Brad is just ten now. He is blond and his dad keeps it long. He is a typical fit slender boy who swims and plays soccer. He is lively and still spends some weekends with his 'uncle' Frank and Frank's sons who are now 13 and 11. Brad is a very popular boy and his dad keeps him in check with reglular sessions across the knee. Whilst Brad hates having his bottom smacked by his dad, who is really his uncle, and by Frank, they both get a certain satisfaction from having such an attractive young boy at their mercy. Neither man is too unkind and they always end Brad's smackings when his bottom is red enough and he is crying gently.
It had been nearly a year since I had been to Uncle Frank's friends house to have my photos taken and now I had to go again. Dad told me I should be grateful for the fact that I was so good looking and could earn fees for just having my picture taken. He told me that my good looks had come from my mother, who was a professional model, and my father, his brother, who was a fitness instructor. I did not care. I had had quite enough of being stared at when I had won the 'boy of the year' award two years ago. All the old ladies in the area kept saying how cute I looked in the magazines I appeared in and the posters around the area which had so amused everyone, apart from me.
I was now ten years old and on Saturdays I wanted to be at my friends playing soccer or nintendo. I did not want to spend the day with an old man staring at me down his camera. I was still embarrased about having been smacked the last time I was there.
Today I had to put on my smart shirt and shorts and go with dad to the photographers home on the other side of town. I had complained before we left home but when adad asked me if I wanted a smacked bottom I just pouted and did as I was told. What was worse was that dad put the spatula in a bag and took it to the car saying he may need it later. I just sulked, said nothing, and sat silently in the car. We passed my friends house and I waved at them as they walked down the drive with their football. I felt life was so unfair.
At the photographers a new twist occured. dad agreed that he would return for me at 3.00 o'clock. It was 11.00 now. He bent down and told me that he would keep his mobile on and that if he received a call that I was not doing as I was told he would be back. I knew what that would mean he siad. I did. I did not want to feel the sting of the plastic spatula again. I told him and the photographer that I would be good.
Dad left and I returned to the studio of the man's house with him.
It was hot and I was told to take off my clothes. I asked if I had to and was told that I did and that I was to smile as well. He was paing me good money for the day and I had beeter do my best for him. I felt sick and hated undressing but I did so, my dads warning still fresh in my mind.
The first shots were taken of me lying on my tummy on a soft sheepsin rug. I thought how stupid this was but just thought I would make the most of it. Later I had to sit with my legs crossed holding a rabbit with long floppy ears. Not a toy but the real thing. It was called 'Bouncy' and it kept juming off my lap and running off. The man had to stop taking my photo at each time this happened and started to complain to me. I don't know why. It wasn't me that was not doing as he should. After a while I asked for a drink and he said I could have one later. I asked to go to the bathroom abnd was told no to that as well. I was getting fed up. I could not believe I was not allowed to the bathroom so I stared to fidget and eventalyy was allowed to go. I was allowed to wear my brief as I was led to the bathroom but had to take them aff as soomn as we returned to the hot studio.
I had to get in lots of different poses and was soon allowed a drink of orange and a cookie.
The next set of pictures were 'artistic' I was told. I had to waer a riding hat and hold a short riding crop. I had to face the screen so he could get some shots of my back. He told me I had to hold the crop in different ways, when he tolsd me to hold it in both hands behind me back he seemed plaesed but then started to get angry about the film, or something. I continued to fidget while he complaied about me, the camera., the film and the heating in his studio. I decided that he was beginning to sound like dad before he would smack me, so I stood still and remained facing the screen with my back to him. After a few minutes the man walked over to me.
I made the mistake of saying that the riding hat was hot and could I take it off. He replied that this session was nearly over and to give him the crop. I handed it to him and was told to turn with my back to the camera. I did so.
After a second I felt a line of pain across the middle of my bottom. This grumpy old man had whacked me hard with the crop. It hurt a lot and I cried out. he just told me to stand still while he finished the role of film off. Soi there I was with a thin line of pain on my bottom having it photgrahed by this stranger. I felt indignant.
Then he said the magic words. ''I think we need to call for some assiostance from our dad, Bradley my boy''
I begged him not too and he muttered something and went out of the door.
A few minutes later he returned with a 17 year old who he introduced as his son. ''Ashley is going to help with the next few shots and then we will have linch'', he said. ''If you are good and do as you are told we will not have to call your dad will we?''
''No,'' I replied, sulking. I took off the hat and was allowed to get dressed in my white briefs. Ashley was fully clothed in long baggy levis and thick shirt. His dad told him to take off his shirt and so he was naked apart from his jeans. Ashley kept smirking at me and I looked back in a sulky manner at him, but it was not until he went and picked up the riding crop that I started to worry.
The man told me that the next phots were action shots. In this scene Ashley would play my baby sitterr and I had been a bad boy and was to be ounioshed. He quickly added that I would not actually be hit at all so not to worry. As I climed over the older boys lap I was embarrased. I had only ever been in this position with dad and uncle Frank. I felt Ashley pull down my briefs to below my knees and all the time the camera clicked. Ashley asked his dad if he should begin and was told he could. I felt the crop resting on my bottom and then on my thighs. Later Ashley was told to hold my bottom in his hands and he started to rub me , just like dad did some times before I was spanked.
Later we had lunch. Ashley joined us and I was allowed to put my shorts and shirt on.
As the three of us ate our lunch Ashley suddenly asked his dad if I had done the dresses yet. I had no idea what he was talking about, but I was soon to find out. The man replied that he had quite forgotten about the dresses and told his son that he could go and fetch then as soon as lunch was over.
Within ten minutes I was back in the studio, naked again and kneeling on my hands and knees with a large teddy bear sitting on my back. I had to turn my head and smile at the camera whilst these shots were taken and I felt stupid, like a horse with a teddy riding me. It did not help when Askley walked in to the studio and started to laugh. With that I protested and stood up. I had had enough of this humiliation and wanted to go home. The man told me that I was being a naughty boy and he would phone my dad if I did not get striaght back down. So I did. Ashley then picked up the riding crop and poesd. holding the crop against my naked bottom, though not actually hitting me. Now I was a horse with a large soft teddy riding me and a riding crop held firmly against my bottom. It was hard to keep smiling.
The final photos were the worst. After much protesting and the man actually startiong to dial dads mobile I put the pink girls party dress on, ashley combed my long hair. He was rough with the comb and I started to cry when he scraped my head hard on purpose.
I stood with my back to the camera, holding the dress up high to show my naked bottom and trying hard to smile. Ashley stared at me and his dad clicked away, all the time telling me to smile more.
When dad arrived the man told him I had been quite good and that he would like to see me again the following Saturday. I said nothing but on the journey home dad said he was pleased with me and that the money I had earned would go into my education fund. I was not at all interested and said nothing. He asked me how I had got on at the photographers but I just shrugged and replied ''ok, I guess''
I wondered what would happen the next time and started to think about how I could get out of going.