Kathy McGuire slowly worked her way through the list of roles she wished to apply for. There were not many for a newly graduated drama student. One seemed… interesting:“On-line reality show set in a simulated but fully authentic 50s Finishing School for young ladies to run for one month. Currently recruiting for students and teachers. Payment is by profit share. Send recent photo and application to – ” An email address was given for applications.She was not happy about the notion of payment by profit share. It could easily finish up being nothing but at least participating might get her noticed. Googling the company name did produce a list of previous shows they had made – and it seemed they were honest about calculating payments. She could easily earn several thousand pounds for the month’s work, so she sent an application.A few days later she was in a large office with scores of other hopefuls. Most wore everyday clothes but Kathy and a few others had attempted a 1950s look. In her case it consisted of flat black shoes, black calf-length skirt, plain white blouse and her long ginger hair put in a ponytail. An auburn-haired middle-aged woman took the floor. “Hi, I’m Michelle. Thank you all for coming. I trust you have read the information packs. Any questions before we move on to the individual auditions?”An attractive South Asian woman raised her hand. Michelle glanced at her iPad. “Yes Anita?”“You say this is going to be authentic 1950s. Schools in those days frequently used corporal punishment – straps and canes. Is that going to feature in this show?”“Yes it is. Unlike students in those days you can opt out if you are due to be punished and leave.”Kathy felt a peculiar lightness in her stomach. She had never in her life been spanked, let alone been subject to strappings and canings.A West Indian woman raised her hand. “So we have to accept being strapped or caned or whatever or not get paid?”“That’s correct Simone but if you were on I’m A Celebrity you’d have to eat kangaroo testicles or not get paid.”“That’s not likely to arise, I’m not a celebrity.”“You might be after this.”Simone grinned. “Good point!”The audition itself bore no resemblance to the show. Kathy was asked to imagine she had been pulled over for speeding by a middle-aged male police officer and to try to talk her way out of being given a ticket. She decided to play contrite, saying she had a clean record, wouldn’t do it again. The “police officer” seemed Maltepe Escort unconvinced.Thinking she had blown it, Kathy was surprised and delighted to receive a call next day inviting her to participate in the show.The “Roxby School for Young Ladies” was a hotel and conference centre in rural Britanny hired in its entirety for the summer by the production company. On arrival she had to hand in her mobile phone, was reminded that covert filming would be continuous though other participants, including those playing teaching staff, would not have access to it and was given a printed Participants’ Pack and instructed to go to her room and read it.‘Students’ had to share rooms, though Kathy thought it could have been worse – she had half expected to find herself in a huge dorm like an old-fashioned hospital ward. The wardrobes were filled with clothing not unlike those she had selected for her audition. The participants’ instructions said that only these clothes should be worn for the duration of her participation so after showering in the room’s en suite (she wasn’t convinced that that was authentic 1950s but she wasn’t about to demand that they have her queuing to use a communal bathroom) she began to get into costume. As she was doing so her roommate arrived and turned out to be Anita, whom she remembered from the audition.“Hi. Nice to meet again.”“Yes. Ready to go back to school?”“Guess so. Going to seem a bit weird, especially if… what made you ask them about corporal punishment? It hadn’t occurred to me.”“I used to read lots of old kids’ books when I was little. It was clear that corporal punishment was routine then.”“I wonder why they chose that era, then?”Anita gave her what her mother would have called an old-fashioned look. “So that they have an excuse to have plenty of spankings – obviously this show is targeting the spanking scene. All the student participants I’ve seen are young attractive women with nice bottoms. Anyway, I came prepared – plenty of aloe vera to prevent bruising. Got some arnica gel too but that works best if applied immediately – takes the sting away.”“You seem prepared – and knowledgeable on the subject!”“Previous partner used to like spanking me.”“I’ve never been spanked. I hope I can cope with it.”Anita smiled cheekily. “Want to find out?”Startled, Kathy asked, “Are you suggesting you spank me? Now?”Still smiling, Anita nodded.Kathy shook her head. “No. Maltepe Escort Bayan But I suppose I will if I break one of the rules – which looks like it’s going to be very easy to do.”“Exactly. They want an excuse to spank us.”The participants assembled in the dining room for the evening meal. Anita and Kathy shared a table with Simone from their audition and her roommate Linda, a tall blonde Scot.The food was plain but good. If it was authentic 1950s it wasn’t English, which in Kathy’s opinion supported Anita’s notion that the producers were creating just enough of a superficial resemblance to the 1950s to justify the use of corporal punishment.“Basically,” she concluded, “we’re taking part in a free-form SM porn film.”The others nodded. Linda added, “They’ll have thousands of hours of video – apart from live streaming it all on pay to view, they’ll probably cobble some kind of feature film out of it. Probably they’ll create situations to fit some kind of plot they have in mind.”Kathy squirmed in her seat. “I hope they’re not too severe,”“No worse than you’d get at a scene event I would think.”“Having never been to a scene event, I’m none the wiser!”Simone and Linda grinned and exchanged glances.“What?” Kathy asked.Simone smiled again. “I reckon the participants playing staff will be drawing lots to see who gets to spank your pristine bottom first!”“They’ll probably want to tawse and cane you too!” Linda added. “I’ll bet you a tenner you don’t get through tomorrow without getting a very sore bottom!”Anita took Kathy’s hand and squeezed it. “Don’t tease her!” She turned to Kathy. “If you do get punished, try to keep your bottom relaxed; it hurts a lot more if you’re tense.”Kathy squeezed back. “Thanks! I’ll try to remember that.”After dinner they had an hour’s free time before being sent to their rooms at 9 pm with a warning that breaking curfew would attract punishment. Kathy became increasingly anxious about what she had let herself in for. As they returned to their room Anita said:“You’ve gone very quiet. Are you OK?”Kathy nodded, “Yes. I’m just…“ her voice trailed off.“Worried about getting spanked?”“A bit. Perhaps I should find out if I can take it. Does your offer still stand?”Anita smiled. “Of course, dear.” She sat on her bed and patted her lap.Kathy laid over her knee and tensed as her skirt was raised.“Try to keep your bum relaxed.” Anita stroked her knicker-clad Escort Maltepe bottom, then began smacking.Kathy squirmed but it wasn’t as bad as she was expecting. After a dozen smacks on each cheek, Anita peeled her knickers down to mid-thigh and after rubbing her bottom a little proceeded to smack each bare buttock in turn, left and right, up and down.“How’s that?”“Stings a bit but it’s OK.”Anita stroked her bottom again, then picked up her slipper and gave her six hard whacks.Kathy bucked and squirmed during the slippering but did not attempt to leave Anita’s lap. “Ow! That really stings!”“I’ll put some aloe vera on to prevent bruising, then you can have a look in the mirror.”Kathy wriggled in pleasure as the gel was massaged into her bottom, then scrambled up to examine herself in the mirror. She looked at the pink globes. “Oh, wow!”As she lay in bed, preparing to sleep, the warmth in her bottom seemed to sink into her body and she began to feel aroused. Her hands drifted to her crotch. She hoped Anita could not hear her.The first lesson for a dozen of the students was “French Conversation”.“Probably didn’t want to hear the obvious jokes about oral French.” Kathy remarked to Anita as they entered the classroom.“YOU GIRL!”Kathy jumped and looked at the rather severe-looking forty-something teacher, who was glaring at her. “Me, miss?”“Yes, you girl. What is your name?”“Kathy McGuire, miss.”“Well, Kathy McGuire, did you read the school rules in your handbook?”“Yes, miss.”“And what do they say about classroom etiquette? With particular reference to entering and leaving?”Kathy swallowed nervously. “Pupils should enter and leave in silence.”“And did you do that?”“No, miss.”“Indeed you did not. Stand at the front, the rest of you sit down!”Kathy was mortified – first lesson not even started and she was already in trouble. Anita looked concerned, Simone winked at her. The other girls simply looked prepared to enjoy the unscheduled entertainment. The teacher, Madame Peche, Kathy remembered, strode to her desk, opened the drawer and removed a foot-long wooden ruler.“Hold your hand out!” Kathy complied and the ruler was brought down sharply onto her palm, catching her thumb as it did so.“Jesus! That fucking hurt!” Too late, she clapped her hand over her mouth as the room erupted in laughter.“SILENCE! Unless you all want a dose!” She glared at Kathy. “I’ve never heard such disgusting language! The Principal needs to deal with you!” She wrote something on a notepad, tore off the page, folded it and handed it to Kathy. “Take this to the Principal now, girl!”Kathy turned and fled the classroom. Stomach churning, she unfolded the note and read: “This girl, Kathy McGuire, swears like a trooper in class! Please deal with appropriately.”