A Red Sunset

Silence.

All six eyes on me.

Even Rachel lost interest in pawing Bonnie for a moment.

“But… Do I have to really say this? You’re not a model!” Anna-Marie nearly shouted, in her frustration.

“What? I need some qualification for you to take a picture of me?”

Anna-Marie really didn’t know how to handle this. She leaned in closer to me, hoping to talk me down.

“This is insane. You know that, right? You don’t look like a model, you’re not wearing the right clothes… What would Gretchen say?” she whispered, hoping to leave the models out of this dispute.

“I don’t look like a model? Yeah, I know. You don’t need to shoot my face. Just my body. Just so that the reader understands that a man has entered the picture. And what’s wrong with my suit? It works fine.” I was wearing one of the few good suits that I had, because I anticipated doing this today. “And as for Gretchen… Who cares? I’m the new editor soon. What I say goes.”

“I really don’t… feel comfortable with this.”

“Well, guess what. You need to understand something. I have a plan for the final part of this shoot. And I consider it to be pure art.”

That word triggered something inside Anna-Marie. Her trait.

“W-What?”

“That’s right. What I’m about to do, will be pure art. And you are going to be shooting that pure art with that camera. Just film everything. Understand?”

Anna-Marie blinked a few times. It was like something was changing inside her.

“Y-Yes. Art. This is art.” (ANNA-MARIE: +3SP) (+39SP) She wasn’t exactly smiling, but there was a sort of weird… enthusiasm happening on her face now.

She was a believer.

If the trait worked the way I hoped it would, she wouldn’t stop me from doing my thing anymore.

After all this setup, could I really start doing what I had dreamt of doing for a week now? No, I had been dreaming about something like this for years now. All those endless model shoots, my masturbatory fantasies…

Rachel was giving me an interesting look. She didn’t know how to make of this twist. Would things get more or less fun for her?

I was about to start answering that question, but then Alexa walked in from the dressing room. Her face was even more crimson red than before. Most likely from the futile attempts at getting off.

I wonder how **** she was?

“Alright, Alexa. Come here. There’s a new plot twist, and you’re just in time.”

I stepped on the photostage and signaled Alexa to follow. She did, although she kept her distance from both me and Rachel.

“First of all, let’s get all three of you on the sofa.”

Awkwardly, all three models started gathering on the sofa. Rachel was of course sitting in the middle, and wasted no time putting an arm around each gal. Alexa tried to take it off, but Rachel kept placing it back on her body. Anna-Marie was taking pictures already.

“Now. I’m going to be joining the shoot.”

“What?” Alexa asked, looking truly confused.

“That’s right. In fact, I have just entered the house. I’m the principal of your christian college. And I’m known to be very, very strict.”

“Just how strict?” Rachel asked, looking less enthused.

“I’m afraid I’m going to have to hand out some discipline to some sinning lesbians,” I said menacingly, with a gleam in my eyes. It was hard to hide my excitement.

Rachel got up.

“You know what? This is getting too weird for me. I don’t need this.”

She actually started walking away from the sofa.

“Excuse me?” I asked, getting in her way.

“Yeah, when I agreed to this, Anna here said I’d be working with two other female models. I’m not that interested to find out what sick plans a man like you has in mind. I don’t need this job that bad.” Anna-Marie didn’t stop taking photos, even though we were just arguing. She was completely in her zone.

So she was planning to bail out? Had her fun already and ready to diss the party when it was time to pay the participant fee?

I could’ve started arguing about her contracts, saying stuff that we’ll sue her or whatever, but I didn’t feel like doing that anymore. I had talked enough already, everything was set up for me now.

Rachel was about go past me, before I grabbed her, and flinged her all the way back to the sofa. She nearly hit Alexa and Bonnie, who luckily got out of the way just in time.

To say Rachel was irate… No, she was probably more shocked.

Nobody had ever treated her this way.

Anna-Marie didn’t stop taking pictures for one moment. I think I had full confidence in her trait now.

“…What… How FUCKING DARE you lay your hands on ME! I’M GOING TO-“

She got up and in my face fast. I just grabbed her mouth and covered it with my hand.

“MMMFFFF!”

“You need more discipline than anyone here, you sinful little girl.”

Her eyes went wide, and she tried punching me. It was a feeble effort, that I easily stopped with my other hand. Remembering what happened to me with Ulla in the elevator, I quickly dragged her to the sofa before she had a good chance to kick me in the dick. I maneuvered myself to the middle of the empty sofa and pulled her to lay across my lap. From this position it was hard for her to do anything, and I grabbed both of her hands with my other hand.

I finally got a look at Bonnie and Alexa. Yes, they were terrified about what had just happened, but neither of them was running away. Rachel was still shaking and trying to get out of my grip, but I was easily more powerful than her.

“Isn’t she a good model? Doing everything to make this scene more realistic?”

I looked at Alexa and Bonnie. I don’t think they were buying my bullshit, but… It’s like they didn’t mind seeing Rachel in this predicament.

“Anna-Marie, go get the rope you brought.”

“Rope?” She finally looked up from her camera.

“Yeah, I’m gonna do some art with it.”

“O-Oh, of course!” (ANNA-MARIE: +2SP) (+41SP)

Anna-Marie was practically running to the dressing room. Meanwhile, I tried to hold Rachel down. She couldn’t really kick me, although she was trying her damnest. Bonnie and Alexa kept glancing at each other, neither of them sure what was the best course of action here.

Anna-Marie came back fast, with a lengthy, thick rope in her hands.

“Help me tie up her hands and legs.”

And Anna-Marie did. In fact, it was almost like she didn’t have any qualms about it.

Soon Rachel’s legs and arms were fully tied. Anna-Marie returned to her camera. I finally dared to move my other hand from Rachel’s mouth.

“YOU MOTHERFUCKER! YOU’RE DEAD! YOU’RE SO DEAD! I’M GOING TO BURY THIS COMPANY, I-“

A cold terror swept over Rachel, as she felt my hand on her ass.

“What are you doing? Remove your bloody hand from my ass RIGHT NOW!”

Instead, I just pulled down her school skirt.

Her bare ass was fully visible. It was in front of Bonnie’s eyes, Alexa’s eyes, and Anna-Marie’s camera. Anna-Marie moved so she had a better shot of her naked ass.

“What ARE YOU DOING! PULL THE SKIRT BACK UP! I’LL SUE! I’LL-“

SPANK!

I spanked her buttcheeks as hard as I could.

That quieted her.

What would anybody even say to that?

Here I was spanking a fully grown adult, a sexy model, in front of her peers while the photographer kept taking pictures of her reddening ass.

Alexa and Bonnie were just slack-jawed.

“Did… Did you just spank me?” There was almost a childlike innocence in Rachel’s voice now.

“You’re a bad girl. And you need to repent for your sins.”

SPANK!

Spank number two. This time she cried out.

Also, she was breathing a bit harder. I mean she had to. She had the same trait as Alexa, and Anna-Marie was taking beyond explicit and humiliating photos of her ass right now. In fact, I could start feeling her bodyheat. The girl was burning up.

“Repent!”

SPANK!

“Ow ow ow! Stop! Stop! STOP!”

“Repent your sins!”

SPANK!

“No! Stop! You… f-fucking lunatic… I…” her breathing was getting shorter and shorter. I think I could start to see some moisture forming on her pussy lips. In this lighting the camera was probably getting it eternalized beautifully.

“Repent, you wicked girl!”

SPANK!

“Help! Somebody! You! Anna! Call the police!”

Anna-Marie didn’t even react to Rachel’s words. She was just finding new and exciting angles from where to shoot Rachel’s red ass and dripping pussy.

“Repent in front of God!”

SPANK!

“Stop it! Stop… sp-spanking my ass you… fucking lu-lunatic! Hey you, get the police!”

Rachel looked pleadingly at Alexa.

Alexa… started grinning.

Yes, she was grinning at her fellow model getting the spanking she truly deserved.

Rachel couldn’t believe it. The tables had turned.

“Repent or I’m going to have to spank your ass raw, little lady!”

SPANK! SPANK!

I gave her two, harder spanks, almost simultaneously. On both of her cheeks. It was almost like I was playing bongos on her buttcheeks.

“OWAAAAH…! NGH!” That cry of pain was a lot more sexual than you’d think. “…You! The …q-quiet chick! Call the police! NOW NOW NOW!”

That actually worked on Bonnie. I guess she was used to getting ordered around, and almost started sprinting to the dressing room.

“Bonnie, hold that pose.”

Bonnie stopped moving. She was stuck on running position.

“What… the… fuck?” Rachel couldn’t believe her eyes.

SPANK! SPANK! SPANK!

“AAAAAAH! AAAH! NGH! AAAH!”

Rachel couldn’t hide it anymore. Each of my spanks didn’t make her scream in pain, but in pure sexual pleasure. Her moan sounded like a cat in heat. She could pretend all she wanted, but this experience was hardwiring the pleasure center in her brain all anew.

“Repent! Repent! Repent!”

SPANK! SPANK! SPANK!

“AAAH! AAAAAAAH! AAAAAAAAHH!!!!”

She was about to cum. Just from spanking and exposure to the camera.

But I wanted her to repent.

So I wound up my hand, and gave both of her sore cheeks the hardest spank I could muster.

SPANK!!!!!

“I REPENT! I’M SORRY SIR I’M SORRY SIR I’m sorry sir i’m sorry sirrrrr….” (RACHEL: +15SP) (+23SP) She pleaded, losing all of her strength and dropping her head on the sofa.

Finally. Although not enough for an orgasm lock yet.

Then again…

This was a pretty shocking experience for her, what if it ended a lot more nicer? It could make her a lot more pliable in the future.

Yeah, in this case, it was probably better if she came.

“Good girl. Let’s get you on the road to redemption.”

I shoved my fingers in her cunt. Rachel gasped. Alexa gasped.

I flicked her bean with my other hand roughly, and sawed in and out of her extremely well-lubricated pussyhole. Rachel was now screaming the strangest British cursewords I’ve ever heard in a higher and higher-pitched voice as I easily brought her to full completion.

She came.

All of her liquids spurted on the sofa.

And there was Anna-Marie. Now getting **** closeups of her squirts.

“Brilliant. Genius. Groundbreaking,” I heard her muttering to herself.

I patted Rachel on her head as she spasmed out all that orgasm juice that was locked up in her cunt for who knows how long.

Bonnie was still holding her position. I don’t think anyone was noticing how weird that was. Alexa couldn’t believe her eyes at what just happened. But she didn’t run away. Maybe the picture I took of her in the bathroom was holding her down, maybe she couldn’t deny the heat she was feeling… I really thinks she wanted to go back to the bathroom and finish the job now that she had more material in her spank bank.

But I had other plans.

“Alright, everyone, let’s get to the final scene.”