The photographers and the schoolgirl

Soon after the cruel housemaster scene with EJ, I played another dislikeable character in a scene with The Hunter and our willing victim, Bambi.

I’d placed an advert in the window of the local post office:

Rosemary – or Rose, for short – had spotted it with a friend, Francesca. The latter had decided to give it a try, and Rose was now following in her footsteps. We welcomed her into the house; made her feel welcome, explained that photography was our hobby; told her she was pretty. Offered her a glass of wine – even though, strictly speaking, she wasn’t old enough to be drinking. And all the time, snapped away as she posed – relatively relaxed – in her school uniform.

We then took her through to the study, where she looked surprised to find an old-fashioned desk and a selection of school canes. “Props,” we explained, and encouraged her to pose with them. But before long, she was proving unwilling to follow our instructions; it was determined that the cane needed using for real; the photographs became more revealing as we inspected her marks. She protested; the mood darkened.

We led her upstairs, and there she was duly humiliated as the camera continued to snap. Forced to strip; tied to the bed; intimately abused; strapped severely. And then, when we were finished with her, she was allowed to dress and was sent on her way – warned not to tell anyone what had happened, unless she wanted us to send the photographs to her family and school, and publish them online.

Oh, how evilly abusive I felt. And oh what a fun scene it was! But no, I won’t be publishing the photos – thank you for asking!