The Wanderings of Amy
Copyright 2002, 2004 by EC
http://www.ecgraphicarts.com
(Warnings: Adult sex, erotic discipline, public nudity)

Chapter 10 - Photo Shoot

Robert, Amy, and Suzanne spent Thanksgiving together. Robert and Suzanne 
tried, not very successfully, to conceal their relationship from Amy. It didn't 
matter, Amy had it figured out within a few days after Suzanne and Robert fell for 
each other. She still did not understand what on earth Suzanne had in common 
with her father's law partner.

That Thanksgiving was special for each of them, given that each had spent the 
previous Thanksgiving alone. Amy had spent her Thanksgiving in a daze on a 
bus, Robert spent his having dinner alone, and Suzanne spent hers alone in her 
apartment developing photos. None of them could have anticipated the strange 
turn of events that would bring them together a year later.

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Amy's friendship with Wendy developed throughout November and December. 
They went out to a couple of times to movies and met for lunch or coffee almost 
daily. They liked the same music and planned for concerts they wanted to attend 
over the next few months. For Amy, having a person in her life with who she 
could share her interest in music was a nice change from Suzanne, who mostly 
listened to European New Age or Classical music.

During the days immediately following Burnside's party Amy and Wendy pulled 
down their jeans to study each other's welts whenever they met to work on their 
paper. They had a fascination with the experience they had endured together, and 
studying the marks as they slowly faded became part of that shared experience.

Wendy was simply curious to see how long it would take Amy's bottom to heal.  
Amy, however was fascinated by Wendy's bottom as well as by the welts from 
Burnside’s switch. Wendy had been more severely marked than Amy during her 
punishment because Burnside had hit her harder, and also because her skin was 
more delicate. On the first day they got together to study at Amy's apartment, 
Wendy lay on Amy's bed with her jeans and underwear around her ankles, while 
Amy put lotion on Wendy's welts. Amy was fascinated in tracing the marks on 
Wendy's bottom with her fingertips as she gently spread the lotion. Wendy, still 
traumatized by her experience in Burnside’s house, was content to just lie there 
and let Amy do what she wanted.

As Wendy's welts faded and her soft brown skin recovered, Amy remembered 
how fascinated she was watching the beginning of her friend's punishment, seeing 
her bent over, that smooth flesh on her bottom stretched tight as she waited for the 
first stroke of Burnside's switch. Amy had a guilty fantasy; she badly wanted to 
punish Wendy herself. She remembered a time in high school that she and 
Courtney had tried spanking each other and how much fun it had been. Amy 
wanted to have a similar experience with Wendy, nothing severe, but some nice 
sharp smacks on that soft petite bottom of Wendy's. Amy figured that it was just a 
fantasy, since she would have a hard time finding a reason that would convince 
Wendy to submit to a punishment.

Amy's fascination with her friend's body increased the week after Thanksgiving, 
when Wendy realized that Suzanne knew how to give massages. As her 
photography took off, Suzanne had slowly reduced her massage schedule, but she 
still had a few regular clients. Wendy badly wanted a capable massage therapist, 
and offered herself to Suzanne as a model in exchange for massages. Suzanne 
gladly accepted the arrangement. Within minutes Suzanne had some backdrops 
put up on one side of the spare room and Wendy had her clothes off, waiting for 
the photographer's instructions. As Amy helped her roommate put the lighting in 
place she could not keep herself from continuously glancing over at Wendy.

The photo shoot itself was brief, since Suzanne only intended to test the lighting 
on Wendy's body. The only pictures she planned to use would be a couple of 
portraits of Wendy's face. For the figure studies she called to reserve a studio at 
the art department for a more serious shoot for the next day.

Once Suzanne put down her cameras Wendy lay face-up on the massage table. 
Amy watched as Suzanne calmly spread massage oil on her friend's dark skin. 
She worked from the feet up to her neck, then finished with Wendy's arms and 
shoulders before having her turn over. When Suzanne started massaging Wendy's 
bottom, kneading and pressing the soft flesh and the muscles underneath, Amy's 
imagination was fired. She felt her heart pounding in her throat when Suzanne 
finished the massage by lightly slapping Wendy's skin. Suzanne was too involved 
in her work to notice Amy's expression, which was lucky for Amy. Had Suzanne 
realized what her roommate was thinking, she would have ordered her out of the 
room.

The next day Suzanne and Amy prepared the lighting and selected backdrops for 
the studio at the art department. Suzanne had all of her cameras with her and an 
assortment of tripods and flashes. Wendy arrived in a sweatsuit with nothing 
underneath, following Suzanne's instructions to avoid pressure marks from 
underwear or other tight-fitting clothing. She stripped and stepped into the center 
of the room.

Suzanne shot roll after roll of film in different lighting arrangements. She learned 
to her great pleasure that her new model had been a gymnast as a teenager, and 
still had incredible flexibility in her body that Amy did not have. Suzanne was 
able to experiment with Wendy on poses totally different from the ones she had 
taken of Amy. There would be pictures out of this shoot that would sell for sure, 
thought Suzanne.

Suzanne realized that Amy and Wendy were the same height and had the same 
build, the only difference being that Amy's hips were slightly wider and her 
breasts had a slightly different shape. The similarity between Amy and Wendy 
gave the photographer an idea. She decided to do another shoot the next day with 
Wendy and Amy together. They would shave their pubic hair and have the same 
hairstyle, which would make the two models almost mirror images of each other. 
Amy and Wendy agreed immediately and took off to Wendy's hairdresser to agree 
on a hairstyle and cut.

Suzanne decided that not all of the photos of Amy and Wendy would be figure 
shots. That evening the three women went to various clothing stores to buy 
matching outfits, ranging from business attire, to formal dresses, to leather 
jackets, to jean clothing.

Suzanne and her models spent an entire day in the studio. They put on different 
clothes, posed nude together, posed topless, posed bottomless, posed one nude 
and the other fully clothed. They took opposite sides of each other and mirrored 
each other's movements. The shots were excellent and many of them would be 
marketable. Suzanne was very pleased with both of her models.

However, as the day went on Suzanne began to see much greater potential in the 
shoot. She decided that she wanted more from Amy and Wendy. She wanted their 
faces to come alive with intense emotion. She wanted the shoot to be a real 
experience. She wanted to experiment with her two models and do something 
really on the edge. Suzanne decided to reserve the studio for a third day and ask 
the two young women to give her another day out of their lives. "Tomorrow I 
want to do something really intense. We have some excellent energy going here 
and I want to take you two to your limits." Suzanne was all business now. Amy 
and Wendy nerved themselves for what promised to be a difficult, but interesting 
day.

That evening, Suzanne still did not know exactly what she wanted from Amy and 
Wendy. She randomly developed several pictures from the first shoot of Amy and 
Wendy together to see if she could get any ideas from the pictures taken so far. 
One picture she developed was of Wendy and Amy taken from the back. They 
were wearing nothing but matching jean jackets and sneakers. They were holding 
hands, but at the same time pulling away from each other. The muscles in their 
legs and bottoms showed the tension. Suzanne studied their expressions, then 
their bottoms. Suddenly she had an idea. Had Amy and Wendy been spanked, had 
their bottoms been pink and their faces reflecting the emotion of just having been 
punished, this picture would have been shocking indeed.

Suzanne decided that what she really wanted to do for the next day was to spank 
Amy and Wendy during the photo shoot. There was no question that punishment 
would give Amy and Wendy the intensity of emotion that Suzanne wanted. She 
remembered the effect that paddling had on Amy during the exercise photo-shoot 
in June. She approached her roommate with the idea. At first Amy objected.

"Uh, I still don't get it. Why do you want to punish us? We didn't do anything!"

"Amy, it's not about punishment. It's about the intensity of your experience in the 
studio. I want everything from you. I want all of your emotion to come out in 
those pictures. I want to see the fear and nervousness in your eyes come through. I 
want you to be scared about not knowing what's going to happen next. I want the 
pain and passion of your day tomorrow to jump right out at the viewer."

Suzanne was dead serious. Amy knew that she was on to something. Her heart 
pounded. "What are you going to use on us?"

"I still have my father's old paddle, the one I used on you in June. I'll use that." 
Suzanne looked at her roommate. Amy's face was full of concern and worry. 
Suzanne put her hand on Amy's arm. "It would really mean a lot to me if you and 
Wendy could do this. I know it's a lot to ask, especially of Wendy."

Amy sighed. "OK, I'll do it. I'll talk to Wendy and try to get her to go along as 
well. I need you to take me over to her place and drop me off. I need to explain 
this to her in person."

Wendy was surprised to see Amy at her door. As soon as Wendy closed the door 
behind her Amy began: 

"I need to talk to you about the photo shoot tomorrow. It's going to be pretty 
rough."

"I gathered that. What does Suzanne have in mind?"

"She wants to paddle us."

"WHAT?! Why? Is she mad at us?"

"No, not at all. Actually she was real happy with our work today. So much so that 
she wants to take it further. It took me a while to figure out what she wants. The 
way I understand it is that she thinks we are on the edge of something 
really...exciting, I guess. She thinks that if she can somehow give us an extra push 
of emotion her pictures will really be something special."

Wendy shook her head. "No way. I don't want to...It's too much for her to ask."

Amy paused. She had her doubts as well. She put them aside and defended her 
roommate.

"Suzanne is a good photographer. She knows what she's doing. I know that she 
wouldn't ask us to do this for her unless she had a really good reason."

Wendy sighed. "Amy, what exactly did you tell her?"

"I told her that I would do it, and that I would talk to you about it. Look, I'm 
nervous too. The only thing that I can tell you is that she used that paddle on me 
back in June. It hurts, but it's not as bad as what we got from Burnside."

Wendy was silent for a long time. Finally she sighed again and looked at Amy 
nervously. "Alright. I just hope it's worth it."

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The next day Suzanne, loaded down with her photographic equipment, led her 
two models, who were loaded down with suitcases of clothing, back into the art 
department studio for a third day of shooting. She quickly turned up the heat in 
the studio and started laying out her supplies and cameras. She snapped at Amy 
and Wendy to unpack their suitcases and systematically lay out their clothing for 
quick changes.

Suzanne became a different person during a photo shoot, especially one in a 
studio. Amy was amazed that the dominating, no-nonsense photographer in the art 
department was the same person who just a few days before had driven her to 
Detroit and knelt with her in an ally.

Suzanne decided to use a white backdrop for most of the photos. She planned to 
experiment with other colors and designs, but would mostly stick with white. She 
checked the other backdrops, then turned her attention to the lighting. Amy and 
Wendy, wearing sweatsuits, stood together watching Suzanne move about the 
room.

Suzanne suddenly left the studio and returned with a small wooden stool. She 
reached in her camera bag and pulled out the paddle. She placed it on the stool. 
Amy and Wendy exchanged glances. Both were visibly nervous.

Suzanne turned to face her two models "OK. Wendy, Amy, drop your sweats and 
move to the center of the room."

Amy and Wendy complied. The nervous tension in their eyes pleased the 
photographer; this was what she wanted. She shot a couple of close-up shots of 
her models' faces, then backed off for the poses. The close-up shots would work 
for sure, thought Suzanne. There was an intensity in the eyes of her subjects that 
was lacking the previous day.

Suddenly Suzanne ordered Amy and Wendy to the stool. "Wendy, pick up the 
paddle. Look at me." Suzanne took another series of close-up portraits of Wendy. 
"Wendy, hand the paddle to Amy, put your hands on the stool and spread your 
feet a little. Please try not to cry."

Suzanne snapped more pictures of Wendy once she was in position. Wendy 
looked back at Suzanne with a sad, nervous expression. Amy suddenly felt 
incredibly aroused, seeing Wendy's body once again bent over for punishment. 
Suzanne took the paddle from Amy, and swatted Wendy hard 10 times. The loud 
pops reverberated in the room.

"Amy, your turn." Wendy's eyes had tears in them, but she managed not to cry as 
she stepped aside for Amy. Amy placed her hands on the stool.

"Amy, look back at me." Suzanne's camera snapped a couple of times. Suddenly 
Amy felt the sharp sting of the first swat. Amy bit her lip against the pain. Like 
Wendy, Suzanne swatted her hard 10 times. Suzanne snapped two pictures of 
Amy still bent over.

Quickly Suzanne ordered Wendy and Amy back to the center of the room, for a 
long series of dual poses. She had been right, there was an intensity of emotion 
that was not in the pictures from yesterday. Suzanne knew that the pink color on 
Amy's bottom and the pinkish tone on the brown skin of Wendy's bottom would 
add shock value to the pictures.

Suzanne was now ready to re-do the jean jacket shots. She ordered Wendy and 
Amy back to the stool. She wanted more color on her models' bottoms for the 
next series. The two girls exchanged a glance of nervousness and fear that 
Suzanne just happened to catch with her camera.

Once again, Wendy took 15 hard swats on her bottom. This time it was even 
harder for her not to cry, but she managed to stay quiet. It was Amy's turn. Again 
came the sharp sting. It was worse this time, having the 15 new swats laid on top 
of the first 10.

Quickly Suzanne ordered Amy and Wendy to get their jean jackets and tennis 
shoes on. She re-posed all the shots from the previous day with the jackets, 
including the one that gave her this idea in the first place. As Amy and Wendy 
pulled against each other, their teary eyes and nervous faces, as well as their pink 
bottoms, exhilarated Suzanne. She ordered her models to clasp their hands and 
press together, front to front and stare straight into the camera. Amy felt Wendy's 
bare thighs against her own.

Suddenly Suzanne ordered the models to put on their matching business outfits. 
As Amy and Wendy posed fully dressed the only evidence of their pain and 
emotional turmoil was in their faces, but it was clearly present. Suzanne then 
ordered Amy to strip again but for Wendy to stay dressed. She handed the paddle 
to Wendy and ordered Amy to move to the center of the room and to bend over 
with her hands on her ankles. She positioned Wendy and took a couple of 
preliminary shots from different angles.

"Wendy, I want you to start paddling Amy. Go slowly and take your time 
between the swats. Amy, please keep your eyes on me."

Wendy hit Amy almost as hard as Suzanne had, laying a third set of paddle swats 
on top of the first two sets. This time the stinging was almost unbearable. Amy 
struggled not to cry. Suzanne was fired up, taking pictures with two different 
cameras. She did not tell Wendy to stop paddling until Amy had taken 20 hard 
swats. It took all of Amy's internal strength to stay quiet.

Suzanne quickly switched rolls of film. "Amy, Wendy, stand face to face. Hold 
hands and look at me."

Tears were rolling down Amy's cheeks. They both looked into Suzanne's camera. 
Suzanne took several shots.

"Put your arms around each other. Hug and make up." Amy's face, full of tears, 
came closer to Wendy's intense wide-eyed expression. Suzanne snapped some 
close up portraits then stepped back to snap some shots of the contrast between 
Amy's naked body and Wendy's business attire. Suzanne then ordered Wendy to 
change into a formal dress for another set of poses with Amy still naked. Suzanne 
re-took all the pictures with Wendy dressed differently. The dress gave the new 
pictures an entirely different mood than the ones with the business suit. Suzanne 
had Wendy change yet again, this time into jeans and a leather jacket. She re-took 
all the poses yet again in this new variation of Wendy's attire.

Suzanne moved a wooden chair into the center of the room. She ordered Wendy 
to sit down and Amy to go across Wendy's lap. She switched to a high-speed 
camera. "Start spanking Amy. Put some force into it." Once again loud slaps rang 
through the studio. Suzanne quickly moved about her two models, taking dozens 
of pictures.

Amy struggled yet again not to cry. Wendy was not showing her any mercy, 
which of course, was what Suzanne wanted. Wendy had become as enthralled 
with the session as had Suzanne. Wendy was not spanking Amy full force, but 
instead with calculated precision to maximize the effectiveness of the swats. 
Wendy's eyes met Suzanne's camera. Suzanne had found her moment with her 
model. She took several close-up shots of the intense expression in Wendy's face.

Reluctantly Suzanne broke the spell with Wendy. She ordered Wendy to let Amy 
up. Wendy stopped spanking Amy, although it was clear that she wanted to 
continue. Amy struggled to her feet, trying with all her effort not to cry. Through 
her teary eyes Amy gave Wendy a hurt look, which Suzanne was able to capture 
on film.

Suzanne handed Amy her jean jacket. With trembling hands Amy managed to put 
it on and close the buttons. Suzanne ordered Amy to turn her back to the camera 
but then look over her shoulder. Amy's red bottom contrasted with the dark blue 
denim of the jacket. Amy was still hurt that Wendy could have spanked her so 
hard over the three paddlings she had already received. That hurt in her eyes 
became the focus of the next series of shots. Suzanne had found her moment with 
Amy.

Suzanne shot a couple more rolls of film on facial and figure shots of Amy and 
Wendy, but she already had what she wanted. She briefly thought about having 
Wendy and Amy switch places, but she realized that the moment to do that had 
passed and that the shots would not be as good as the ones she already had taken. 
Thus Wendy was spared any further punishment and Amy never got the chance 
that day to get even with her.

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While Amy and Wendy studied for their finals, Suzanne spent days in the 
darkroom developing the photos. These were good, she thought. Suzanne had 
been pleased with the pictures from the first day of Amy and Wendy together, but 
the first day's shots were nothing in comparison to the shots from the second day. 
Suzanne showed some of the better pictures to her models, who were amazed that 
they had actually been the subjects of the photos. Suzanne, in her usual way of 
dealing with her best subjects, offered them half of the income from the shoot, 
this time to be split evenly between Amy and Wendy.

Suzanne quickly asked Wendy and Amy to sign model releases and visited her 
publisher with the complete set of photos from both days of shooting. Suzanne's 
editor looked through the pictures in silence. The pictures impressed him, 
something that clearly showed in his face. He called two assistants to have a look, 
as Suzanne sat nervously watching. No one said anything, but every so often the 
editor exchanged glances with the two assistants as they nodded. He dismissed 
them, folded his hands on his desk, and looked at Suzanne.

"Suzanne, do you realize what you have here?"

"Not really. I shot all these without much of a plan. I wasn't sure how they would 
turn out."

"Well, the way they turned out is going to put you in the same league as the top 
group of photographers in New York. These are going to be controversial. I got to 
warn you about that. I'll take as much of the heat as possible, but you are going to 
get some as well."

"I...don't understand."

"I'm going to give this collection top billing. It has tremendous shock value. What 
I like about the pictures is that you weren't trying for shock value, but it's there, 
plain as day. I'd be neglecting my responsibilities to this company if I passed up 
the opportunity to market your work to its fullest potential." The editor paused, 
then continued. "One question, just out of curiosity; you actually punished the two 
models? That wasn't make-up?"

"Yes. I wanted to get all of their emotion out onto film, and couldn't think of how 
else to do it. The idea to spank them hit me at the end of the first night of 
shooting, because I wanted to push them to their limits. Besides, I wouldn't use 
make-up for something like that. You can tell the difference."

"Well, you succeeded. You got just the right amount of emotion in the pictures. 
As for the controversy over what you did, it'll be there. It's there for every 
collection of this class."

Suzanne and her editor spent the next several hours going over the photos to be 
published. Suzanne was still a bit astounded by her editor's enthusiasm, and more 
so by seeing how many of the pictures he wanted in the book. He separated some 
others for promotional purposes, and still others for submission to magazines.

Suzanne was even more surprised when she finally saw the draft of her contract. 
She realized that she had been quite generous with Amy and Wendy. The money 
that each of them could expect from this shoot would easily put them through 
college and graduate school.

"Suzanne, your boyfriend is a lawyer, right?" She nodded. "Show this contract to 
him. Talk it over. I want to make sure you are completely satisfied with it."