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.