'Dear Richard,' my email began. 'Thank you for being very patient with me. I think I like the sound of your projects, but at the moment I am not sure which, if either of them, I would be suitable for. I have been spanked, lightly, in the dim and distant past and it was a turn-on for me. I have no experience of bondage, but as I explained, what I have seen in films like Fifty Shades, intrigues me and turns me on. As we have discussed, I am not looking for any kind of relationship, except as a model, so on that understanding of this being absolutely no strings attached, I would like to be considered for your projects and we can take things from there.'

Richard, of course, replied quickly to confirm things, and he suggested an audition date of 12^th December, which just happened to be the date of the General Election. I agreed and in a subsequent email he sent me a document detailing what I had to bring with me, how I was to dress and what I should expect to happen.

The twelfth of December arrived and I drove the short distance to the address Richard had given me. He opened the door and I was initially surprised to see someone a little older than me. I was wearing a pair of black jeans and a sensible blouse with a bra underneath it. I had been supposed to arrive at exactly nine in the morning but I was inevitably a few minutes late, I always am. If Richard was displeased with my tardiness he didn't show it. I was carrying a small bag with a couple of changes of clothes, as Richard had instructed me. I left the bag in the hall and he ushered me into the living room. He checked my identification I'd brought with me and photocopied my driving licence as it was proof of my age. I was impressed he took this step, it showed a degree of integrity.

"So, Tania, good to see you at last. We've chatted quite a lot on emails, so I know a fair bit about you. Now, you know what this morning has in store for you, are you quite sure you want to go ahead with things?"

"Yes, but I'm not overly keen on the camera just yet. It's something I'd have to get used to I guess."

"Well, yes you would but it's not important for the audition. I would prefer you feel comfortable about things."

"Thank you."

"Okay, well I guess we may as well get started. To begin with I would like to have you stand up and bend over, grab your ankles and spread your legs slightly. Then, as I said in the documents, I would like to give you ten swats with a very flexible slipper I have. They will be quite hard, and are designed to give you an initial flavour of things to come without hurting you unduly. Is that okay."

"Sure, I guess we have to start somewhere."

"Exactly. Now if you would assume the position, my dear."

I stood up from the sofa and faced the wall opposite, bent forward and grasped my lower legs.

"Straighten your legs as much as you can. It will push your bottom up and outwards, making a much better target. Okay, so you will feel the slipper resting on your jeans. I will deliver the strokes slowly and firmly. Try and stay in position and of course, as this is an audition, you can ask me to stop at any time."

"Okay," I shuddered as I felt something hard pressing against my jeans just where they covered my ass. I sensed this was either going to be fun or bloody painful.