The Uncooperative Model
Copyright 2002, 2004 by EC
(warnings: F/F paddling, nude photography session, language)
EC's Erotic Art & Fiction - http://www.ecgraphicarts.com/

At the end of her senior year in college, aspiring figure photographer Suzanne 
Foster landed a contract that had the potential to really establish her as a fully 
respected professional in her field.  The contract was offered by a famous artistic 
publisher who was releasing a series of exercise books featuring people working 
out in the nude. There were going to be a total of 10 books in the series, each 
focusing on a different photographer and a different model. Suzanne was 
responsible for taking all the pictures for one book out of the series.

As Suzanne discussed the contract with the publisher, it became evident that the 
he was hoping for the same model that she had used in a previous shoot of figure 
studies in a forest with her friend, Amy Debbs, as the model. That's easy enough, 
replied Suzanne, she's my roommate.

After showing the contracts to her boyfriend Robert to make sure she understood 
them, Suzanne presented the job to her roommate. Amy was excited. Suzanne 
drove home the point that this was a major undertaking. "We're not talking about 
you just strolling around in the woods. This is going to take real effort on your 
part. You might hate me by the time we finish."

Suzanne was genuinely worried. She had to do a good job. She had to have a 
model who understood what was needed, who would work day after day and 
patiently allow over a thousand pictures to be taken only to have about 100 or so 
end up in the book. If Amy were not up to the task, it would wreck their 
friendship and possibly Suzanne's future as a photographer.

The university gym had reduced hours as soon as finals ended, opening up the 
opportunity for Suzanne to use it for the photo shoot. The art department 
chairman arranged for Suzanne to have after-hours access to the workout rooms, 
squash courts, and indoor pool until the end of June. He handed her a master key. 
Suzanne thanked her chairman and immediately headed over to the gym to check 
the lighting.

That night Suzanne and Amy went over to the gym for the first time. Amy left her 
clothes in the locker room. Suzanne stayed dressed because she needed to carry 
her photography supplies around in her pockets. Suzanne explained that Amy 
would actually be working out. "You're not just posing. Your actual daily 
workouts will be during our after-hours sessions."

The experience of entering the empty gym left a strange impression on Amy, 
being alone in a place usually full of people, being nude in a place she normally 
would have to be dressed. Since Amy already had worked out that day, Suzanne 
had to content herself with some shots of Amy in the pool and the sauna. She did 
take some experimental shots of Amy in the workout rooms, just to check the 
lighting. Suzanne was not satisfied with the lighting at all. She would have to 
bring some of her own, which would complicate each night's session. Amy picked 
up on her roommate's anxiety.

Each night Amy and Suzanne entered the empty gym. Amy stripped and went 
through her routine. On Sundays, Tuesdays, and Thursdays she did upper body, 
on Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays she did lower body. She finished in the 
pool. The pool was her favorite part. It was wonderful to be able to swim in the 
large pool without a swimsuit. Suzanne's camera clicked continuously as Amy 
sweat on the machines and weights. Her camera clicked as Amy splashed in the 
pool. Her camera clicked on the racquetball court and the gymnastics room.

Trouble erupted between Amy and Suzanne during the third week of shooting. 
After a while it seemed to Amy that Suzanne was taking the same pictures over 
and over. She did not see the point of taking any more. She became irritated with 
Suzanne's constant tinkering with the lighting. She wanted to spend the hot 
summer evenings outside, not working out.

Suzanne was becoming increasingly convinced that Amy was not putting all of 
her effort into the workouts. It showed in the pictures. Her muscles were not 
tensed. Her face looked too relaxed. She was not sweating enough. Suzanne 
shook her head in frustration as she slapped the latest batch of developed prints on 
her desk. These weren't going to work.

The fight came Thursday night, when a group of classmates from one of Amy's 
summer classes decided to see a movie. Amy left a message on the answering 
machine telling Suzanne that she would skip tonight's workout to go out with the 
others. The tone of the message made clear to Suzanne that Amy's enthusiasm 
was gone. As soon as Amy came through the door Suzanne confronted her. It was 
not the movie, she explained, it was Amy's over-all attitude.

"Look Suzanne, you've taken the same stupid pictures of me over and over. How 
many shots of me doing leg presses do you need? Select your fucking photos 
already and send them in!"

Suzanne tried to explain what she needed and that Amy was not giving it to her. 
Amy rolled her eyes.

"Well, then get a different model! I'm sick of this!"

Panic swept though Suzanne. It was too late to get another model. Amy needed to 
be motivated. Suzanne remembered the story of the caning her professor had 
given her the year before for failing to properly grade some term papers. It 
seemed that they both agreed it helped Amy pull herself together. Suzanne 
decided to try discipline to motivate Amy.

The next morning Suzanne surprised her step-mother by dropping over at her 
father's house. Suzanne explained that she needed the paddle that her father had 
used on her when she was still in middle-school.

"I'll see if I can find it." Suzanne watched while her step-mother rummaged 
through the drawers of the den. Finally she found it at the bottom of a drawer in a 
cabinet. She passed it over to Suzanne. "What do you need it for anyway?"

Suzanne explained about Amy and the photo shoot.

Suzanne glanced down at the paddle in her hands. She had not seen it since she 
was about 14. The implement was 18 inches long, about 4 inches wide, and about 
a quarter of an inch thick. It was strange to hold the paddle that had tormented her 
so much as a young teenager. Suzanne remembered that it had a vicious sting to 
it, but did not bruise the skin very much. She remembered that the marks from the 
paddle never lasted more than a day or two.

Suzanne remembered the evenings bent over her father's desk, her jeans around 
her knees, punished for almost anything that displeased him. She lightly slapped 
the palm of her hand.

Amy, you're gonna get it, thought Suzanne to herself.

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That night in the gym Suzanne had the paddle packed in her photo bag. She 
planned not to use it if Amy's attitude changed. However, that was not likely, 
given the unpleasantness from the previous evening.

Suzanne was right. Amy was sullen and uncooperative from the beginning. She 
rolled her eyes when Suzanne told her to do anything. Finally Suzanne picked up 
her camera bag and a small workout bench. "Amy, I need you to come with me."

Suzanne had nothing to say to Amy. She had explained everything last night. 
Amy had not listened. Suzanne's patience was exhausted.

Amy followed Suzanne into a small spare workout room that currently was 
empty. Suzanne locked the door and set the bench in the middle of the floor. She 
set the camera bag in a corner, unzipped it, and pulled out the paddle. She turned 
to face Amy.

Seeing Suzanne with the paddle in her hand shocked Amy so much that for a 
moment she could not speak. Suzanne was pleased to see Amy's frightened 
expression.

"Amy, last night I explained to you how important this photo shoot is to me." 
Suzanne began quietly. "I explained that what I needed from you was what you 
promised from the beginning, 100% effort on your part, to make the photos 
convincing. You wanted to do this, even after I explained to you what it would 
entail. You told me that it would thrill you to be the model of the shoot that would 
launch my career."

This time Amy said nothing. Suzanne had told her all this last night, but she did 
not have a paddle in her hand while saying it. Suzanne continued with a calm cold 
voice that frightened her roommate.

"I am giving you two choices tonight. Either you can get dressed and walk out of 
here, or you can bend over that bench. If you walk out of here I expect you to 
have your things out of the apartment by this time tomorrow night. You can take 
the pictures that we have done so far out of my work-room. I will have no use for 
them. I won't come back until you and your things are gone. I'll send a check for 
the rest of your rent for this month to Robert's address. I might or might not be 
able to get another model and try to re-do the shoot in time. However, that won't 
be your problem."

"If you bend over that bench, we'll start the shooting all over on Monday. We only 
have four weeks left, which isn't much time. The paddle will stay in my camera 
bag until we're done."

Amy opened her mouth to try to convince Suzanne she would try harder, that she 
was sorry. Suzanne's cold voice interrupted her before she could speak.

"Amy, please don't say anything. Either go to the door or go to the bench. Those 
are your choices."

Amy stood silent. She now realized that she was to blame for this. She had placed 
Suzanne into a desperate situation by not giving her what she needed for the photo 
shoot. This, her first book, was Suzanne's big chance. A book of lackluster photos 
would ruin her prospects for future contracts. Amy knew that Suzanne was such a 
perfectionist that she would risk a breach of contract suit before turning in 
mediocre photos. Amy just wished that she had taken Suzanne more seriously last 
night.

Amy walked over to the bench. With sad eyes she looked over her shoulder to 
Suzanne, waiting for her next instructions.

"Put your hands on the bench, and put your feet about shoulder-width 
apart...Now, arch your back a bit so your butt sticks out."

Once in position, Amy bit her lip. She was nervous about the impending 
punishment, but more than anything else, sad and ashamed that she had let 
Suzanne down. She would not object to Suzanne punishing her; she had brought 
this upon herself.

Suzanne studied the paddle in her hand. She glanced at Amy's waiting bottom. 
She remembered this paddle's role in her own life, slightly less than 10 years ago. 
She remembered the nights bent over her father's desk. She remembered her 
father's long lectures while she waited with her pants down. She remembered her 
step-brother standing in the door of the den, smirking at her, whenever her 
stepmother did not chase him upstairs. She remembered the sharp sting. She 
remembered her step-mother, of all people, trying to comfort her afterwards in the 
kitchen.

Suzanne felt bad about having to punish Amy. There was something about Amy 
that invited a feeling of wanting to protect her. Inwardly Suzanne was grateful 
that Amy had not taken off. Still, she had to go through with this. Amy had 
assured her that she would put all of her effort into the pictures. Instead she had 
wasted three weeks out of the seven that Suzanne would have access to the gym. 
Her attitude, especially during the last two nights, threatened to wreak the entire 
project. Amy seemed not to realize that there was a lot at stake for her as well; 
Suzanne had offered her 50% of her income from the book.

Suzanne placed the paddle against both cheeks of Amy's bottom. She tapped 
Amy's bottom gently and pulled the paddle back. POP! Amy's bottom jiggled. 
Both cheeks turned a light pink. POP! The pink darkened slightly. 
POP!...POP!...POP!...POP!...POP!... Amy's bottom turned slightly darker with 
each swat.

Amy stayed quiet at the beginning. The paddle had a sharp sting to it, somewhat 
lighter than Robert's strap. Amy's eyes filled with tears, more from the 
humiliation of being paddled by her friend than from the actual pain.

Suzanne was not counting the swats. She was not experienced with discipline as 
was Robert. All she had to go on was the memory of her own punishments. 
Suzanne suddenly realized that she needed to time the swats and spread them out. 
She decided to hit Amy on alternate cheeks. POP!... POP!... POP!... POP!... 
POP!... POP!... Amy's bottom was now a deep pink. Suddenly Amy began to cry 
quietly.

After about 20 additional swats it became harder for Suzanne to continue. She 
hated doing this to Amy. She decided to give Amy 10 final swats and then stop.

POP!...POP!...POP!...POP!...POP!...POP!... Amy started to cry louder. The pain 
in her bottom started to make it harder for Amy to stay in position. She struggled 
to keep her bottom out. Her knees began to shake.

Suzanne decided to lay the final four swats across both bottom cheeks. POP!... 
Amy sobbed loudly. POP!... Suddenly she twisted out of position, but before 
Suzanne could say anything, struggled to get her hands back on the bench and her 
feet spread. POP!...POP!... Amy squealed loudly at each of the last two swats.

Suzanne stopped. Amy's bottom was a deep pink. Her bottom cheeks were 
swollen, with faint traces of purple. The punishment had not been all that severe, 
however. Amy's bottom would be fully recovered by Monday. The effect of this 
on her was more psychological than physical.

"Amy, You can get up. I'm done." Suzanne had tears in her own eyes. She had not 
realized how tough this would be on herself.

Amy stood up. Even through her tears she noticed Suzanne's sad expression. She 
hugged Suzanne and cried into her shoulder. The coldness had gone out of 
Suzanne. She hugged her crying roommate hard.

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Amy's physical fitness improved dramatically over the next four weeks. 
Motivated by the shock of having been paddled by Suzanne, and by the 
knowledge that the paddle remained in the camera bag, Amy pushed herself hard 
during her workouts. Her strength increased as a result of the training, her 
muscles became more toned. Sweat poured down her body as Amy did her 
routine. By the end of June Amy could do 10 pull-ups. She could bench press her 
own weight. She could do sit-ups almost non-stop. By the end of the seven weeks 
Amy actually regretted the impending end of the photo shoot and of the 
opportunity to work out in the nude.

Suzanne was pleased as she examined the pictures from the final week of 
shooting. Amy's muscles were visible in all the pictures, her nude body glistening 
with sweat, her face set with a grim, determined expression. The last picture of 
the last day taken of Amy was a portrait in the sauna. The only thing Amy was 
wearing was a wet headband. She was exhausted and sweat poured down her face 
and chest. Amy's eyes, staring straight at the camera, had the same haunting 
expression as Suzanne's first portrait of Amy back in January. Amy and Suzanne 
both realized the quality of the picture as soon as they pulled it out of the 
darkroom. The shot turned out to be even more successful than either could have 
imagined; the publisher chose it as the theme portrait for the entire series.