by Jack Crawford
AHB Enterprises was a grandiose name for a company that was essentially a slum lord. Anthony H. Barone, or "Fat Tony" as everyone knew him (though none called him that to his face) had inherited a string of rental properties upon the death of his father. Fat Tony had idled his way through college on a football scholarship. He put no effort into his classes and the fact that the college he attended was better known as a "basketball school" was all you really needed to know about its football team and its players. Upon graduation (some suggested he didn't really graduate, rather the football program made sure he got his degree so they could free up his scholarship), Fat Tony took a job as a minor functionary with a small loan company. He maintained his job through a series of shrewdly pointed fingers that sloughed off his mistakes on his co-workers.
Then his father died and left him all these rental properties. There was little to do as Tony adopted his father's strategy of "hands off maintenance", effectively forcing the tenants to repair anything necessary themselves. His only real job was to collect the rent and it was something that Fat Tony was good at. No ... he was ruthless. The very day the law allowed him to lock out tenants, he would change locks and secure the properties. If the tenant wanted the contents, they would have to pay the rent current and post an additional security deposit ... or they forfeited the contents to the landlord.
Fat Tony would put any seized contents up for sale, first through classified ads, then through liquidators, and the rest he would create fictitious renters at one of his storage facilities. There, he would sell off the contents of a "seized storage unit" and liquidate the worthless left-over property for much more money than it was worth ... because bidders could only view the contents from outside the storage unit and guess at what might be included. Tony actually got quite good at making supposedly "abandoned" storage units look quite enticing. In all ... Fat Tony had quite the tidy income and considerable assets, run down though they were.
But this week, Fat Tony had an unusual set of circumstances that he was now forced to consider. One of the run down retail strip centers he owned was suddenly entirely vacant. It wasn't very large, only about 10,000 square feet of space and it had recently only had two tenants. A small furniture dealer occupied a little more than 8,000 square feet of the center and a videographer had the remaining 2,000 square feet. Both had gone delinquent at the same time, and Tony locked out both tenants. He stood by his iron fisted policy and refused access without payment and soon had possession of the entire retail center and all of the contents left by the former tenants.
The furniture store included a series of walls that would make no sense other than to serve as partitions for the various furniture pieces displayed. There were living rooms and kitchens and bedrooms, but once he moved all the furniture out, Tony would be forced to tear out all the odd walls to make it rentable to another company. He doubted he would be able to find another small mom & pop furniture store to occupy the unit.
Similarly, the videographer left a lot of interesting, if outdated, videotaping equipment. Sure, there were editing machines and lots of stock but it was still old fashioned video tape and not the newer DVDs or digital recording devices. As noted: outdated, but there was a LOT of it. Tony had to carefully consider how to make the most of both pieces of this now empty retail center.
At the same time, Tony was feeling a bit lonely. Oh, he had his share of dates, but his personality did not engender warmth ... or follow-on dates beyond the first or second date. He had turned to porn as his proxy for female companionship and had developed a fondness for spanking porn in particular. As he sat watching the latest spanking DVD he suddenly had a brainstorm. Thinking about what might be, Tony actually left the spanking DVD (a rarity itself) and rushed down to the videographer's old location. He spent all night rummaging through the equipment, testing it and verifying that, despite its age, it was all fully functional.
The next day, Fat Tony ordered some cosmetic changes to the exterior of the small retail center. The old signs were taken down and the plate glass windows were cleaned and painted over with gloss black paint on the inside. On the door of the old furniture store a newly painted sign read, "Sound Stage - Entrance at Rear". On the old videographer's door the sign read, "AHB Films".
In all, the simple external makeover cost less than $2,000 and Fat Tony worked off a few of his extra pounds by moving around some of the furniture in the "AHB Films" office, while moving some of the camera equipment, cables and lights to various furniture display settings in the old furniture store. Sitting at an old PC, he managed to connect to the internet and placed a simple ad on CraigsList: "Spanking actresses now being hired for major film project. Screen tests begin immediately. Call for information." The ad, of course, included a telephone number that he had obtained for the new office and the listing was "AHB Films."
While he waited to see if there would be many responses, Fat Tony downloaded official looking model release forms from the internet. He also found something that would serve as an "Application" for models to complete, listing their work history. In short, he quickly created a believable front for a film production company. Tony also created an email address for those who replied by email.
By the end of the first day, Tony was stunned to have received 32 inquiries. He sifted through the "bots" in his email responses, but he also fielded several phone inquiries. Starting on Monday, he would conduct his first interview ... and hopefully screen test ... for the first applicant! But one should not confuse fact with imagination: the entire charade was for Tony's amusement and entertainment ... there never would be any movies completed or distributed ... but there would be yards and yards of tape to watch!
The door to AHB Films opened precisely at 3:00 PM and a petite brunette with an hour glass figure walked inside. Tony came out from his office and said, "You must be Maureen Bagley". He extended his hand and they shook briefly as her smile lit up the office. "I'm sorry," Tony said, "In our business this is usually an off day so I'm the only one here." After a pause and an alarmingly charming smile he added, "Then again, I'm the only one who counts!"
Tony handed the young lady the forms she would need to complete and asked her to call out to him when she had finished. Several minutes later he heard her ask, "Mr. Barone?" He came back out of his office to find the 24 year old brunette standing with the clipboard of forms in her hand.
Waving for her to follow him, he went into his office, sat behind the big desk and motioned for her to sit. As he scanned the forms, Maureen looked about the office which was decorated with posters for spanking porno films. One caught her eye immediately and she asked, "You made UP THE CREEK WITH ONLY PADDLES?"
Tony turned to look at the poster and nodded. "Yep and the star in that flick, Scarlett Buns, sat right where you are sitting now at one time and just like you, she had absolutely no experience." He watched the young lady as she seemed totally mesmerized. "In fact, we need to discuss that." Her attention shifted to him.
"The fact that you have no experience poses several problems," he began with more confidence than he was actually feeling. "You see, there are some things we just won't know until we have the chance to watch you on tape. These things include some obvious issues: Can you act naturally on camera? Can you take direction? Does the camera even like you?"
Maureen scrunched her eyebrows and asked, "What does that mean?"
Tony smiled warmly and answered. "It's really pretty simple. You are quite a lovely young lady, if I may say so." Maureen blushed lightly and Tony suspected it was an act that she had perfected. Continuing, he added, "But even the best looking people don't necessarily look so good on film. We'll just have to see." The young lady nodded as if she understood.
"Then there is the technical aspects of these films," he said matter-of-factly. "They involve nudity or partial nudity and some people can't handle that. Not to mention that the spankings we film are real." Here, the young lady looked up with a bit of alarm. He laughed, "What? You thought it was all acting? The audience can tell instantly when the spankings are faked!"
He watched her squirm a bit then dove into the topic. "Have you ever been spanked?" he asked, and her squirming seemed to intensify.
"Well, yeah," she said, "when I was a kid. Mom or dad would put me over their lap and spank until I cried." Tony did not interrupt her and the ensuing silence was unnerving to Maureen so she added, "I think the last time either of them spanked me I was 15."
"So, no spanking since then?" Tony asked. Again, she blushed hotly.
"Well ... no ..." the blush deepened and she answered more specifically. "My ex-boyfriend liked to spank. He'd ... uh ... spank me as a sort of ... you know ... uh ... foreplay."
"You understand how spanking can be a turn on then?" he prodded. She nodded and he followed up, "Did the spanking turn you on as well?" Again, she nodded ... and her mute answer suddenly seemed a signal to Tony.
He laid the clipboard of forms down on his desktop and sighed. "I don't think you're going to be right for the part," he said simply. Her expression suddenly changed to one of disappointment. "You strike me as a little too self-conscious for this type of project. When I bring up the subject of spanking you just blush like an embarrassed school girl and suddenly lose the ability to speak."
Maureen suddenly looked like she was about to cry. "Oh, please give me half a chance, Mr. Barone! I'm sure I can do this! I WANT to do this!!"
Inside, Tony grinned as his assessment had been correct. Outwards, he shook his head with disbelief.
Then, with a heavy sigh, Tony looked at his watch then looked back up into Maureen's pleading eyes. "I've got about 90 minutes. We'll do a quick screen test and see how you do. But, I can't promise anything."
The petite brunette suddenly perked up, her smile radiated the room. "I can do this! You won't be sorry!" she bubbled.
To himself, Tony thought, but YOU might be sorry!
At the side of his desk, Tony punched a few buttons on a control panel, and suddenly lights snapped on. The harsh glare of the lights served to highlight the pair of video cameras already positioned in the office. Maureen hadn't even noticed them. "Let's see what you look like," he said simply. "Please undress right there ... everything right off, please."
With a gulp, Maureen stood and slowly removed her clothes. First, she unfastened her skirt from behind and stepped out of it to reveal wispy, lacey white panties. Her blouse came off next to reveal a matching bra, which soon followed her blouse. Her breasts were firm and magnificent and Tony could barely keep from drooling. Then the lacey panties came off and after Tony made a circling motion, Maureen did a slow turn so that he could see ... and film ... all of her. "I left the heels on," she said, "Or do you want them off?"
Tony shook his head ... he loved what heels did for a leg line. He pushed a paper across the desk towards Maureen. "Read this," he said, "then look at me and say the lines like you're trying to convince me for real." Maureen read the paper, then set it back down on the desk.
When she looked up she said in a pleading voice, "I know I screwed up, Mr. Smith. But, I'll make it up to you ... I promise! I need this job ... I can't afford to lose it and I'll do ANYTHING to keep it! Isn't my standing here naked proof of that?"
Tony then recited Mr. Smith's line, "What you did deserves to be punished! You think prancing around naked is punishment?"
Maureen then gave a fairly credible coquettish look and said, "Maybe you could spank me like my daddy does?"
Tony cut the lights and cameras, then nodded sagely. "That wasn't bad for a first time reading, Miss Bagley. We'll have to check the film to see how you did from the perspective of the lens, but not bad. I'm surprised. But we have the really hard task ahead of us ... we have to see if you can take a spanking on film."
Tony rearranged the cameras and lights as the naked wannabe actress followed his every move. The chair on the other side of his desk was perfect for spanking a young lady, he just needed everything else rearranged. There was a camera to capture the action from full on, another that would be to his right to capture the close up of her bottom as it was spanked, another from the left to capture her face and one that was positioned from the ceiling looking straight down. All the cameras had been preset and marked by Tony over the weekend, so it took scant moments to arrange.
On the desk he laid a small paddle and a doubled over belt. Then he sat down on the turned around chair and looked at the naked beauty who waited with a bit of a worried look on her face. "I am going to give you a short series of spankings, Maureen. I'll use my hand, then the little paddle, then the belt. Each will be about 15 or 20 spanks, all getting progressively harder. There may also be a surprise or two in store for you. I'm sorry I can't be more specific, but I need to see if I can catch your reaction on film. OK?"
Maureen nodded and stepped to his side, but as she started to lay over his lap (a good sign, he thought, she knows where she belongs) Tony stopped her. "Please understand, Maureen, that you can ask me to stop this activity at any time, and I will stop immediately. But ... the screen test will finished. It is important for you to try to take everything that happens. Understand?" She nodded and Tony turned to press some buttons ... the lights glared on and the video cameras began to whir. Then the brunette lowered herself across Tony's rather ample lap and tried to position herself comfortably.
The naked and slightly squirming woman over his lap was a treasure that Tony savored for a moment. He laid his right hand onto her trembling right bottom cheek and felt its warmth. Tony reminded himself to work up in intensity and not to blow this golden opportunity by rushing into the spanking. Then he raised his hand and brought it down with a crisp SPANK!
The bottom mound jiggled beneath his palm as the young lady sucked in her breath ... then another SPANK to her left bottom cheek left that one quivering and jiggling as well. Tony began to rhythmically spank the upturned bottom, alternating from right to left and he grinned as she squirmed delicately beneath his stinging palm the alabaster white of her firm bottom turning slightly pink.
He picked up the pace and increased intensity until he gave her half dozen really fast and sharp stinging swats with his hand. Finally, Maureen muttered an "oooowwww!" and Tony stopped spanking, though he continued to marvel at the naked bottom across his knee.
"How are you doing, Maureen?" he asked, as he reached back for the small paddle.
"Ahhh ... OK, so far. I could really feel those last few!" she gasped.
"Well, hang on. The next batch is with this little paddle," he said as he laid the cold wood surface on her bottom. As she twitched at the feel of the cold wood, he added, "It's a little more difficult to endure. Are you ready?" She simply nodded, then bit her lip. Grabbing the legs of the chair, Maureen held on with the grip she intended to secure her entry into the film business.
The first swat from the paddle sounded like a rifle shot as hard wood met bare, warm flesh. Maureen's body jerked and tensed but she managed to choke back the yelp that tried to escape from her throat. WHACK! The second swat from the paddle made her throw her head back and moan in pain. Tony then quickly added two fast swats to either cheek, WHACK WHACK!! He was rewarded with a real squirm on his lap ... a squirm that began coaxing him into a painful erection.
The spanks with the paddle were more deliberate than the hand spanking, and they were even more stinging. The bottom on Tony's lap grew redder with each successive swat and the young woman's reactions became more animated. Maureen groaned and moaned with pain adding the oddly accented yelp, but she squirmed and held on throughout the paddling. When he stopped, Fat Tony was sweating from both the exertion as well as the show Maureen was putting on across his lap.
"All done with the paddle. How're you doing?" he asked.
Though breathing heavily, Maureen managed to answer in a controlled voice. "I'm not sure I want to sit in the car and drive home right away ... but, I'll live."
"Good girl!" he complimented with a chuckle and a friendly pat on her hot red bottom. "The last thing is the belt. And, I think we'll have you stand for this. Here, let me help you up." He assisted her to her feet and grinned broadly as the woman tried to rub the sting from her bottom.
Tony moved the chair and cleared a spot on his desk for her to bend across. Having her take position, he moved the cameras into new positions and the time allowed Maureen's stinging bottom to cool just a bit. The cameras were ready, including one that was on the floor shooting up between Maureen's legs. As he positioned the camera, Tony noticed that Maureen was quite wet and it elicited a lascivious grin.
"Stay bent right over, Maureen and don't move from that position," he said as he picked up the belt from the desk. Doubling it over, he gripped the belt and stepped back to make swinging room. Suddenly, the silence in the room was cut by the slicing sound of the belt ripping through the air before it landed with a loud SPLAT! Full across both bottom cheeks of the lovely young lady.
Unprepared for this, Maureen's head snapped back and she cried out, "JESUS!"
Tony smiled and muttered a "tsk, tsk" as he pulled his arm back. A second whirring sound and a sudden SPLAT had Maureen dancing in place, her knees buckling, and bottom throbbing and jiggling. Her head and upper body had lifted, giving Tony an unobstructed view of her impressive breasts as the wiggled from the motion.
Tony snuck his left hand beneath the raised up woman and grasped her left breast in his hand ... and as she gasped in surprise, he let fly another stinging stroke with the belt. Again, she danced in place as she moaned, but she did not protest his groping, grabbing hand. SPLAT! Another stinging swipe of the belt and she was quite literally dancing in place, bent over his desk with all her charms on full display.
Now, Tony let go of the breast and encircled her waist with his left arm ... he reached well past her and let his arm pull her in tight to him. His fingers could now manipulate her sex in that position. As one meaty finger probed, his right hand left fly two quick snaps of the belt ... harsher than the others and quicker, Maureen cried out loud.
The next stroke had Maureen up on her toes and Tony inserted a fat finger into her wet sex up to his knuckle ... then, diddling with his left fingers, he gave her three more hard and fast strokes with the belt that had her gasping, sobbing and fighting to hold back her tears.
Tony let her go, and tossed the belt to the desk. Then he turned off the cameras and lights and sat down behind his desk. "You did well," he commented as the woman stood and rubbed her bottom. "You didn't make the rookie mistakes of complaining or jumping when things got ... shall we say, personal."
"Is it always like that?" asked the woman still rubbing her behind.
"The spankings? Yes ... at least that hard at the end, but we would work up to that with more lighter swats to begin with. You might eventually have to feel a switch or cane, but we'll see what the film shows."
"I meant ... you know," she tried to clarify, "uh ... the grabbing and poking."
Tony leaned back in his chair, his hands making a small steeple in front of him as he smiled. "Two answers you need to know, Maureen. First, we make spanking PORN. There will be some sex scenes. Is that going to be a problem?"
The naked woman quickly shook her head.
"Good," noted Tony. "Now the second thing you need to know. Film making is a relationship business. You want to get ahead, you gotta ... well, let's just say you gotta give head ... or more." He watched her closely.
The brunette looked slightly stunned, then recovered. After all, she was already naked! "Is this where I'm supposed to come over there and suck your dick?" she finally asked.
Tony smiled and shook his head. "You'll eventually figure out that I'm a good guy, Maureen. You won't need to do that until we determine if you have a future here. I need to run the film and decide. You'll probably have to actually run a scene before we try to place you in a specific film. You'll have your chance to be appreciative then. Or ... is THAT going to be a problem?"
Maureen smiled wickedly and shook her head. "No, sir. No problem at all."
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