no one woman in particular, and generally seemed at ease in all social situations. He watched his diet, didn't over-indulge in alcohol and kept himself in good shape through regular exercise and workouts at the neighborhood fitness club. Given his many attributes, his friends often wondered why no young woman had yet managed to snag the 27-year-old bachelor.
The answer to that question resided in an important little bit of information to which his circle of friends was not privy. Jim was a secret spanko who spent much of his private time in pursuit of his avocation. A casual perusal of the internet browsing history on his home computer would have revealed a long list of spanking web sites.
Jim wasn't just a lurker, however. Over the years, he'd contributed regularly to a number of spanking story boards and, under a clever pen name, was a well-regarded author on one prominent English-based site in particular. He also enjoyed several of the better video sites.
As mentioned, Jim was a closet spanko. To date, he'd never yet personally experienced the thrill of giving a spanking to anyone, or for that matter, being on the receiving end either. His enjoyment of his avocation had been limited to reading and writing stories, viewing videos and the vicarious thrills he'd managed to achieve whenever he spotted a pretty young woman with a particularly spankable backside.
He would often kid himself that the real reason he belonged to a fitness club was not for the use of the exercise equipment but for the numerous opportunities it afforded him to surreptitiously view the well-toned and tightly clothed bottoms of the many young female members. Quite a few unknowing young lovelies had been the victim of more than one hot spanking in his ever-active imagination and several were often later featured in one of the stories he submitted to his favorite site.
This state of affairs seemed destined to remain unchanged as, for all his wit and charm, Jim seemed at a total loss when it came to finding a young woman who might be inclined to engage in a little spanking play, let alone making a connection with her. Oh sure, there were always the websites, but Jim wasn't about to take that kind of risk.
Just back from the fitness club on a dreary, rainy Saturday morning, Jim booted up his computer and started to surf his favorite sites for the latest uploads as he ate a bowl of cereal. One site was, he noted, offering its famous spanking machine for sale. He'd watched many a video featuring that little beauty and had been really excited by the way it could spread stripe after stripe of a stingy looking single tail whip across the full expanse of the lovely bare bottoms of the site's many fabulous models as they lay tightly restrained over a bench. It all looked real enough and when the programmed time had expired, each girl sported a pair of very red bottom cheeks.
Shaking his head ruefully, he quickly concluded there was no point in even thinking about that. The machine was very sophisticated and would probably cost a fortune. Even if he could afford it, he'd just be throwing his money away since it would forever sit unused in some closet as, of course, he had no prospect of finding a girl willing to let him try it out on her.
He continued surfing and browsing until, at length, he came to another one of his favorites. As he read the splashy new banner on the home page emblazoned with the words 'Enter to Win the Chance of a Lifetime,' he nearly choked on his cereal. The site was running a contest. Write and submit an original story for a video and win a chance to play a feature role in the making of that video!
Eagerly, he scrolled down and checked the details. It all seemed too good to be true but it was true, nonetheless. In an effort to boost membership as well as obtain creative input for future videos, the site had hit upon this novel marketing concept. All entrants whose scripts were selected for use would win at least $100.00. From among those, one male and one female entrant would be chosen as the lucky grand prize winners who would be brought to England for a week to visit the set when videos were being shot and to play a leading part in the videos which they had scripted.
Jim knew he could write good spanking stories. The feedback from the storyboards where he won numerous awards for his efforts made him confident of that. So with his imagination fueled by visions of the bare bottoms of his favorite spanking stars turned across his lap, he set to work with a will and was soon turning out possible story lines.
His first effort featured a slipper for a blonde beauty called Adele. Next up was the story of a long hard hand spanking for another splendid bum. He thought up new scenarios involving the cane and the hairbrush.
For two weeks, Jim practically hibernated in his loft as he wrote and re-wrote his scripts. Finally, just short of the deadline, he emailed them. After a month with no word, he began to lose hope as he knew only the winners would be notified. Then, when least expecting it, he received the long-hoped-for email informing him he had won top prize among the male entrants. However, it was only when he finally got to England that he learned the full extent of his success.
The long weeks of anticipation and planning were all behind him. Now, Jim's plane was far out over the polar ice cap on the great circle route to London. The night flight was far from restful. It was the height of the summer holiday rush and the plane was packed with vacationing families and their noisy kids. Sleep was out of the question, and by the time he'd cleared Immigration and Customs at Gatwick, he was dead on his feet. Fortunately, he wasn't so far gone that he couldn't spot the pretty young lass in the arrivals hall holding a placard bearing his name. Nor did his keen spanko senses fail him as he took note of her pert round bottom set off ever so well by her tight, form-fitting pants.
Emily, for that was her name, introduced herself as one of the Production Assistants for the shoot and soon had his bags stowed safely in the boot and Jim neatly buckled into the front passenger seat of her boss's Mercedes. Jim had no idea where the studio was or how long it took to get there as he'd promptly fallen asleep in the comfortable reclining seat of the big, quiet automobile. Consequently, he arrived at the studio unshaven, clothing well wrinkled and looking altogether quite disheveled.
Following a brief introduction to the Producer, Emily led Jim to the male dressing room where he was afforded the luxury of a hot shower, a shave and the opportunity to don a change of clothes. An informal brunch followed and, for the first time, Jim met face to face with the spanking stars he'd come to know and love through their many videos, as well as a couple of the regular male spankers and some of the vital behind the scenes personnel who'd be involved in the forthcoming shoots.
Jim was surprised at how friendly and welcoming everyone was. It was almost as if he'd been part of the operation for years. The models appeared genuinely enthusiastic about working with him and one or two even teased him a bit, carefully examining his muscular shoulders and strong right arm and joking how much he would make their bottoms burn when he spanked them! With three pretty girls surrounding him, Jim had to pinch himself to be sure he wasn't dreaming.
"Looks as if you're a big hit with the girls," the Producer said as he escorted Jim on a post-prandial tour of the facilities. "That always adds a little something extra to the shoots but watch out for Adele and Anna, they've been known to get a little 'creative' when they're working with someone they've taken a shine to!"
"Thanks for the heads up," Jim replied, projecting rather more self-assurance than he actually felt. "I'll handle it."
Just then, they entered one of the sets where a guy was rehearsing a scene with a strikingly beautiful young woman whose face was unfamiliar to Jim.
"Is she a new actress?" Jim asked the producer as they paused to take in the action.
Befitting a model, the woman in question was tall and slender but nicely proportioned and blessed with full though not overly large breasts and an absolutely fabulous bottom, snugly and lovingly encased in tight-fitting blue jeans. The effect of the jeans was all the more enhanced by her current position, face down across the guy's lap.
The actor was in the process of delivering a very moderate hand spanking to the girl's enticing backside as he went through his lines. His 'victim' was more than playing her part, squealing and squirming as if the spanking were the real thing.
"Actress?" the producer said wistfully. "Oh I wish! No, actually, she's your female counterpart."
"Counterpart?" Jim responded.
"Yes, you know, the other winning contestant; I didn't realize you hadn't met. Let's go over and I'll introduce you."
Immediately, Jim remembered the details of the contest. He knew the video company shot some female-spanks-female stuff and he'd assumed the winning female entrant would be involved in something like that. More than a little intrigued to learn otherwise, Jim quickly followed after the producer, delighted at the prospect of meeting the young woman who was clearly a winner in more ways than one!
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