A Blushes Girl’s First Job

From Blushes 25, a behind-the-scenes piece with the girl I will always think of as Sharon Smithfield. I can’t quite put my finger on the story this shoot relates to, although it looks familiar. Any ideas?

A full commentary would be redundant; it will be sufficient if you know that there is an all-male ‘crew’ of five there to shoot a sequence in which Tracey is to play the part of a first-year student opposite a man whose role is that of lefty lecturer with licentious notions about girl students and discipline.

It has been mentioned to Tracey that for the sake of ‘realism’ it may be necessary actually to apply palm to bottom or cane to buttock — ‘Nothing to worry about, sweetheart. Just enough to make it look ‘real’ — that’s quite important you know.’ This information, dropped into the conversation dismissively, has, of course, begun to play on Tracey’s mind; she breezes about putting over an act of careless gaiety, but one can tell, you know.

Eventually, as the set is prepared and lights put up, she has to ask; Does it actually have to be — you know, too hard?’ ‘No, no — we just need the hint of a few cane marks. If they’re not good enough we’ll sort of touch them in with make up. Alright?’ Smiles, encouraging words.

It’s not entirely alright, of course, but events are marching along and no-one seems to have time to bother whether Tracey is worrying about her little problem. Tracey pretends not to be sulking, nor worrying, but she is; one can tell, you know. As for subsequent events, no doubt the varied expressions on Tracey’s pretty face will tell the tale, helped along by the minimum of commentary.

Taking her knickers down isn’t too traumatic, unhelpful witticisms from the crew aside — even the cameraman joins in — but there’s still the business of that cane, and ‘Just enough to make it look real.’

The first stroke, long anticipated. It is, of course, every bit as painful as she’d feared it might be. Ironic applause as Tracey protests; encouragement from the cameraman, the show must go on. ‘Well not so damned hard then!’

Bravely Tracey struggles; there are no tears, but ‘Ooos!’ and ‘Ouches!’ and more complaints. At last it’s over, and a sigh of relief. ‘Next time’ is mentioned; Tracey will think about it. And was it all strictly necessary? Well, of course it wasn’t, but much more fun that way!