Kay

Kay

I guess I was a born exhibitionist. I became a cheer leader only because I wanted to show off in front of a lot of people. I had hoped to get really tiny uniforms like the Dallas girls but our school wouldn't go any further than hip hugging mini-skirts and short sweaters so we could show off our flat bellies when we raised our arms up in the air.

My hormones must have really kicked in when I became sixteen as I began to have dreams of hanging naked from the goal posts while the crowd pushed and shoved to feel and pinch me. One dream was really exciting when the whole team took turns fucking me on the fifty yard line as a whole stadium of people cheered them on. You can tell how rich my imagination was since I had not found anyone interesting enough to make love to me and had little idea what it would really feel like. Upon awakening I would realize the idea of fucking twelve boys in a row would be much too much but the thought would keep me horny all day.

Then I met Tim Thompson. His dad owned a few photography stores and had bought this big house in the country that put him in our farming school district.

He was gorgeous and I wanted to meet him so as a cheer- leader I thought it would be all right to ask him if he would be playing football since he had such a strong looking body in his fitted shirts.

"No. I am not big on team sports. I don't like to be tied to a schedule of practice or games when I could be doing something more interesting. I'll bet you are the head cheer leader aren't you?"

"Well yes. How did you know?"

"I didn't need to be much of a detective. You are the best looking girl I have seen in this hick school and the first thing you ask when you see me is if I am going to join the team. Other girls ask my name and where I came from."

I was a little flustered by his abruptness, "I already know your name. I just thought I would ask if you were going to be on the team since you have such an athletic body."

"I am flattered you are interested in my body. I play tennis, Golf, scuba diving, and have a hang glider. No team sports."

I protested, "I am not interested in your body. I just meant.. Oh I don't know what I meant."

"If you aren't interested in my body why are you blushing while you are staring at my crotch?"

"I am not either staring at your crotch! I just look down when I am flustered. You are making me nervous." I was lying, he had a big bulge where his penis would be and I was trying to picture it hard in my mind. Thank God he changed the subject.

"In any event I am interested in your body and it is a good thing. As you may know my father and I are photographers and the principal asked me to take pictures of you and the other cheerleaders for the yearbook. Some of them will be taken at the games but I will shoot you one at a time in my dad's studio. I'll let you know when I am ready for you."

As soon as he finished talking he just walked off down the hall without saying goodbye. I was a little mad at him for his arrogant attitude but at the same time I was really intrigued. All the other boys in school fawned all over me. He appeared totally uninterested in me. My only hope of encouragement was the fact he said he liked my body. Even then I was not sure if he meant he was interested because he liked me or if I was just interesting as a model.

The next weekend he took pictures of us at the game but he didn't bother to shoot when I was working alone. My feelings were getting hurt. The next week he took Jennie to the studio. The next day she ran up to me all excited.

"Kay! Look at my pictures! I look like a movie star. He doesn't just take your picture. Before the photo session he takes you to a salon in the city where they do your hair and make-up. Do you like my hair-do? I didn't know shit about make-up.

"Yes, you look really good. How did the photo session go?"

"Great! Didn't you look at my pictures?"

"No I meant what did you do and how long does it take?"

"Oh a long time. Maybe three hours. He is a real artist he shoots you against a blue screen so he can add different backgrounds later. And he knows all the poses to accentuate your best parts. I was a little stiff the next day because if I couldn't hold a pose the way he wanted he would tie me in it. You know how I can't get clear to the ground on a split. He solved the problem by tying a soft rope around my waist under my skirt and down the crack of my ass to a ring in the floor. When I couldn't high kick high enough to suit him he tied one of my ankles to the ring in the floor and tied the other ankle to a pulley in the ceiling to pull my foot up over my head."

She went silent for a minute and then giggled in embarrassment as she said, "He is really dedicated and forceful. When I couldn't hold a pose he wanted he spanked me."

"Jennie! How could you let him do that?"

"It didn't hurt bad it was just thrilling and kind of sexy. No I am lying, It was fantastically sexy. If he had wanted to I would have fucked his brains out. three hours later I was still so horny I almost fucked poor Tommy into a coma. Tommy couldn't get over the way I was so turned on. I just told him it was just a woman thing he wouldn't understand. He is so dumb he will believe anything I tell him."

"I don't think that sounds sexy. It just sounds painful and makes him look like a sadist. He had better not try that with me." I was lying. I daydreamed all day of being tied up in different poses. I went even further. I was totally naked and he didn't just spank my pantied bottom with his hand. He was using a whip!

To my total disappointment he took Barbie next. Barbie told me that he said she was more agile than Jennie and did not need to be tied for the poses. He did adjust her bra and panties touching her breasts and pussy in the process but he did it so perfunctory she couldn't take offense and when he spanked her when she couldn't stop giggling it didn't hurt really bad and it did stop the giggles.

By now I was really anxious for my turn and everyday was a disappointment as he continued to ignore me except for waves in the hall. By the fifth day I couldn't stand it anymore and asked him when he wanted me to come to the studio.

"I don't know. Maybe never. I have some good shots of you at the games. Did you want individual poses?"

"Oh yes! The pictures you took of Jennie and Barbie are wonderful!"

"Oh you saw them? Did they tell you what they had to do to get just the right pose?"

"Yes they told me all about it. I wouldn't mind."

"I see. They told you about the ropes and the spanking but you still don't mind? Does the prospect scare you, or excite you?"

"Both I guess. I must be awful vain as it is worth almost anything to look as good as they do in their pictures. Just my vanity probably earns a good spanking." I thought that would do it but he just replied, "Well I will look over what I have and if I need more I will get back to you."

Jennie and Barbie made it worse for me by showing me their pictures and asking me to help them decide which would be best for the yearbook.

I was ready to tell him I would pay him to take my picture in any position he wanted when he walked up to me at my locker and said, "I can see where a few shots I took of you could be improved on. Look at these. On this shot where you jumped up in the air and spread your legs your legs could be further apart for a true mid-air split. On this split on the ground it would have been better if your head and shoulders would have been further back to show off your flat belly and full breasts. On this high kick your leg is not straight and could have been higher. I also think we should have some of you doing the back-bend and a cartwheel.

This may take some time. Call your folks and tell them you will be home late."

I didn't have folks as such. My Dad was a lawyer who worked too hard, smoked too much and drank. Three years ago he died in his office of a heart attack. Mom and I were really depressed as he had made all our decisions right down to the clothes we wore. He kept a whip made of leather thongs he would spank us with when we made him mad. He had it hanging on a hook in the bedroom. After he died Mom took it to bed with her and hugged it like a doll till she went to sleep. Our only consolation was the fact that he had left us a trust fund that gave us a check every month. He had left strict orders not to let us have any more money per month so the trust would last as long as we lived. Mom was forced to learn to budget. When we kept going broke before the end of the month she had me spank her if there was no more money in the checking account before the month ended. I thought her moans and sobs were caused by pain but later on I changed my mind.