The spanking contract

A whole week had passed since her aunt’s funeral and just two days since her ‘date’ with Eric. But two days was not enough for Sophie to come to terms with what she had done. She had lain awake at night, wondering how she could have been so wrong about herself. If you had asked her a week ago if she’d ever have sex for money, she would have cursed you. Now she cursed herself, called herself a whore or worse. A whore however, did not make as much money as she would by fulfilling her aunt’s last three contacts. A whore just got paid for sex, Sophie did so much more. ‘Fantasy fulfilment’ her aunt had called it. Sophie wasn’t sure whether that made it better or worse. If she was being honest with herself however, what bothered her most was not being paid for sex. It was the fact that she had enjoyed it; not just the sex, but the taboo feeling she got by being paid for it. She had two more contracts to fulfil and she did not feel guilty about that, she looked forward to them. She’d meet one of the other two clients after work today. ‘You should be ashamed.’ She told herself when she found out how wet and excited she got, just by thinking of meeting this stranger. But her self-scolding only turned her on even more. ‘Just wait.’ She said to herself. ‘They won’t all be like Eric. Who knows what this guy wants to do to you. And the contract is already signed, you have no way to stop him.’ This did make Sophie hesitate. What if the other contracts did contain some dark, perverted fantasies of these strange men? She could try to convince them to annul the contract. But that hadn’t worked with Eric, it might not work with the others either. Like this, the whole day running up to the meeting, her emotions bounced back and forth between shame, excitement and fear.