JENNY By Tommy Part 3 The girl was awake when Tom entered the next morning, a heavy breakfast tray in his hands. Jenny was sitting on the edge of the bed, her face blotchy from a recent bout of crying. "I'll just put this down here" said Tom, placing the tray down on one of the tables. "Smells delicious doesn't it? Eggs, bacon, sausages, toast, some marmalade if you want, and a glass of orange juice." He looked at the girl's miserable expression and laughed. "Oh, did you manage to use the bathroom alright?" Jenny wiped her eyes and nodded. "Yes sir" she replied, her voice almost inaudible. Waking up in the night to discover her hands and ankles tied together had been a terrifying experience, not least due to her urgent need to pee. Somehow she'd managed it, half hobbling, half jumping to the bathroom. Sleep had not come easily after that. Tom quickly opened the metal clip holding the wrist and ankle bands together but decided to leave them on her for the moment. *** "There, feels much better now, I'm sure. Hands on your head, please Jenny! Stand still!" He sat down on the bed and stood the girl in front of him, holding her gently by the waist shaking his head slowly at the sight of her red tear-filled eyes. "Oh Jenny, don't look so sad. You did very well last night, and I'm sure you'll do well again today. We'll finish the photos and videos before you know it, you'll see." He wiped a tear from her cheek. "You know, all you have to do is be a good, obedient little girl and you'll soon be back home." His hands moved down the edge of her night dress to her thighs. Just the right length, he thought to himself. He stroked her smooth skin and smiled. "You really are one of the cleverest girls I've ever used for my videos" he said softly. "I can see you're excellent at gymnastics. Your teacher must be very proud of you!" Jenny didn't answer. To be honest, she was good at gym, despite her not being one of the slimmest girls around. I think after breakfast, we'll do a bit more gym, then go on to something else." Tom's hands inched slowly higher up the back of her thighs and disappeared under the hem of her nightie. Jenny froze. She'd forgotten that she was wearing nothing underneath, and the night dress was awfully short! Tom chuckled. His hands reached the girls bottom and he gave her large firm buttocks a gentle squeeze. Shit, they felt good! "Sir, I… please …! Jenny's voice rose in pitch and she gazed at the man in fear, her eyes pleading with him. Tom saw with delight, that to her credit, the girl remained still and didn't try to stop him as some girls would have done. "Okay Jenny, let's get on shall we?" He stood up and nodded at the table. "Have something to eat, then go get showered. You'll find your knickers and vest on the chair." He looked at the clock. "It's nine o'clock now, so I'll expect to see you in the corner in, say, thirty minutes." Jenny watched him leave. She pulled the hem of her night dress lower, her lips quivering, eyes filling with tears. He'd touched her bare bottom! Actually touched it! So rude! The smell of bacon reached her nostrils and suddenly she felt very hungry. The man had made far too much – hadn't he? The plate was enormous! Nevertheless, after ten minutes, she was surprised to discover that she'd devoured the lot. Having showered, she examined the clothes she had to wear. The tea shirt looked identical to the last one she'd worn, but the knickers were navy blue – just like her school knickers. Here, the similarity ended, as she soon discovered. A glance in the mirror confirmed what she had dreaded. To be honest, they were even worse than the previous pair! Comfortable, yes. But so thin and… just, well, sort of 'sticky'! With dismay, she saw that the front looked just as before, if not even more ugly. She looked quickly at the clock and saw that the man would be returning any minute. He couldn't possibly like her knickers looking like this, could he? No! She had to make herself look more presentable. Pulling the material out of every crevice she could find, both back and front, Jenny made her way to the corner. The door opened. In a split second, she rose on tip-toe and placed her hands on her head. Had to keep the man happy! "Gosh, you were hungry, weren't you!" exclaimed Tom, examining the meager remains on the breakfast tray. "You must have enjoyed it!" He looked at Jenny in the corner and frowned, then chuckled. Oh yes, he understood perfectly! "Come here please!" The girl walked over to where Tom was sitting on the edge of the bed, hands still placed obediently on her head. "Since we'll be doing some schoolgirl CP videos now, I wanted you to wear the navy blue knickers" explained Tom, smiling. I've got a lovely school uniform for you to wear later, but I thought we'd have some more gymnastics just to warm you up" He laughed and patted her tummy. "Don't want you getting fat, do we?" Smiling at the nervous girl, he quickly reached out and gently pulled her knickers up further. "There, much better!" He grinned. Girls looked so much more nicer with a good cameltoe! Pretending not to notice the girl's look of complete anguish, he brusquely stood up and propelled Jenny gently to the large rug. "Okay, a bit of hopping up and down to start with please. Let's get those leg muscles working, shall we?" He clapped encouragingly as she bobbed up and down. "Excellent Jenny. Really good! A few more? Okay." To his immense satisfaction, the navy blue knickers were as good as, if not better, than the red ones. Shame the girl had realized how she looked. Oh well, couldn't be helped. Might as well try and make them look even better. He chuckled and clapped his hands. "Right, now some knee bends. Legs apart! No, more! Good. Now, down as far as you can. Up. Great! See how far down you can go. Come on, bend those knees! This is a great exercise for your leg muscles Jenny! Hard work, isn't it? Now then, when you come up, stretch up and bend backwards as far as you can. That's good for your back muscles as well. Excellent! That's right, carry on!" Eager to please the man, Jenny did as she was told, blissfully unaware that the whole point of the exercise was nothing more than to force her knickers deeper into every crease and crevice. Tom's eyes bulged. Oh fuck! She looked amazing! "Freeze!" Jenny held her position, wobbling slightly as she kept balance, legs wide apart and knees bent. Tom walked round her slowly, taking photos from all angles. He wiped his brow. What an arse! Just begging to be examined, fondled, thrashed and fucked! Shit, just look at that pussy! The knickers were so thin and stretchy, it looked almost as though she was naked, but had simply painted her pussy blue! The material must have been pulled really deep; he could swear that her pussy lips were even being pulled slightly apart! Her little titties, nipples showing cheekily through her thin white tea shirt. "Okay, stand up straight, hands on head!" He smiled at Jenny, pretending to look worried. "I remember yesterday, there was on exercise you weren't happy about." For a few seconds, he scratched his nose, deep in thought. "Ah yes, I remember! It was the one where you lay down and rode a bicycle, then brought your legs back towards your head." He looked at Jenny as a concerned father might gaze upon his little daughter after a fall. "Was that painful?" Jenny shook her head. "No sir, I don't think so." Then she remembered how her knickers had looked, and blushed. Oh, they'd looked terrible! "Hmm, well, best to check, I think" said Tom. He stroked her hair, pulling a small curly strands away from her eyes. He smiled at her reassuringly. "You're doing so well Jenny. I'm really proud of you!" She watched him drag one of the tables away from the wall and unroll a rubber exercise mat on top. What was he going to… "Okay, hop on, young lady!" laughed Tom. "Here, I'll give you a hand." He sat her on the edge and whistled. "Wow, you're a heavy one, aren't you. Must have given you too many sausages!" For a second, there was the flicker of a smile on the girl's face. "There, that's better. This is what the trainers do when they want to check that everything's okay. Here, lie down. Okay. Hands under your hips. Lift. Now, start pedaling that bike!" This was more like it! Tom placed his hands on the edge of the table and watched the girl's sweaty thighs pump up and down only a few inches from his face. He inhaled the sweet aroma emanating from her sweaty skin. Delectable! "Good girl. Any pain?" Tom placed his hand under her right thigh. She had to get used to him touching her! His hand moved lower. "No sir, nothing." "Good. Bring your legs back towards your head now – just like you did last night. Hands under your knees and pull them up to your chest. Great! Does that hurt?" "No sir." "Good. Open your knees as wide as you can and hold them like that for a few minutes. Legs as far back as you can! Great. I want you to stay like this for about five minutes while your muscles get used to it." His hand had slid quietly to her bottom, and he gently pushed her buttocks up. "Does if hurt if I push your hips like this?" Jenny gasped and bit her lip. "No sir." He had his hand on her bottom again! Please make him move it! But the hand stayed where it was, a finger probing, almost imperceptibly, in the mysterious crease between her buttocks. Tom felt intoxicated. What a sight! His right hand supporting the girl's incredibly pert behind, left hand stroking the back of her firm thigh, and directly under him, her delectable plump preteen pussy, every detail perfectly outlined, straining to be free from her thin tight knickers. Jenny saw where his eyes were, and tears came to her eyes as she craned her neck slightly to see. This was awful! Why did these knickers have to show off everything like this? Didn't the man mind? It was just so… "Hey, what's the matter?" Tom looked down at the little girl in concern. His tone softened. "What's wrong Jenny? Come on, tell me." A tear ran down her cheek. It was so embarrassing, but perhaps… perhaps the man didn't realize how it looked. Perhaps….just perhaps if she said, and… Maybe he'd let her pull her knickers out of her… her private part. It did look so awful like that! "I… I mean… can I…I mean, I want to make my knickers better at the front, sir." She sniffed and another tear appeared. "Sorry, I don't understand. What do you mean, 'make them better'?" Tom's voice was quiet and he smiled kindly at the distraught girl. "I mean… well, there…at the front sir." Jenny blushed. Perhaps men just didn't realize about these things. "I mean…my knickers sir.. they're caught…they're sticking into my skin. They just don't look nice like that… I mean…" Tom pretended to suddenly understand. Raising his left hand to help support her legs, he pushed them back a bit further. "Oh, I'm sorry Jenny. You mean just here?" His right hand slid a few inched across her expansive bottom. Very gently, he ran his finger over her pussy. "Is that what you mean?" It was if a bolt of electricity had suddenly hit her. She gasped and let go of her knees, both hands flying to the man's hand, trying to tug it off her. "No! Not there!" A strangled cry rang round the room. "Please! Don't touch me there!" Tom kept his hand where it was and looked down at the girl, mouth open in mock surprise. "Jenny, really! I fail to see what the problem is. Get those hands and legs back where they were, this instant! Otherwise I'll make you stay here an extra week. I'll count to three! One, two…." With a strangled cry, she gripped her legs behind the knees, tears pouring down her face. "That's better" said Tom, trying to sound shocked, yet concerned. He patted her pussy just ever so gently and spoke in a low voice. "Is this what you're worried about, Jenny?" She nodded, biting her lip with embarrassment, blinking furiously as the tears flowed. "Yes sir. But please don't touch me there! Don't put your hand…" To Jenny's horror, his hand stayed where it was. "Oh you silly girl" laughed Tom, shaking his head. His tone changed to that of a teacher addressing a bright but difficult child. "Jenny?" The girl swallowed and looked at him through her tears. "Jenny, how am I supposed to understand the problem if you don't tell me." He felt her soft pussy lips under his hand. Hmm, so nice! "Is it because you don't like the way you can see the shape of your pussy through the knickers?" Jenny's mouth opened in astonishment. How could he use that word? Wasn't it rude? They used it in the playground at school, but she'd never heard a grown-up say it. She nodded. Tom smiled. "Ah, so that's the problem." He looked down at where his hand was. "Yes, they do tend to find their way into all the little cracks and holes, don't they! Especially here!" Tom traced his finger along the deep cleft between her pussy lips. Jenny gasped and her body seemed to jolt as if electrified. "No.. please!" "Just stay still Jenny and let me explain." His finger continued to explore the thin cotton that lay buried in her most private crease. A myriad of emotions flew around Jenny's head. First and foremost, shock and embarrassment, yet, it couldn't be denied that in the background, straining to be noticed was a far more pleasurable feeling. "Please relax Jenny. Just relax! There's nothing wrong with your knickers being like this. Quite the opposite. In fact, I prefer them to be like this. It looks so very sweet. So very nice!" Jenny squeezed her eyes shut, licking the tears that had rolled down to her mouth. How could he do this? Just so horrible! So rude and nasty and…. Too young to fully comprehend, her confusion grew. Yes, she knew how nice it was to rub herself there. So many times she'd played with herself just before going to sleep. But that had been different and… Despite her unease and terror, some deep part of her brain didn't want the man to stop what he was doing. She shook her head. Why…. Why? "Okay Jenny, that's enough. Come on, get up!" Tom helped her off the table, trying not to laugh. Poor kid had been scared and embarrassed, but she'd clearly liked what he'd been doing to her – as they always did! He looked at the time. "Right, now we've got that little problem sorted out, we can make a start." Opening the cupboard door, he withdrew a pile of clothes and handed them to Jenny, grinning at the look on her face. "Go and put these on please. Just a white blouse, light grey sweater and dark grey skirt. Oh, I left some white socks over there on the chair." Jenny scurried off to the bathroom, anxious to hide her blushes for a few minutes. At least she'd be properly dressed now! The skirt looked a bit longer than the flimsy white thing she'd had on yesterday, though still a lot shorter than the sort she normally wore to school. "Ah, very nice! Very nice indeed!" exclaimed Tom as the girl re- appeared. He laughed. "A typical schoolgirl off to class." He pointed to some soft leather shoes he'd placed near the bed. "Try these on. Tell me if they're too small." They were. "Not too worry. These ones should be fine." He handed her another pair. "Great. Comfortable? Good!" He ran his hand down her sweater, smoothing the fabric, then quickly pulled her skirt up a little higher. "That's better." Tom stepped back a pace and nodded. "Excellent! You look very smart. Turn round please." Jenny nervously turned and felt the man take her hands in his. There was a small click. Her hands were locked together. She started to whimper. "Sir, why…." "Sorry Jenny, but I have to secure your hands while we go to the next room. Those are the rules." He smiled. "It's only for a few minutes, then I'll release them and we can start making a few nice videos. We're doing some schoolgirl CP this morning, so you don't actually have to do a lot." Jenny looked puzzled. What videos? Schoolgirl CP? A tear ran down her cheek. "What….what does CP mean sir?" Tom sighed. She'd be finding out soon enough. "Well Jenny, CP stands for corporal punishment." He saw she was none the wiser. "When you're naughty at school, you get punished, yes?" Jenny nodded, not sure where this was going, yet conscious of a growing sense of unease. "These days, the punishments are things like detention, writing lines and so on. But not so long ago, teachers were much stricter and were allowed to use corporal punishment. Naughty girls were spanked and beaten with slippers, canes, in fact, all sorts of things, sometimes on the hand, though more often on the bottom." Jenny felt a cold shiver run down her spine. Mummy had sometimes talked about when she'd been at school. What had she said last month? 'You don't know how lucky you are, Jenny. If I'd done that, I would have got the cane at school, not a silly detention!' She looked at the man, her face pale. "But…but…but you mean that…" Tom laughed. "Yes Jenny. You see, videos showing schoolgirls being punished are very popular. People love them!" A thought suddenly occurred to the frightened girl. Perhaps… "But…but…it's not real in the films, is it sir? I… I mean it's just pretend isn't it… I mean…" He shook his head. "Oh no. They have to be real. That's the whole point." Time was getting on. Ignoring the girl's frightened expression, he guided her out of the door and along a corridor into another chamber. Jenny blinked and looked around her, mouth open in astonishment. Smaller then the other room, it resembled a classroom that had suddenly been visited by a tornado. In one half there were tripods scattered all over the place, video cameras on the wall, on the floor, lights and cables everywhere. The other half however was relatively tidy. A blackboard, posters on the wall, a few old cupboards, and a large teacher's desk facing a few smaller old fashioned desks with fixed benches. It was to one of these small desks that she was guided and made to sit down, Tom first checking that the door had shut correctly before releasing her hands. The desk had an old musty smell and was covered with words that had been scratched into the surface. The bench was quite narrow and it took a few seconds to find a comfortable position. "Lovely old desk, isn't it" said Tom, feeling the old wood. "Must be almost a hundred years old!" He saw how the girl was sitting, and licked his lips. Beautiful! Designed for slightly smaller children, the fixed narrow bench and narrow gap meant that the girl had to sit with her bottom thrust back, a considerable portion of her ample behind overhanging the edge of the bench, creating a most provocative sight! "Well, you may as well get on with some schoolwork while I'm getting everything ready" said Tom, pointing to the thin books on her desk. "Just some simple maths to start with. Should be about right for your age." Jenny stared at the books, her eyes unfocused. What was he going to do? Please not… "Sir?" Her voice shook. "P…please…It…it's not going to hurt, is it? I mean… not really hurt… not really…" Tom switched on another light and turned to face her. Better not scare her too much or she'd be crying for ages! "Listen Jenny, it's got to look real, but of course it won't be too bad. Certainly no more than thousands of schoolgirls got every day at school. Besides, we'll be starting off quite gently." He chuckled. "Who knows? You may enjoy it. Some girls do, you know!" Jenny tried hard to stop the tears from coming again. Every minute brought her closer to the time when she'd be allowed to go home. Perhaps it wouldn't be too bad. A bit like acting? Tom saw her open one of the books and breathed a sigh of relief. He wondered how she would have reacted if he'd told her the truth. As for crying, well, she'd soon be doing plenty of that! "Okay, I think we're ready." He glanced at the cameras near his desk. Yes, everything perfect. Lights at correct angles, cameras pointing where they should. "All I want you to do is carry on working. Keep your eyes on your books. Never look at the cameras. Simply do exactly what I tell you. Don't say anything apart from 'Yes sir' and 'No sir'. He paused. "Lean forward a little more. That's good. Oh, and keep your legs wide apart under the desk!" Jenny felt her heart beating faster. She looked down at the pages in front of her but didn't read. The man was behind her now. What on earth was he filming? Tom moved to the side, then crouched down in front of the desk and pointed the camera underneath. He whistled silently. Oh shit, that was so good! A plump little pussy outlined to perfection by her knickers, in a dark recess between two delicious firm thighs- in glorious technicolor! He straightened up and put the camera down, before walking to his desk. "Jennifer!" His loud voice made the girl jump. "Come here!" The young girl rose slowly and walked towards him, her knees like jelly, lip trembling. The man was still talking in a loud voice, but she was too nervous to listen. Something about being late, first day at school, setting an example? Tom put a chair a few feet in front of his desk and sat down. Very gently, he put his hand on her back and in one fluid movement, guided her down across his lap. "Over you go, girl!" Jenny felt tears starting to flow. She stared at the floor below her head. It looked dusty. The man's legs moved around as he positioned her correctly. She felt her skirt being lifted up over her back. Cool air wafted across her thighs. Silence. "No… please no!" She felt his hand caress her bottom and gasped. A few more words. Why was he talking so much? Tom gazed at the perfectly formed posterior under his hand and groaned as his erection throbbed painfully under the weight of the girl. Bloody amazing! Buttocks like two peach halves, straining hard against her thin knickers. How soft they felt! He patted her bum softly and quickly double checked he was in the right position. Yes, of course. How many times had he done this? How many girls? Two cameras directly in front of them, two on his right, one on a tripod looking slightly down, another on the floor aimed up between the girl's legs. Another on his left, there solely to capture the expressions on the girl's face. Finally, a camera on the ceiling above, capturing a bird's eye view of the whole event. The programmable functions the video cameras possessed were what made them special –at least for Tom. The cameras were all set to zoom slowly in and out, at the same time, over twenty second periods. Since he could see the camera lenses turning, Tom had become quite adept at synchronizing the girls' reactions with the close-up shots, leading to some quite remarkable footage that, after editing, had earned him the reputation, and income, he now enjoyed. "You really are a very naughty girl, Jennifer!" The first slap was quite definitely not what Jenny had been expecting. He'd said 'starting off gently'. The sound echoed around the room. She opened her mouth to scream, but a second hard slap took her breath away. Why had he said 'gently'? Tom sighed with contentment. This was what he loved! Frowning occasionally at the girl's cries, he slowly increased the force of the slaps, timing some of them to coincide with when the cameras were zooming in. The last few landed at the top of her thighs, producing some delightful high-pitched squeals, and leaving her skin a deep rosy pink. "Okay young lady, you may get up." He lifted the distraught girl off his lap and pointed to the wall. "Face the wall, hands on head." He saw the look on her face. Confusion, fear, pain, and … perhaps something else. What? "Or we continue!" Jenny descended back to the real world and ran to the wall. Her bottom felt like it was on fire. Never had she experienced such pain on that part of her body. Yes, Mummy slapped her bum occasionally, but it was just one slap and over in a second. But this! Her tears ran like a river, dripping onto the old concrete floor, each drop stirring up a small cloud of dust. "Good girl! That was very well done." Tom touched her shoulders and kissed the top of her head. "Yes, I bet your bum feels a bit sore, but it'll be as right as rain in a few minutes. We'll do one more video, then stop for a break." It took a while for his words to fully register. Jenny's mouth opened wide, then she looked down at the floor. What had he said? Another one? Her bottom throbbed. He wouldn't…. No! Not again? It would be a different sort of video. Of course! He couldn't….. "Here, drink this!." She took the plastic mug and drained it. Apple juice! She loved apple juice. Tom had his hand on the bulge in his trousers. No more beer tonight. The girl's arse was just begging to be fucked! He checked his watch. The painkillers and tranquillisers in the apple juice should start working in ten minutes. Give her five minutes, and start another video. Then she could have a small break. Just a small break! Had to get her pain threshold higher. A lot higher! With any luck, she'd still be sedated for a while. The first few times had been a steep learning curve for Tom. He still couldn't believe how he'd been so naďve! He'd learned very quickly that little girls have to be handled very carefully indeed. Allow them to get too worked up, too terrified, and they become hysterical, the hysteria, if not controlled immediately, often leading to a state of shock, out of which it proved almost impossible to extract the girl. A constant intake of drugs had been the perfect solution. Tom soon discovered that the secret to an easy life was to keep the girls slightly sedated. In fact, every single meal and drink contained one or more drugs, selected by Tom in order to make the child a bit more manageable. Not too much though! The trick was to keep the dosage as low as possible, just enough to take the edge off their fear. Too much and they ended up looking sleepy – not good for the videos. There was also the chance that they'd guess that he was giving them something, and their anxiety levels would actually increase! Jenny's head felt as if it were floating. She was back at her desk. The man was saying something again. What? She went to him and was placed gently across his lap. Something deep inside told her that this wasn't such a good idea, but her body seemed to accept the fact that it was now horizontal. So sleepy! More words. Something heavy on her bottom. Not the man's hand. No. A gymshoe. Why? Tom bounced the old black plimsoll on her bottom for a few more seconds. Shit! Had he given her too much? Looked like it. Never mind! Time to wake her up! The gym shoe certainly did catch her attention. Tom whacked the old worn plimsoll down hard on her large bottom, holding her tightly as she wriggled and squirmed on his lap, his erection reacting by pushing up even more. Shit, this was nice! He worked his way over the whole of her bum, each slap a little bit harder. Around the edges of her navy blue knickers, Tom saw her lily white skin turning a deep red. He paused, resting the plimsoll on the lower part of her bottom not protected by her navy blue knickers. Jenny tensed, trying to turn her head, tears dropping onto the floor. "N…no.. not there…please not…." Her shrill cries of pain became even louder. The sound of the rubber sole slapping onto bare skin was music to Tom's ears. What a fuss the silly girl was making! Suddenly his hand was stroking her bottom, as if apologizing. Yes, he'd definitely sedated her a little too much, but maybe it had been a good thing. Of course, there was one little part of her body that wouldn't be too affected. Quite the opposite, in fact. Slowly and gently, he caressed her sore buttocks, his finger occasionally tracing her knickers where they disappeared deep in her crack. Each time, his fingers continued a little further. A fingertip descended down between her legs. Ah yes! Jenny's sobbing slowly subsided. Her bottom was throbbing, but.something else was also competing for her attention. Another feeling, not painful. No, not painful at all! A delicious tingle emanated from deep between her legs. Suddenly, realization hit her and her face turned as crimson as her bum. The man was….His hand was….! "N…no…sir…I…I..please…no….please!" Tom laughed as the girl squirmed. He removed his hand, noticing that, even with her knickers on, his finger was already moist.. "Okay Jenny, get up." He helped the girl up and pointed to the wall. "Over there!" Jenny did as he said, thankful that it was over. Hands on her head, she kept her eyes on the wall. She didn't want the man to see her face. His hand had been stroking her…just there…..and it felt… Don't think about it! Too embarrassing! If only she could rub her bottom better. It felt so sore! No, better not move her hands. Only make him angry. Tom removed the memory sticks from the cameras and replaced them with fresh ones. Jenny heard him behind her and didn't murmur as her hands were once again joined together behind her back. "Come on little one. Time for a rest" whispered Tom. She was led out of the room and back to the more congenial bedroom, her spirits rising as they walked in, just happy to be away from that cruel schoolroom. She felt her wrists unclipped. "Let's get that sweater off, shall we? Your skirt as well, please." The words were spoken in a no-nonsense tone. Not exactly happy, yet already used to being only in knickers and vest, Jenny removed them. Her bum was still sore. Tom laughed as she rubbed it. "Okay Jenny, you can have a rest now. I think your bum needs time to recover before the next video. Let's say one and a half hours, shall we? Then we'll have time to do one more before lunch." Jenny swallowed and stared at the man in horror. Another one? She shook her head, eyes filling with tears. "But…but sir! Not another one like that…please!" The room seemed to spin around her. Couldn't be true! Just couldn't! "Please! Not again! It hurts so much..please!" Tom regarded the preteen girl in mock amazement. Shit, she was sexy! Tom could hardly take his eyes off her knickers. That lovely pussy so well outlined. He noticed a small damp patch and grinned. Oh yes, she was quite a little hottie this one! "Nonsense Jenny. What you received was nothing compared to what girls used to get at school. Don't make such a fuss! Besides.." He drew a folded piece of paper from his pocket and examined it. "I have a list here of all the videos we have to make and if you want to leave here as soon as possible, we have to keep to the schedule!" Jenny shook her head slowly, tears cascading down her face. "Please..not the slipper again.. please! So painful..please!" Tom laughed and pushed the sobbing girl gently into the corner. "Hands on head Jenny! On toes…come on! I don't want to have to look at you when you're being silly like this." He checked the list and chuckled. "Besides, the next video is just another spanking, like the first one. Wasn't too bad, was it?" Jenny sniffed loudly, tears running into her mouth. Just his hand? Not the slipper? That had been horrible! Perhaps it wouldn't be too bad. Perhaps.. "But we can't do this video before your bottom is back to normal. That's why we have to wait an hour or so. It would look a bit silly taking your knickers down for a bare-bottom spanking with your bum already red." His words took a few seconds to register. Jenny blinked hard. What? What had he said? B..bare? "B…but sir. I don't…I don't understand" she whined. "Not really on my …on my bare bottom….no! I mean… you won't….please.." "Don't be silly Jenny. It's on the list." He put the paper back in his pocket. "What on earth is wrong with spanking a bare bum? It's perfectly normal. Girls used to have their bare bums spanked all the time." Jenny gazed at the wall, trying hard to pretend this wasn't happening. Normal? Not for her! "Anyway, I'll be back in just over an hour." Tom turned to leave. "Use the loo if you want. Oh, and make sure you wash your face. But the rest of the time, I want you in the corner! Believe me, I'll know if you dare move!" Behind the door, Tom waited and listened to the girl sobbing. Oh well, had to get it out of her system. Now then, a few emails. He rubbed his hands and took a deep breath. What a great start to the day!