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My spanking new look!

I found a unique new way to pay for my surgery...


Published by: Laura Hinton
Published on: 24 November 2011

What could be more boring than a dreary nine-to-five job with no prospects? Nothing, it seemed...which is why I was so fed up.
Since leaving college, I'd gone straight into clerical and data entry-type roles.
But it was modelling and acting that I was really interested in. To get anywhere in that industry though, you had to look the part.
‘Modelling is what I've always really wanted to do,' I grumbled to my mate Dawn, 30, over a heart-to-heart at the pub. ‘But I definitely need bigger boobs.'
If I could just wave a magic wand and transform my 32Bs to DDs, I'd feel much more confident in trying to crack the acting world. I was pretty, slim with blonde hair and big blue eyes, but my bust was letting me down.
‘Well, how much will implants cost?' Dawn asked.
‘At least £5,000,' I sighed.
She raised an eyebrow. ‘Why don't you try my line of work?'
I almost spat out my wine. ‘What, be a dominatrix?! Never!'
The first time she'd told me she worked for a ‘specialist' website I'd been shocked. But as I'd listened, I'd realised her work was funny rather than creepy.
‘Go on...'she teased now. ‘You get paid for beating men up!'
Goodness knows the £50 an hour was tempting, but... ‘I'm far too meek for that,' I insisted. ‘Anyway, Josh would probably kill me!'
That night, as I clambered into bed with Josh, my 25-year-old fiancé, I told him all about my conversation. I thought he'd laugh - instead, he nodded thoughtfully.
‘You could look into it,' he suggested.
‘What?' I cried.
‘Well, as long as you're safe,' he shrugged. ‘I love you as you are, but I know a boob job would make you happier. And that's all I ever want for you.'
We'd been together since college, trusted each other 100 per cent - but I'd never expected this. Perhaps it was only myself I had left to convince?
So I added my picture to the website Dawn worked on. Nobody would be interested in a flat-chested girl anyway...
But straight away, emails flooded into my account on the website. ‘You're gorgeous,' they wrote.
The flattery was a real confidence-booster, but could I take it one step further?
I didn't have much time to think about it. That night the phone rang - it was the lady who ran the website.
‘Your first client is booked for the weekend,' she said, giving me the address of the studio. My hands shook as I wrote it down.
‘What have I done?' I groaned to Josh.
‘You'll be fine,' he assured me. He even helped me order my PVC dress, stockings and stilettos on the internet. ‘I feel dirty,' I whispered.
Josh shook his head. ‘I wouldn't let you go if it was,' he assured me.
Feeling buoyed by his approval, that afternoon I squeezed into the dress once again, and applied a final coat of red lippy.
‘Knock em' dead,' John grinned, popping a kiss on my head.
Marching out of the door, I gave him a twirl as he wolf-whistled. Next stop, the studio.
For my first time, I'd been paired up with Sarah, 27. She was one of the most experienced girls, and noticed my nerves straight away. ‘Don't worry,' she smiled. ‘Just follow my lead.'
I nodded then, out of the corner of my eye, I saw the cameraman. He'd be filming it all. The customers got to take some snaps home with them after the experience. No pressure then...
Heart beating fast, I was introduced to the two guys we'd be ‘entertaining'. As they grinned sheepishly, I was surprised - they looked like, well, normal blokes!
Suddenly, Sarah started barking orders. ‘Get on all fours,' she snapped. ‘I want you to each be a foot stool for us.'
Next thing I knew, I had a 40-year-old man at my feet. Whatever next!
‘Now, fetch me that cane,' Sarah demanded, pouting. ‘I want to whip you senseless.' I was like a rabbit caught in the headlights as I watched them jump up and race over to the instruments, breathless and excited.
‘Y-you've been a bad, bad boy,' I stuttered, finding my voice. ‘Now, umm, bend over!'
Eek! I was spanking a strange man's bottom - and he loved it!
‘Go harder!' Sarah whispered.
As I lashed down again, I couldn't stop wincing... the poor guy's bum was turning bright red.
It didn't make sense to me, but all the moans and groans I was hearing obviously meant the fella was having fun! So, swishing my long blonde hair, I ploughed on.
It was like acting really - for this hour only, I wasn't Toni, the data inputter, I was Toni the demon dominatrix!
After that, I was on a roll. I teased them with my innocent blue eyes, then caned and kicked them in the privates. It must have been agony, but they loved it.
We even got them dolled up in stockings and suspenders. ‘Now beg us to take them off,' I growled.
‘Yes, mistress,' one panted, peeling off the suspenders.
The hour's session flew by. Both guys were red and sore... ‘That was fantastic,' my bloke smiled, handing me £50.
Back home, Josh giggled when I told him what had happened.
‘You can keep on doing it,' he told me, as I dumped my PVC dress for comfy pyjamas. ‘But I can't face seeing those photos. And no beating me up!'
‘I'll leave that for work,' I chuckled, amazed at his open-mindedness. ‘Thank you for being so supportive.'
‘I love you - and that's not the real you,' he smiled.
Since then, the pounds have been rolling in. My family know and are supportive, too.
I've now got an amazing collection of sexy undies, too... latex leggings, stockings and suspenders.
And I admit, it's done wonders for mine and Josh's sex life because I'm more confident - but I keep the whips for work!
So far I've saved around £2,500 - and my job's certainly not boring any more!

Josh, 25, says: ‘I'm happy with what Toni does for a living, as I know its me she's coming home to. It's just a job and she's a really kind person in real life.'


Toni Ward, 24, Sheffield