By SuperEvil
superevil7@protonmail.com
Copyright 2026 by SuperEvil, all rights reserved
[2,932 words]
* * * * *Part 6
I had never had a real spanking in my life, and now my first one was going to be on film for the whole world to see!
“Let's start with the teacher spanking Angela, and see how the scene
plays out that way. Then we can make adjustments from there." Director
Thomas said. “Rodger, can we have some kind of spanking instrument?”
“Yeah, I think I have something you can use. I'll be right back!” He
ran off, leaving me alone with the cast and crew. They were all staring
at me, waiting for my punishment, and for the chance to see my bare
bottom spanked!
Rodger came back with a small, square wooden
paddle. I had no idea where it had come from. It was like the wardrobe
manager was a wizard, pulling things out of a hat. The female stagehand
had also gone back to retrieve something, and she returned with a chair
that resembled the desks that the extras were sitting in, only there
were no desks or writing surface attached to it. I was made to stand up
front, next to the woman who would play the part of the teacher, and I
watched as Rodger handed over the paddle to the woman. She examined the
paddle, and then, as if I wasn't humiliated enough already, she struck
me in the rear end without warning!
"Hey!" I let out a yelp as the wood collided with my flesh, and I had to hold back my anger.
"Just testing." She told me, a snide smirk on her lips. “Yes, this will
do nicely.” She said to Rodger, and I couldn't help but hate her, just
a little bit. “It makes a nice sound, and leaves a lasting red spot on
her behind, too.” She had hit me so that the whole class of extras
could see the red mark on my bare behind.
"Alright, alright, places everyone!” The director shouted. “Angela, are you ready to try this?”
I turned and stared at him, not quite believing that he was asking me
if I was prepared to be spanked in front of all these people and on
camera. “I guess, sir.” I mumbled, as I took my place. I was in a state
of disbelief.
“Okay, let's go from where the teacher catches them fighting. Action!”
I went back over to where Beverly was seated, and began pulling on her
dress, this time keeping the action limited to pulling it up to her
armpits, and not baring her chest again. This time, I didn’t have to
worry about her bra or any pillows falling away, since she was wearing
a slip. This time, the woman playing the teachers shouted our
characters' names in disbelief, and rushed forward.
"Katerina!" She took hold of my arm, and pulled me away from Beverly.
"What are you doing!?" Then she took notice of Wendy and Sabrina,
crouched down behind the desks near the back of the makeshift
classroom. "And you two are in on this too!? You're in big trouble,
young ladies!"
"We're sorry!" Wendy called, as Sabrina helped her to her feet.
"Bea, Cordelia, what is the meaning of this!? Why have you three put on
such a vulgar display and come to my school house without proper
coverage today!?" She asked, using the names of Wendy and Sandra's
characters. She looked us all up and down, frowning. "You three are
disgusting!"
As the words "You three are disgusting!" echoed
through the room, all the child extras in the classroom turned to stare
at us. Their eyes darted between my completely naked body and Sandra
and Wendy, who were wearing their body socks meant to simulate nudity.
A wave of heat washed over my face as I felt a deep blush spreading
across my cheeks. I had never felt so exposed in my entire life,
standing there completely bare for everyone to see, while my co-stars
at least had some covering. The children's giggles and whispers only
made the humiliation worse, and I could feel their eyes lingering on
every part of my naked body. I felt like I had been caught naked by
everyone for real.
The woman playing the teacher dragged me
over to the chair that the stagehand had brought. Her fingers were
tight around my arm, and I felt like a little kid being dragged to the
principal's office. I stumbled a bit as she pulled me, and I was
worried I might fall flat on my face in front of everyone!
“Bea! Cordelia!” she yelled, her voice booming across the set. “Get up here! Now!”
She let go of me, and then she stomped over to Wendy and Sandra. She
grabbed them both by the ear, and they cried out in pain as she hauled
them over to stand next to me. The whole class was watching us, their
eyes wide, some of them whispering to each other.
Of course,
that was all acting. The teacher really didn't pull on their ears, and
the class had been told to act like they were seeing something
shocking, but it all came across well on the film.
The woman
playing the teacher stood in front of us, her hands on her hips. She
had a look of pure rage and disgust on her face, as if we had done
something truly awful.
“Explain yourselves, now!” she
demanded, her voice sharp. “Why have you come to my school house in
such a state? Why have you exposed yourselves in this way?”
There was dialog I was supposed to say, and we had rehearsed that all
many times, so I just did my best to follow the script, even if I was
having trouble focusing because of my upcoming spanking. (Though
director Thomas would later tell me it just added to my performance).
"Some nasty, perverted boys stole our clothes!" My character shouted at
her. "We swear to ya, miss! We wouldn't have come to school in our
skinnies on our own!" The dialogue written by the director made our
characters out as simple-minded country folks.
“That’s a lie,”
she scoffed. "I know all the boys in town, and not one of them would do
something so perverted! This must have been your idea."
"It wasn't mine!" Sandra shouted, in a very convincing way, in my opinion.
"You believe me, don't you, Miss! We wanted to go home and ask our
mamas and papas for help, but we woulda been late for school! Honest!"
I gave it my best to look sad and convincing.
"We had ta sneak
our ways here with no clothes!" Wendy added, and I even thought I was
starting to see tears in her eyes. But that was just her being a good
actress.
"Humph!" The woman playing the teacher said with a
huff. "Well, I have half a mind to make an example of all three of
you." I already started trembling, knowing what was coming for my
character, and for me in reality!
"Well, what are we supposed
ta do!? We got nothing to wear!" Sandra put her hands on her hips and
glared at her teacher. It was my turn to deliver my next line from the
script.
"Can't ya help us, teacher?! We're only young girls,
and we don't have no place else to turn!" I put everything into it,
giving a little sniffle for added effect.
The teacher actress
stared at me, then at the others, and gave a big, dramatic sigh. "Well,
I don't have anything to lend you three, as you can see." She gestured
to her own outfit. "And I can't have you running around in my school
house naked, exposing your bare, perverted little bodies for everyone
to see."
"But..." I mumbled, trying to continue the scene.
"However," she interrupted, her eye catching mine, "I do know how to
put a little shame into little girls who like to show off. A little
discipline to remind you of your place!" Her eyes darted over to the
chair that Rodger had brought earlier. She walked over to the chair,
turned it around, and then, I saw her taking the wooden paddle from the
top of a bookshelf nearby, where Rodger must have placed it between
takes. I wanted to run. I really wanted to just sprint out of the
studio and never look back! I was frozen to the spot, however. "You,
bend over and hold the seat of the chair!" She pointed at me.
I was trembling, but I had to go along with it. I couldn't imagine how
much worse the humiliation would be if I ruined the scene by refusing.
I shuffled over to the chair and did as she asked, bending over and
held the wooden seat. The pose thrust my bare behind out at everyone,
and my stomach did a flip-flop, just thinking about what everyone was
seeing. I could hear a few muffled snickers behind me. Beverly, that
little witch!
SMACK!
The wooden paddle connected with
my bare bottom! Hard! Just as hard as that 'testing' whack. Even
harder, it felt! I didn't say a word though, holding back a yelp as I
focused my attention on the grain of the wood of the chair I was
holding. I could feel tears welling up in my eyes from the searing
pain, but I would do anything not to cry in front of all these people.
"Humph," the teacher huffed again. "Look at that, everyone, the little tramp has a hard hide! Let's try another!"
SMACK!
She hit me on the other cheek this time! My hands clenched onto the
hard wood of the chair, so tight that my knuckles went white. It took
everything in me not to cry, not to whimper, not to make a peep! I just
held my breath, thinking about anything else! About the party I was
supposed to go to this weekend, the new album I had just got, the cute
pink dress in my closet that my mother wouldn't let me wear. I was
doing a good job, until...
CRACK!
This one hurt the
most! My concentration shattered, my brain short-circuited, and I
couldn't stop it. A sob ripped out of my throat! "Owie! Owwwieeeee!" I
wailed, my tears now running down my face, dripped from my nose! I let
go of the chair to cover my behind, but the teacher quickly put my
hands back into place.
"Now you want to cover yourself, you
hussy!" The teacher actress declared, then she smacked me on the thigh
with her bare hand! It wasn't as hard as the paddle, but it stung!
"Yes! Yes! I'm covering! Please don't hit me again!" I wept, begging.
"That's what the shame feels like when you show your privates to
everyone!" The teacher yelled in my face. "Unfortunately for you,
you've still got six more to go!" She informed me. Six more!?! I had
only taken three! I wasn't sure how many more I would be able to take!
I looked at my director for help, but he just gave me a simple nod! He
was going to let her continue! What had I gotten myself into!?
SMACK!
"AAAHHH!" My cry didn't sound like my character now! It sounded like
Angela Crabtree, the 14-year-old actress, not wanting to be spanked
anymore! Now, however, something else happened. My hips started rocking
in reaction. I could feel them wiggling from side to side all on their
own!
SMACK!
"Oh!" And I let out a long breath! SMACK!
"Ohhh!..." The rocking became even more pronounced! It hurt and burned
so much that I couldn't hold my bottom still! WHACK! "OHHH!" Then I
started to let out little grunts too! WHACK! "Ah!" I could hear
snickering from a few of the child extras again! WHACK! "Uh!" My face
burned even hotter now than my behind! WHACK! "Uuunh!" But I knew I had
gotten through it! Ten spanks!
"Cut! That's great! That's
incredible! Really authentic! Great acting, Angela! I could really feel
your missery from the spanking!" Director Thomas cheered from behind
the camera. But I wasn't acting! Not with all those real tears
streaming down my cheeks.
"Now let's take it from the top! Back to set one with Katerina pulling up the extra's dress." The director told the set.
My eyes went wide! I was going to have to go through another whole
spanking scene! I could see Beverly, Sandra, Wendy, and even the boys
lighting up with glee at the thought of me getting the paddle again. I
just stood there sniffling, trying to get my composure back. To be
honest with you, it felt good to rub my sore bottom. I'd never gotten a
real spanking before today, and I had to say, I'd never want another
one again in my life.
"Aww, is the wittle actress angwy about
getting her behind paddled? You have ten more swats coming, Angela,"
Beverly whispered to me with a smug satisfaction.
"Do we have to?" I whined. I finally found my voice, and I knew it sounded pathetic.
"Angela, we only got the wide shot of the scene. We're going to need to
get close-ups and other angles for the film." The director explained
like I was the one being unprofessional. "The boys have a call for
their next scene in an hour, so we have to get your punishment scene
done as soon as possible." The boys! He was trying to blame this on the
boy's scheduling! Like their scene was some big budget action scene
with lots of explosions! No, they'd get to have their clothes on!
"Does she have to really spank me again?" I begged. "My bottom is
hurting so bad!" I was on the verge of full-on hysterics now. "Can't
she just fake it for the rest of the takes?"
"Angela, we
talked about this. We all agreed to this. This is your punishment." The
director said in that fatherly way that had become so patronizing.
"Besides, I think that pain will lend your acting extra weight for the
next take."
I threw up my hands, feeling completely defeated.
I might as well have raised a white flag! I went back to where I was
supposed to start the scene, sniffling a little, but at least I wasn't
crying like a baby anymore. That stagehand came over, the one who had
dried me down earlier. She was dabbing at my face with makeup, trying
to get me ready for the cameras again.
"Just try not to cry so
much this time," she told me, patting powder under my eyes. "Makeup
runs, and it'll just make a mess of your face for the next take."
You've got to be kidding me! I thought. Easy for her to say! I'd have
liked to see her try getting a real bare-bottom spanking, see if she
didn't cry her eyes out too! I didn't say that out loud, of course. I
just stood there and let her put my makeup back on. I knew better than
to talk back anymore today. It would probably only earn me extra
smacks! And who knew? Maybe she would suggest it to the director! You
just never know on this set anymore.
I wish I could tell you
that was the only spanking scene I had to do that day, but it wasn't.
We ended up doing four takes total, and that meant I got spanked forty
more times! I think after the second take I just lost count of how many
whacks I got with that paddle. My bottom was so sore and red! I could
barely even sit down when it was all over.
My mom came to pick
me up later that day, and boy, did Mr. Thomas get an earful from her!
"Are you kidding me, Franklin?" I heard her yell at him. "Do you know
how hard it was to get the makeup off her butt? You didn't even give us
time to prepare for a spanking scene!" Not once did she ask how I was
feeling. Nope, all she was mad about was not getting a day's notice
like it said in my contract. My private parts were still feeling tingly
from Anthony touching them earlier, and my bottom felt like it was on
fire, but all she worried about were contracts! It stung so bad I had
to lie on my tummy to sleep, and her biggest concern was that my
contract wasn't being abided by!
The worst part of it all was
that they hardly used any of the footage in the finished movie!
Apparently test audiences didn't like a poor little girl getting an
unjustified spanking, no matter how many times Franklyn tried to tell
them my character was a brat. They just felt it was too cruel. So, only
one spank with the paddle to my bottom remains in the film.
Oh, they didn't mind showing everyone my backside sticking out like it
did when I bent over the chair! I swear, you could even see a little
bit of my private parts peeking out between my legs in some of those
shots, and they made sure that was included! But in the actual movie?
The camera slowly pans away from me after that first whack with the
paddle, and looks out a window instead! And all while my real cries are
playing in the background with some sad music getting louder. Those
were real tears I was crying, and they didn't even put them in the
movie!