Just as Tammy put her phone back in her pocket Lucy appeared with a new skirt on; it was shorter than she was used to seeing her mum in. Sexier too, but it looked good on her.
“Wow,” Tammy exclaimed, “that’s different, but amazing.”
She watched Lucy blush slightly, before she said, “You really like it?”
“Yes,” Tammy replied. “I think you should get it.” Lucy looked herself up and down in the mirror several times. Tammy felt her phone buzz as she watched, but did not touch it.
“Ok,” Lucy said, as she walked back into the cubicle. Tammy pulled out her phone and looked at the text, it read, “I did, too. Happy you are being reminded of it. However, we are not done. You will get some demands tonight.”
Tammy typed quickly, “No, I fucking will not!” and sent the message.
Before she had even dropped her phone to her side, furious at him, another text arrived. “You will or this goes to your mum with a note saying you are sending me inappropriate texts.” A heartbeat later a photo appeared; it was the photo he had taken under the table. It was much closer to her than she had expected it to be, the dress she was wearing right now was clearly visible, as was her little cunt, bald and inviting. She stood looking at it for a moment, heart racing, and arousal increasing.
She stabbed back into the phone, “What do you want?”
Three little dots appeared for less than a second, then the message popped up. “Tell you later.”
Before she could do anything else, Lucy appeared again, and they walked off together to pay.
Tammy was even more distracted now, her mind overthinking what he was going to ask for, and she stayed that way all afternoon. They were in the cab on the first part of the journey home before she knew it, though, and trying to distract herself, she tried anything, reading the road names, ‘Mounts Road, Knock Hall Chase,’ and loads more, but they did not work. She kept thinking of that picture of her cunt. ‘Her cunt.’ She always referred to it by that name, at least to herself…and with boys that were not prudish. She loved how dirty it sounded.
It was 9.30 p.m. before she was back in her room. She dumped all her stuff quickly and locked the door. For over 9 hours she had wanted to cum, and now, this was her first chance. Clothes hit the floor quickly, and she caught an image of herself in the mirror before she loss the underwear and then she was naked. She grabbed her laptop and started it up. As she waited for it to load, she looked at herself in the mirror. Tammy was a good height–five foot eight to be precise–and her long athletic body was a dream to look at. Although her big, round, pert tits spoiled the athlete image a little. She liked her arse, too. That was very firm, well-shaped with no flabby bits at all. It was often hard to find porn with an arse as tight as hers being spanked; all the women seemed to have fat that rippled and bounced as they were spanked, and she wanted to imagine it was her, so those did not work.
Tammy had a round face, with a wide, inviting smile. Her blonde hair was thick and fell just below her shoulders. With a small, but shapely nose below, and big expressive hazel eyes, she knew she was pretty in a way most girls dreamed about. If she could just get the muscles in her arms to harden up and hide the slightly flabby tops she would be perfect!
The laptop was almost there, but she picked her phone back up, lay down on the bed for a moment admired her legs and then texted Rob, “It is later, now.”
She logged onto the laptop, and fired up her favourite porn page. Her phone buzzed as she opened the tag for spanking. Tammy picked up her phone and read the message, “Let’s start with a full-length naked photo.”
“Tame,” Tammy thought as she posed for the mirror and took the photo. She did not like that one; the angle was not right, so she took a couple more, then sent the third one she took.
It was 30 seconds before the next text. “Bend over, facing away from the mirror and take a picture of the view from between your legs.”
Tammy thought about that for a moment. What did he want? Then she got it; he wanted her firm arse and cunt, reflected in the mirror. Again, nothing wrong with that. She got in position and took the photo, then a few more of the same view. Even before she had sent the best one, she was thinking about being in that position and Rob spanking her, his big, old hand swinging into her arse with a whack that filled the room, and her struggling to stay upright, with Rob caressing her arse, feeling her firmness and young soft skin, before withdrawing his hand and spanking her again. Her cunt was tingling now. She sent the photo, but looking at her laptop, wanting a video ready, she found one: ‘cheerleader spanked by football coach’. The arse in the thumbnail was, like hers, firm and young.
A buzz; the text was longer this time. “I want a video of you cumming; no faking it. Wank until you cum hard. If you don’t, the two photo’s you have just sent me go to your mum.”
Tammy replied, “No, send them. I will show her this blackmail text.”
“Really?” the text read. “You want her to know you sent me those two?”
Tammy really didn’t want that at all, but a video! But at the same time, she could not deny how horny this was making her.
“Fine,” she texted back.
Tammy looked for somewhere to position the phone. There was a chest of drawers at the end of her bed that should create an angle for him to see, but it was a little too far away. She played with the zoom on the video and got what she thought was right, then pressed record, before walking to the bed and positioning herself right so she was facing the camera, with her cunt staring down the barrel of the lens. She pressed play on the video on the laptop.
Tammy watched as the girl was bent over a dressing room bench, her arms tied behind her back with a long sock. Tammy’s fingers slid down the sides of her clit into the wet mess that was her pussy. As she brought them back up, she closed them slightly, putting a little pressure on her clit. She was already most of the way to an orgasm–she had been all day–and a moan, quiet but definitely there, fell from her lips, right at the moment the coach lifted the girl’s skirt, revealing her pert, tight arse, a black thong between her cheeks. Tammy found that really easy to imagine as her; she had several black thongs exactly like that, and as the coach pulled them down, she visualised Rob doing that to her.
Tammy’s thumb pressed into her clit as her fingers parted her lips, the sticky mess that they slipped into growing wetter as the thought of Rob’s hand slapping her cheeks filled her mind, even before the coach had spanked the girl. The moan that came now was more audible than before she was getting into it. She watched as the coach slapped a hand hard into the girl’s arse; the shot cut to her screaming out, but Tammy had the volume down. It did not matter, all Tammy saw on screen was her scream as Rob belted her cheeks with his hand.
Tammy closed her eyes, her thumb pressing and rubbing her clit, fingers in her cunt, probing, but her mind had her bent over a bench, naked, Rob slapping her bum, harder and harder. She was crying in her vision, pleading with him to stop, as he relentlessly smacked her cheeks. They were a deep red; her body shook with each strike, the punishment coursing through her. “Oh, Jesus,” she moaned, as the first spasms of an orgasm flowed through her body, she briefly opened her eyes to see the girl getting a paddle across cheeks that were now as red as she was imagining hers. She forced her fingers deeper into herself, bringing her other hand across to rub at her clit hard.
In her mind Rob was now using a paddle exactly like the one in the video; he remorselessly slapped into her bright red arse, tears streaming down her face. She could almost feel the pain of her imagination, the ‘whoop’ noise as each stroke fell. She flinched hard, and pressed her clit; the orgasm was here, and it was every bit as strong as she had expected, after wanting it all day. She felt herself lift her bottom off the bed, like she was presenting her pulsating cunt to the camera for Rob. She moaned breathlessly as she climaxed, shaking and sweating, the image of Rob hurting her still playing in her mind, as she exclaimed, “Fuck, yes!”
Tammy lay on the bed panting for a good few seconds, maybe over a minute, then aware of the video, got up and shut it off. The spanking video on the laptop had finished, too.
Tammy disappeared into her bathroom and freshened up, pulling on her dressing gown on as she returned to the bed. She picked up the phone and quickly edited the video a bit, removing the bit before she lay on the bed and stopping it just after she had cum.
She paused for a moment. Did she really want to send this to Rob? Deep down she was sure he was playing a role for her, and would not really send anything to her Mum, but she was not sure. Then a different thought entered her head: “I want this, though. I want him to punish me, force me, and make me his bitch, unable to escape his depraved use of my body.”
She sent the video, full of a new sense of purpose. She would be used and abused; Rob might not know it yet, but he was going to make her cry.
Several minutes passed and then a text arrived. “I am going to wank to that video now, your panties wrapped around my rock-hard cock. You will get them back covered in my cum. More tasks tomorrow. Good night.”
Tammy was both disgusted and aroused by the text, and as she lay back down on the bed, started to wonder what tomorrow would bring.