The BDSM web-shop 2 – payment

Tina hadn’t noticed at first. But as the morning progressed she was sure her colleagues were staring at her whenever she got up from her desk. She didn’t know why they were all looking at her and no-one said anything that might’ve given her a clue. That is, until they started the first meeting of the day.
Tina was a project manager at an IT-company that made various web-applications. Her team focussed on web-shops. Today’s meeting was about the new project they were starting. She began the meeting by thanking her colleagues for their hard work on the recently finished project however, a BDSM web-shop. It was only after she mentioned that the site had gone live after the customer had finished updating his products that she realized why they had all been staring at her.
Alongside filling the shop with his products the client would’ve filled his site with content: pages full of descriptions, sales-talk and atmospheric pictures. Pictures for which Tina herself had posed, wearing sexy role-playing outfits, playing with toys in her underwear and even getting her bottom spanked red with the store’s many spanking implements.
She blushed deeply as she realized her colleagues would’ve now seen these intimate photographs. She’d known of course that people would see them, they would be posted on the internet after all. The thought had even turned her on at the time, though somehow it had never occurred to her that this would include the people she worked with and not just potential customers of the store that would be looking for these things specifically.
A short silence followed as all this went through Tina’s head. She wanted to run away and hide, but she couldn’t. Instead she strengthened her resolve. There was nothing wrong with what she’d done, people modeled for this kind of thing all the time. The pictures weren’t even that salacious she assured herself, to be web-safe she’d allowed no full-on nudity.
As she regained control of her thoughts, Tina quickly dropped the subject of their finished project and focussed on their next one instead: a web-shop for automobile parts. She hoped that the new work might make her colleagues forget for a moment what they’d seen, though even as she explained the project, her own mind kept replaying the memories of posing in front of the camera and being spanked by the store-owner’s hand.