The Interview (Part III )   
I still looked plenty frightened when a young, good looking, very happy man
beamed at me. "Hi! I'm Mike. We're going to work together. Have you every
made a movie before? I'm a sadist. (The most adorable looking sadist I've
ever seen!) I've wanted you, since I first saw you in the lobby----So
Innocent, so endearing. Soooooo tell me, why have you left most of the
application blank?........Don't you have a safe word?"

I tried not to look too dumb. Giving him my most beguiling looks---I nodded
"no", the safest answer.

"Good, I like a sub who hands herself over completely in control of her
dom. And I might add you are in good hands. I've been playing since 1982."

He didn't look old enough to be around in 1982. Blond hair, clear skin,
that gave away his youth. His leather fetish was anything but intimidating.
It was too large, too heavy. Must have been his eagerness or bright blue
eyes. He was  like a 10 year old, in an over-the-counter Halloween
custom---about to go trick or treating. He gently pulled on my long
waist-length hair, "You're a looker." He fingered my locket then followed
the line down to my navel. I contracted the row of abdominal muscles I
developed on the girl's swim team. He drew in a quick breathe "No one has
looked this good since Tanya Fox!"

"This is going to be a cinch. I know all the ropes. Just follow my lead. I
like your style, leave everything to me, and just be yourself. I know how
to make a girl look good."

His eagerness was so beguiling. I remember my first boyfriend, in college,
trying to get him to spank me. Another one of my crazy ideas. Those
infuriating light pats! Like I asked him to do something repulsive! He
stoic expression that clearly said "I think you're nuts." The humiliation
when he announced my perversion to all his friends! This was so different.
I slipped my hands into his, and he squeezed for good luck, surprising me
with his warm grasp. His excitement was contagious, I knew he couldn't wait
to get his hands on me.

They had the lights all around us. Shining in my eyes. Heating up my rear
end. Mike flexed and popped a thick black leather strap. As he unbuttoned
and rolled up his sleeves, I noticed how strong his forearms were. "You're
going to love the feel of this." he whispered to me. Those adoring eyes!

People who were normally busy with desk work, piled into the room.
Apparently, I was the grande finale! I looked around the room. Everyone's
eyes were sparkling. Kristina was right! I was the center of attention! I
was scared, but determined to go through with it. My knees felt weak, my
hands trembled, as I watched Mike critically go through, and select out a
wooden paddle. He cracked a few against his calloused palm, then winked at
me, "This one has a good feel!" He sat down at an armless easy chair,
smiled and patted his knee, signaling me to come closer. I felt a twisting
and knot at the pit of my stomach. I know I was doing a lousy job of
looking cool and experienced. He cracked the paddle with a resounding thud
against his leather covered thigh. The sound echoed through the empty hall.
He raised his brow in a threatening fashion---but his eyes still dancing,
and a bemused smile on his lips, "We haven't got all day, young lady!"

I took a deep breathe, closed my eyes, calmed my trembling knees, and
walked over with as much dignity as I could muster. He grabbed my wrist,
and in split second had me across his knee. For a second his palm laid
across my pantied bottom, then his finger traced the inside line of my
thigh. "I'm going to enjoy this so much." He confided in me. Everyone was
hustling about, hot lights were being focused on my face and bottom.

Spank!!Spank!!!Spank!!!! His calloused palm was hard!!! His strong hands
held me pinioned as easily as a child. I had forgotten how strong men were!
I think the wimpiest man is stronger than the strongest woman at our gym.
He used his palm in rapid-fire fashion, creating a frightening crack,
grinning widely as I kicked up my legs.

I was no longer an adult, cloaked in dignity, requiring a certain space and
deference from others. Somehow I had forgone my adult identity. When I
signed the application, I became a plaything, a beautiful spankable bottom,
made to perform, rollick and twist in the most seductive fashion for his
amusement, and the pleasure of those around him. Their flood lights picked
up all the highlights of my bottom, as my muscles contracted. I had no
fat---years of swimming kept my muscles toned and they rippled under my
skin.

The men holding cameras loved it, and they excitedly signaled Mike to go
harder and faster---barely allowing me time to recover between spanks. I
threw back my head and howled, thoroughly frightened. Mike grabbed a
handful of soft curls pulled my head back, while holding my waist as I
kicked violently. He whispered to me breathlessly "You're beautiful! All
these men are jerking off while they film you. This is no screen test! It
will be for real! I told you, you were beautiful enough to make a movie.
That was a warm-up. Now I'm going to spank you until it pleases me to
stop." He ran a calloused thumb under the elastic of my panties, and pulled
them down! The lights felt hot on my bared bottom! I flushed with
embarrassment! Every eye focused on me, everyone dying to be my spanker!

Some one handed Mike a leather paddle--he raised his hand high---I saw a
reflection of ourselves in the mirror! At first I gasped at how white and
shapely my legs looked. Then when I saw his arm raised up, fear shot
through me. I lowered my head, concentrated on relaxing my muscles, so I
could take the blow. The pain was shocking, well distributed over my left
cheek. When he raised his arm to do the other side, my courage began to
cave in. Spank!!!Spank!!! Spank!!!...."Owww Owwwww  Please, it hurts soooo
much!" I was reduced to begging. "Don't spank me sooo hard!" I choked back
tears.

"I love to spank girls. It makes you more pliable. Lose some of that
professional arrogance, you walked into the room with. I'm going to spank
you for a long time. You need it. Lose some of your aristocratic
puritanical snobbery. And when I'm done--- you will just be my toy. You
will crawl over every man's knee here and let them spank your bare butt at
the snap of my fingers."

Very methodically he smacked me alternating cheek to cheek. The sound was
deafening. I could tell from the mirror he was grinning and totally
fascinated with my red soon to be blistered bottom. The force of the blows
sent my bottom in the air, and shook my whole body like a rag doll. Pain
went deep--- but now it was slowly starting to feel pleasurable. I'm light,
only 95 lbs---as helpless as a child across his knee. Except, instead of
being a distasteful disciplinary act, he was growing more and more turned
on--spanking harder and harder to get me to jump. Cameras and eyes turned
approving, and I was truly trapped!

My adult identity dissolved. I was just a child, parading as an adult. I
deserved to be spanked! All those years of arrogance----castrating
female----reducing men to their present eunuch forms. I relaxed my cheeks
and surrendered myself for punishment---tears flowing freely."Owww Owwww"
Pain began to blot out all other thoughts. The unfamiliar deep achiness
scared me. I began to wonder if I would be permanently damaged.

One look in the mirror, and Mike's facial expression of a man engrossed in
serious intent made me realize distraction and dissuasion would be next to
impossible. Now what were those safe words? Something to do with colors? I
began to seriously regret my arrogance in those matters. Straining my
calves to push up on my toes, and wiggling to deflect his blows to less
sensitive spots only seemed to delight him more! A true sadist, he laughed
at my hopeless attempts, my writhing bottom, and choked back tears!

"Please don't hit me so hard." I sobbed. "I'm a novice. I never played
before."

"A novice, my ass! Does a novice lift up her bottom to be spanked in such a
provocative matter? Can a novice pour out her juices in such a shameless
exhibition in front of an entire studio audience?"

"She is truly lovely, Mike. She colors so quickly---almost glows from the
heat." The voice was Kristina's! "You must try my new paddle on her."  She
handed him a thin white wooden paddle riddled with small holes!

I was truly indignant! Never had I had a roomful of men so pointedly ignore
my real tears and pleas for mercy! Forcefully I dropped my head, pulled up
on Mike's trousers and sunk me teeth into his left calf! He was a true
stoic---no cry of pain---but he immediately stood up---dumping me to the
floor.

"Your wish is my command." He deferentially accepted the white paddle from
Kristina, as if she were a queen bestowing her desires upon a knight. He
then picked me off the floor, and bent me over the arm of a couch like a
rag doll. "How many spankings do you think she needs?" He winked at
Kristina.

"Ohhhh...Ten should mark her deliciously!!!" Kristina rolled her tongue
like she was savoring her favorite dessert. "But she deserves much more!"

Mike raised his arm high. I heard a strange whistling sound in the air,
before it hit me with such a forceful blow. Sent me sprawling across the
couch, my bottom hoisted in the air! The paddle was large---spanned both
cheeks----the sting unbearable! A frightening deep achiness followed. I
cried for all I was worth-----and the audience roared with delight, as if I
had done something to deserve this treatment!

Then the tinkle of Kristina's voice cut through everything. "Ohhhhh, Mike.
I know you can do much better. My paddle makes a much better whistling
sound! You must raise it higher and swing it faster. Now don't disappoint
me!"

"Yes, my lady." SPANK!!!!!SPANK!!!!SPANK!!!!!SPANK!!!!!!

"Wahhhhhhhhhhh"

Kristina claps. "Much better, Mike. I love that sound when it lands! By the
way, Don't you think she's a bit histrionic? Carrying on so-----with such a
light spanking!!! You'd think we were killing her. With all her wailing,
she makes us look like villains!! Please, spank her extra hard for putting
on such a shameless act!!!!!"

"As you wish, my lady." SPANK!!!!SPANK!!!!SPANK!!!SPANK!!!!

"Arghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh" I was truly frantic! All I could think of was my
burning butt, and if any one would rescue me. But the cameras were rolling,
and the audience mesmerized and drooling. My courage had collapsed, I had
not one sadist, but a roomful of sadist feeding into one another.

"Ohhhhhh, I love to hear that whistling sound. And those small plump
buttocks bouncing up and down." Kristina batted her long eyelashes, and
looked wistfully up at Mike. "She is still defiant, I can tell. And you
have teeth marks on your calf to prove it. I think you should give her the
hardest spanking you can!"

"Very, well. I shall spank her until you request me to stop."

I clutched my heart, and my head was soaring now. Almost the high you feel
as a skier at the top of a snowy cliff, or a roller coaster at the peak of
free fall. My knuckles dug into the couch, as the blows shook my whole body
helplessly! Mike and Kristina were too engrossed in their own pleasure to
consider me anything other than a 'spanking bottom'! And a roomful of
sadist looked on! My cries and screams invoked no pity. My endorphins had
kicked in, and I was flying higher than a kite now! Mike delivered forceful
blow after blow---with Kristina standing behind him---chiding him if he
lightened up.

I dropped all reserve and cried whole-heartedly. Strangely, all the
heaviness of reserve and control I had built up around me, shed like dead
weight when I let go and cried. I cried for all the hurt I had bottled up
inside of me. I cried for loneliness, cried for adolescent boyfriends long
since gone and forgotten, cried for job stresses and emotions I had to keep
under cool containment so long, I no longer remembered they existed. No
longer remembered, until I felt their pain and achiness again somehow mixed
in the achiness of my muscles, let go and cried, and somehow was healed.

"Ohhhhhh. I just love that whistling sound! I must say, I'm enjoying
playing voyeur more and more. Just watching that beautiful creature, jump
up and down on the couch, begging for mercy, is better than playing myself.
I could watch you two play all day!"

Mike smiled, "Your call, my lady. I will spank her as long, and as hard as
you wish, with any toy you give to me."

"No, we will give her a break." She gently pushed Mike aside, and began to
rub something cool and wet on my bottom. Alcohol, it evaporated, and left a
tingly feeling all over. "Forgive me, my dear, but your bottom is
irresistible." Then she began to give me baby smacks with those little
white hands on my ultra-sensitive bottom. Scolding me me in a high-pitch
silly voice, calling me bad girl over and over again. I was totally
defeated, buried my head into the couch, afraid to move. I received no
sympathy from the audience, who wanted Kristina to turn me back over to
Mike, to finish me off for good.

"My poor darling." Kristina's voice was lulling as she massaged my sore
buttocks. "Are you really a novice? You have all the girls green with envy.
Beautiful skin, and perfect features. We'd all love to be in your place."

I turned around to look at her. She really was a angel. Green eyes and long
curly lashes. Playfully she leaned over and gave me a wet kiss on my lips.

I guess I should tell you, Kristina and I eventually became best friends.
And as for Mike. Welllllll, I never did leave the studio.

The end

FYI, Leilani is every bit as beautiful and well toned from swimming as is
her
heroine.  Her bottom?  C'est magnifique!